1. Poems about spring:
"Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Haoran
I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.
The sound of wind and rain at night makes you know how many flowers have fallen.
"Ode to the Willow"
Tang He Zhizhang
Jasper makes up a tree as high as ten thousand. A green silk ribbon hangs down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Spring Night with Rain"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the river boats are only bright with fire.< /p>
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.
"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of April in the world At the end of the day, the peach blossoms in the mountain temple began to bloom.
I always regret that I can’t find a place to return to spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi
North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes, and only the shallow grass has no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is not enough eastward, with the white sand embankment in the shade of green trees.
Song Su Shi
Two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a foreteller of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when pufferfish are about to come.
"A visit to the garden is not worth it"
Song Ye Shaoweng
Ying Lian's teeth are stained with green moss, and the small buckle firewood door cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
p>"Spring Day"
Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
Looking for the beautiful shores of Surabaya on a glorious day, the boundless scenery is new for a while.
It is easy to recognize the east wind, colorful and colorful It is always spring.
"Recalling Jiangnan·Jiangnan is Good"
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the river goes out, the flowers are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the water is as green as blue.
How can we not remember the south of the Yangtze River?
When remembering the south of the Yangtze River, the most memorable thing is Hangzhou.
Looking for the mountain temple in the moon Guizi, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we come again?
Reminiscing about the south of the Yangtze River, and then recalling the palace of Wu.
A glass of Wu wine with spring bamboo leaves , Wu Wa dances drunkenly with hibiscus.
Will we meet again sooner or later?
2. Poems about summer:
"Summer Night Sigh"
< p> Du Fu of the Tang DynastyThe sun will never fade, the steaming heat poisons my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
Haotian comes out The moon shines brightly, and the dense forest spreads out the sparse light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness.
When the light is empty, you can see the smallest fiber, and the feathers and insects are flying.
Things are not big or small, they adapt to themselves and remain constant.
Thinking of Hogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.
Why do we look at each other with a strong sense of cleansing?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise was heard in all directions.
Although I was covered in bruises, it was better to return home early.
The Beicheng was mournful, and the stork trumpeted and soared.
The condition becomes irritated and tired, and intense thoughts bring relief.
"First Summer"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Meng Xia is nourished by all kinds of things. Animals and plants are in good condition for a while.
Elks love deep forests, insects and snakes love rich grass.
Flying birds love dense leaves, and swimming scales love new algae.
Where Tianhe missed it , and I am alone and withered.
I am in the end of the world, and my flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one from the old country, and there are so many soldiers and dust.
What is the sorrow? It is beneficial to just work hard on your own.
It is better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy.
Xunyang has many fine wines, which can make the cup not dry.
湓 Fish are as cheap as mud, and there is no need to do moxibustion at night.
In the morning, I will eat at the temple, and in the evening, I will be drunk on the island in the lake.
Why return to my hometown, how can I live forever.
< p> "Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1)Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers, white snow and white cauliflower are sparse.
The hedges grow long day by day. No one passes by, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
"Little Pond"
Song Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the sunshine. Soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple"
Song Yang Wanli
p>After all, in June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
"June 2" "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower on the Seventeenth Day"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and the white raindrops jumped into the boat.
The ground wind came. Suddenly it blew away, and the water below Wanghu Tower was like the sky.
"Unknown Miscellaneous Poems"
Mingshi Naian
The red sun was scorching like fire, and the fields were filled with rice. Half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
3. Poems about autumn:
"Memories of September 9th" "Brothers from Shandong"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that when my brothers climb to a high place, they plant dogwood trees everywhere and there is one less person. .
"Mountain Travel"
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Far up the cold mountain, the stone path is slanted, and there are people living in the white clouds.
Stop and sit and love It's late in the maple forest, and the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
"To Liu Jingwen"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The lotus has no rain cover, but the chrysanthemums are still there There are proud frost branches.
You must remember that the good times of the year are the time when oranges are yellow and oranges are green.
"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Dark Autumn"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late and autumn comes.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow up.
The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.
"Ode to the Dusk River"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river and half of the river. Jiang Hong.
Poor night on the third day of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.
4. Poems about winter:
"Jiang Snow"
p>Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A lone man with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Farewell to Dong Da"
Tang Gaoshi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, the north wind blows the wild geese and snow.
Don't worry, there is no one in the world. I don’t know you.
"Ode to Plum Blossoms"
Song Wang Anshi
There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
Far away Knowing that it is not snow, only the faint fragrance comes.
"Snow Plum"
Song Dynasty Lumei Slope
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow loses some of the fragrance of the plum blossoms.
"Winter Pastoral Miscellany"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
Let the boat go and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still chilly and it will become more condensed in the evening.
"Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Tang Cen Shen
North Wind The white grass on the ground is folded, and the sky is full of snow in August.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze coming overnight, thousands of pear blossoms bloom.
Spreading into the bead curtains and wet Luo curtains, foxes The fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective iron clothes are cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
< p> The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing harps, lutes, lutes, and Qiang flutes.Snow falls on the camp gate one after another at dusk, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I see you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, The mountain road is covered with snow.
You are nowhere to be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.