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 one know how many flowers have fallen.
"Ode to the Willow"
Tang He Zhizhang
The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.
Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.
"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, while new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
My favorite lake is eastward, with green trees and white sand embankment.
"Early Spring in the East of the City"
Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.
If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.
Part 1 of "Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing"
Song Dynasty Su Shi
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
"A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"
Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
"Spring Day"
Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.
"Recalling Jiangnan? Jiangnan is good"
Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
Can we not remember Jiangnan?
When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable.
Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.
When will we visit again?
I recall Jiangnan, and then I recall Wu Palace.
With a glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her children dance together and get drunk with hibiscus.
See you again sooner or later?
2. Poems about summer
"Sigh on a Summer Night"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The sun will never fade, the heat will poison me intestinal.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
With false brightness, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.
No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions.
Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in his poor years.
Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although the body is covered with bruises, it is better to return home early.
The north city is filled with sorrow and storks are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.
"First Summer"
Tang Bai Juyi
Meng Xia is full of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.
Elks enjoy deep forests, and insects and snakes enjoy abundant grass.
The flying birds love the dense leaves, and the swimming scales love the new algae.
The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered.
I am at the end of the world, my flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies.
What's the use of being worried? It's just self-indulgence.
It’s better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy.
There are many fine wines in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.
The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion.
Go to the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.
Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever?
"The Summer Pavilion is Huai Xin Da"
Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.
"Mengxia"
Tang Jiayan
In Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
Gaopian Tang of the Tang Dynasty
The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
"Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous" (Part 1)
Song Dynasty Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes by the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
"Little Pond"
Song Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
"Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June 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.
"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
Ling of the Song Dynasty King
The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings.
Man is already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, so why would God not hesitate to dry them up?
There is snow at the height of Kunlun, and it is always cold as far as Penglai.
If you can’t carry the world with you, how can you bear to swim around it?