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.
Yong Willow, Tang Dynasty, He Zhizhang
The jasper is made up to a tree height, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Grass, Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi
The grass grows in Liliyuan, and it dries up and flourishes every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
Xia:
What I saw was Yuan Mei in the Qing Dynasty
The shepherd boy rode the ox, and his singing shook the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood up with my mouth shut.
Xiaochi, Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Seeing off Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple Southern Song Dynasty 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.
Autumn:
Remembering Shandong brothers Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty on September 9th
A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.
Mountain Travel by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.
I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Gift to Liu Jingwen, Northern Song Dynasty, Su Shi
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
Every good time of the year must be remembered, it is the time of orange and green
Winter:
Jiang Xue Tang Liu Zongyuan
Thousand Mountain Birds Fly away, and all traces of people will be wiped out.
A man in a lone boat with a coir raincoat fishing fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Yong Mei, Northern Song Dynasty Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone.
I know from a distance that it is not snow, only the faint fragrance comes.
Ask Liu Shijiu, Tang Dynasty and Bai Juyi
New fermented wine from green ants, small red clay stove.
It's snowing in the evening, so I can't drink a cup.