(Tang) Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is north of Jiating West.
Low water level and low cloud feet.
Several early songbirds compete for warm trees,
Whose new swallow pecks at spring mud.
Flowers are becoming more and more charming,
Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe.
The lack of eastbound love for the lake,
White sand embankment under the shade of green trees
spring
Chu Hsi
On sunny days, I look for spring by the river.
Ah, what refreshing sight does the endless scenery bring?
Find the face of the spring breeze in a simple way
Countless reds and violets only show spring.
Oriental early spring
Juyuan Yang
Poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival.
The green willows and yellow are half jagged.
If the forest is full of flowers,
Everyone who goes out is a flower watcher.
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Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: The trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.
Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night is as hot as the afternoon, and the door is bright. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
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Sui Yangxiu's Autumn Poems
Before the sunshine, the window bamboo, after the dew is wet, the roses in the garden; Night bugs help build bricks, and lamp moths fly around candles.
Late autumn poems
Yuxin
This is a sad night.
Looking at the cold stage.
Wet court condensation and dew.
The wind blew away the locust tree.
The weather is oblique and cold.
Clouds at night are more hazy.
Poor goose population.
Bit by bit, empty line.
A Lotus in Autumn Pond
Sui dynasty
Hiroyuki
Autumn to the sky, Ling Bo alone spit red.
If you want, you will go with the wind.
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There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?
Cold: stern and dim eyes.
Tang Luwen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Shout: The wind is roaring.
Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao