Poems of birds in four seasons

In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere-spring.

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps-autumn

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky-spring.

There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of roads-winter

Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonamiyama is more secluded-summer.