Spring rain-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. Spring flowers-a melancholy snow in Donglan, life is clear.
One spring night-in the middle of the night, the Beidou is fading south, the spring water is brighter than dawn, and the original boat listens to the rain and sleeps. Spring breeze-Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?
Spring-you can easily recognize the east wind, and all colors are always spring. Spring scenery-try to see it from the detached platform, a flower city, half full of spring water.
Spring outing-Dongfeng knows I want mountains, blowing down the rain between the eaves. Spring thoughts-the spring heart is not * * * flowers contend for hair, even if this flame of love, is it only ashes? .
The silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward in a spring dream-just put a piece on your pillow and you can go to the south of Wan Li.
Spring resentment-natural infatuation in life, this resentment has nothing to do with romantic. Returning to spring-falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
The sunshine in spring is so warm that flowers and trees are full of vitality. The orioles showed off their songs heartily, and a beautiful country girl picked Artemisia leisurely.
Delay: slow. Huimu: vegetation.
Lush: The appearance of lush grass. Cang Geng: warbler.
Hehe: Birds sing in unison. Midges: Artemisia ordosica.
Hey: A lot. When the Book of Songs was released, it was already mid-spring, and the harmony between Yang and Fang began: the warmth in Qin Shihuang's Historical Records of Spring, the glory of spring buds and everything, long songs, the spring wind in Yuefu, three dances of Jin Baiqi, the same color of grass and water in February and March of spring, the ancient poems of Jin Yuefu, and a green show in the Spring Festival Evening.
Tun: Stay and gather. In Peng Li Hukou written by Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, spring grass grows in the pond, and willow in the garden becomes songbirds: songbirds change species.
Winter has gone and spring has come, and birds have changed. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pool and Going Upstairs" made Chunzhou full of birds and birds, and made Chunzhou miscellaneous: the spring is full on the sandbar.
Mixed English; All kinds of flowers. Fangdian: rural areas.
Xie Tiao, Liang of the Southern Dynasties, sent a message in "Going to Wangjing Town in the Evening", saying that it will be sunny in Los Angeles next year and return to Los Angeles: Luoyang City. Windy days: spring scenery.
Tao: Say. The spring of Don Du Shen Yan was born in Beijing, white clouds and red clouds dawned from the sea, and spring was born on plum blossoms and wicker.
I watched an oriole fly away in the warm wind, Haishu, and a piece of green water grass reflected by the sun: sunrise at sea. Li Heliu in the wild in spring: Liu Mei crosses Jiang Lai, and spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Shu Qi: The warm breath of spring. Turn green apple wave: turn green apple grass in water.
The four sentences mean: rosy clouds rise to the sea with the rising sun, plum blossoms and green willows take the other side of the spring river, yellow birds sing in warm spring, and sunshine makes apples green. I don't know who cut out the details of Tang Du Shen Yan's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Early Spring Tour in Jinling". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang and Zhang Zhi's "Singing Willow": "Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of blue silk hang down.
I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. In February, the lake is clear, and every household sings birds in spring. In spring, Tang Haoran's "Wang Jiu Xiang Xun" Wen Daochun didn't know each other, so I went to visit the news. Tang Li Bai's "Sending Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" was all notified by the cold, and the spring breeze was returned to Tang Li Bai's "Eight Poems in the Palace", and the east wind returned with the spring and sent flowers to my branch. In the spring of Tang Dynasty, Li Bai sent Qi 'ang to Bazhong, Xianyang, Gong Liu Jinzhi in February and March, Li Bai's ancient style of Tang Dynasty, spring grass, green Tang Dynasty, and Li Bai's Golden Gate answered Su Xiucai. Petals floating in the wind were still in the mountains, fragrant with flowing water, and birds in Xu Shen, Liu Tang, accompanied by snow in spring, so leisurely. Liu Tang Xu Shen's Snow is a Mountain, On a Road Reaching White Clouds and By a Spring Reaching the Bluest River mean that the road is blocked by white clouds and spring is green.
In "Queti" written by Liu Shenxu in the Tang Dynasty, there are no flowers on the trees and birds crow all the way to the spring mountains, which is an ancient poem describing summer and a famous sentence "ode to summer"-enjoying the cool on the terrace and enjoying the pavilions by the running water. Early summer-Sophora japonica turns into rainy and dusty, cherry cheese, with a new taste.
Hot summer-sun gear can't freeze at noon, and all countries are like in a stove. Summer scenery-the leaves of Chuyang are withered and it rains all night, the water is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus are at one stroke.
Summer water-look at vines and bamboos in the shadow of the stream and smell the lotus flowers in the pool. Summer night-cool off at night, open my window and lie down quietly.
Summer rain-the wind shakes the mountains and turns into angry waves, and raindrops fly in the air and shoot strong crossbows. Summer flowers-lotus leaves and skirts are cut in the same color, and hibiscus flowers bloom on both sides of the face.
Xia Chan-Dropping dew, flowing out of Tongtong. Summer bird-an egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
Summer Festival-colored lines are lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and small symbols tend to be in Lv Yun, Guangxi. Si Xia-Xia Chong also kept silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight! Summer tour-the wind and water are mixed, and the empty mountains are like playing the piano.
Summer fun-lazily shaking the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. April Vesak Festival, June Summer Festival: Let's go.
The first summer of The Book of Songs is still peaceful in April, and the grass has not stopped: Xia Meng, April of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's Poem of Swimming Pool Jin Fanhai is full of beautiful scenery, with bright candlelight, and the first spring in the clear summer is the end of spring. Summer harvest: early summer.
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang, Wang, Monk, Confucianism, Wheat Ripe in the Wind, Plum Chasing in the Rain, Huang, Yuxin, Feng Heling, the mountain lights suddenly went out in the west, and the moon rose slowly from the lake in the east. Open my window, lie down calmly and write down the cool scenery of sunset, moon and summer night.
Tang Menghao's "Summer in the South Pavilion" In summer, the pond fades and the trees cool early. Summer Night in Tang Shen is short in midsummer, slightly bitter in night, and cool in porch: window. Tang Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh" is green and quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flower indicates the solitary flower in spring: a flower.
Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer. You Kai Yuan Jing She by Wu Ying, Tang Wei, collected the summer heat in the remnant clouds, and the new rain brought autumn haze: fog.
Tang Cen Can's "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu to the county" began with the yin qi in midsummer, and autumn is like a cloud. Half midsummer: half midsummer, half lunar May. Seats: The way the wind blows.
Ancient poems describing autumn and famous sentences describing autumn rain-tall buildings look forward to dusk, and there is rustling rain on the leaves of plane trees. Autumn night-in my sleep, the autumn sound is nowhere to be found, and the leaves are full of steps.
Autumn sound-I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, but the leaves in front of the steps had autumn sound. Autumn leaves-the wind blows bamboo in the middle of the night, and all the leaves are hate.
Autumn color-the rain invades the urn and the new moss is green, and the autumn leaves are red when entering the cross forest. Autumn moon-the moonlight is flooded and the emptiness echoes.
Autumn chrysanthemum-it is better to die holding incense in the branches than to be blown down in the north wind. Wan Li, an old friend, has never been heard from, and plans to ask Jiangtou to break the flood.
Autumn sorrow.
2. A poem describing spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is five poems.
1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: farewell to ancient grass) 6. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 7. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: "Singing Willow") 8. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. (Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")
Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: Look at the harvested wheat) 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: Yi Xian) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: "Swim Redstone into Sailing Sea") 4. The bitter night in midsummer is short, and the beginning is cold. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat. ("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet. (Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. (Cao Cao: Looking at the Sea) 2. If you drop three autumn leaves, you can blossom in February. (Li Qiao: Wind) 3. If you plant a millet in spring, you will reap 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 4. I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither. ("Han Yuefu? Long song ") 5. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished. (Liu Yuxi: "Looking at Dongting") 6. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi: "Autumn Ci") 7. Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a small fan flapping on the firefly. (Du Mu: Autumn Night) 8. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. ("Yu Meiren") 9. I want to say that I'm still resting, but I know it's cold and autumn. (Xin Qiji: "Ugly Slave Shuboshan Road")
Winter in Poetry
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop) 2. Autumn moon clouds, winter ridge songs. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons) 3. The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed. (Lu You: "October 28th is a storm") 4. Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old. (Dong Sigong: "Shousui") 5. Ming Sheng has an autumn wind, buying wine and flying snow in winter. (Wang Wei: Four Qi Poems) 6. When winter comes, all the flowers will disappear. (Chen Yi: Mei) 7. Every winter, on the solstice in Handan, there is a lamp holding my knees with me. (Bai Juyi: Homesickness from Winter to Day and Night)
There are five ancient poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter. 1. Poetry about spring: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knows when it rains. When spring comes, he sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. "Singing Willow" Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. I don't know who is a good leaf. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple in Tang Dynasty were in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple began to bloom. I hate nowhere to find spring, but I don't know how to turn it into spring. During the spring tour of Qiantang Lake in Tang Dynasty, the water level of Gushan Temple in Jiating North was low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can throw horseshoes. Birds are singing everywhere around me, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. Poems about summer: Sigh on a Summer Night; Du Fu in Tang Dynasty never dies, and his intestines are steamed with inflammation. Andrew Wan Lifeng blew my skirt. There are musicians from Kazuki Watanabe in heaven, but the forest is sparse. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cold. The illusion is subtle and the feathers are flying. No matter how detailed it is, it is suitable for you. Very noisy. Although covered in purple, it is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly. The situation is very annoying and tired, and intense thinking is healthy. In the first summer, Tang Baiju is easy to be full of things in summer and planted for quite a while. Elk likes the deep forest, while insects and snakes like the grass. Xiang birds love dense leaves, swimming scales and enjoying new algae. Heaven and omission. This is a natural thing. Xunyang has a lot of wine, so you can keep the glass dry. Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. You go to the temple in the morning and get drunk in the middle of the lake at dusk. Why did you go back to your hometown? How could you die? (1) In Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, plums were golden and apricot fat, wheat was gray and cauliflower was thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies have fallen. Long ago, dragonflies stood upside down. Song Yang Wanli, after all, in June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. Poems about autumn: Qiu Ge at midnight, Tang Libai, a moon hanging in the capital, 10,000 washing mallets knocking and autumn wind blowing my heart, forever and ever, when the Tatar army was conquered, and my husband came back from a long battle! . Qiudeng Xuancheng, Wangbeilou, Tangli Baihe picturesque, the mountains look clear. The rainbow falls on the double bridge. Autumn is crowded with orange pomelo and old phoenix tree. Whoever goes to the north building will be thanked by the wind. Autumn Night Song Tang's soul was born with a little dew in autumn, but he lost weight and didn't change clothes. Yinyuan worked hard for a long time, and he was afraid to leave the room. "Autumn Night" Tang Du Mu silver candle Qiu Guang painted a cold screen and a small fan danced fireflies lightly. It's cold as water day and night. Sit and watch the morning glory. When I watched the long river roll forward, I had already reached 3,000 miles away. With the sadness of autumn and my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this peak alone. Bad luck has frosted my temples, and heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine. Poems about winter: Jiang Xue, Liu Tang Zongyuan, there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of miles. Lonely boat, Li Weng, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. Don't be big, Tang Gao Li, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. Yongmei, Song. Only a faint fragrance came. Lu Meipo and Xue Mei in Song Dynasty refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet stopped writing and commented on the chapter. The snow in Mei Xu Xun was originally white, but it lost a little fragrance. Pastoral in winter, Song Fan Chengda set sail to see the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind was freezing, and the night was even colder. Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has frozen.
4. Please write poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, with five sentences in each season: spring 1, a thousand miles of Ti Ying green red, water town, mountain fruit, and wine flag wind.
(Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring") 2. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 3. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.
(Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi An Xi") 4. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water heating duck prophet. (Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 5. I want to get wet with my clothes and my face is not cold.
(Zhinan "Jueju") 6. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. (Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) 7. Jasper dressed as a tree and hung thousands of green ribbons.
(He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 8. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. ("Not worth going to the park") 9. Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
(Zhu's Spring Day) 10, it's green, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Ancheng's "Dengguazhou") Summer 1, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli) 2. Xiao He only showed sharp corners, and a dragonfly was already standing on his head.
(Yang Wanli's Little Pool) 3. The bright moon is different, and it is breezy at midnight. (Xin Qiji) 4. Daohuaxiang says it's a good year. Listen to the frogs.
(ibid.) 5. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's The Guest) 6. When the south wind comes at night, the wheat is covered with yellow.
(Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting") Autumn 1, the old vine is faint, and the bridge is flowing. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Clear Sand-Qiu Si") 2. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
(Du Mu's Mountain Walk) 3. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems) 4. In August, the wind roared, and my family was three hairs.
(Du Fu's "The Cottage Was Blown by Autumn Wind") 5. Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a small fan fanning the fireflies. (Autumn Night in Mutu) 6. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
(Li Bai's "Xie Tiao Lou Yunshu Xuanzhou Farewell Book") 7. Frosty night and Jiang Feng worry about sleeping. (Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge) 8. You asked about the return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening.
(Li Shangyin's A Letter to a Friend in the North on a Rainy Night) Dong 1, like the strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "White Snow Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Gui") 2. The sand sea is deep with the ice, and the clouds are bleak, and Wan Li is condensed.
(ibid.) 3. Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind. (ibid.) 4. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
(ibid.) 5. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. 6, heavy snow is loose, loose and straight.
(Rola Chen) 7. The scenery in the north is freezing for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is drifting. (Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring Snow").
5. There are five beautiful sentences (one sentence is not less than 15) about describing spring, summer, autumn and winter. A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.
In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.
Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.
The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.
The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.
Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.
I don't know where the bird went; The vegetation is dejected and despondent, as if dying; Only cicadas keep chirping in the branches; It's really breaking gongs and drums to cheer for the scorching sun! The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
The paragraph describing winter is very cold, and there are children in the hall. Juzi unloaded in the spring has been put in the carriage.
Now, I have moved it out, scrubbed it clean and replaced it with new pink paper and snow-white paper. When you lie in bed, you look tight and comfortable, as if there is an extra layer of protection in your life.
The family sat together, with lovely lights. The bed was removed and covered with straw.
It was a sunny day to wash and dry books. The curtains of Xiabu are hung in the yard, and summer is far away.
Straw is packed in a cloth cover, which is rough and as big as a bed. Covered with straw, it is warm and fragrant, which makes people feel happy.
But it's still cold. Winter in the south is worse than that in the north, and there is no fire at home.
In the evening, I took off my cotton-padded jacket, got into the cold bed, got up early and put on my cold cotton-padded jacket and trousers. The weather is really cold. After the winter vacation, you can sleep in.
The cotton-padded clothes have been dried on the copper stove, and it is not very difficult to get up. Especially cotton shoes are so hot that they are really comfortable to wear.
Few people there have iron stoves that burn coal. General heating, copper stove, foot stove, hand stove.
The footstool is made of brass and has a perforated cover. What is burned inside is coarse bran.
Filled with rough chaff, the unfinished Chai Lu fire (where we burned reeds, it was called "Chai Lu") shoveled a few red ashes, and then covered it. Coarse chaff led, take a smoke, and soon, the smoke is gone, so you can cover the furnace cover.
Coarse chaff can be burned slowly for a long time. Old ladies can't live without it.
Every old lady has a foot stove at her feet. The coarse chaff in the footstool is too strong, the air is not enough and the firepower is getting weaker and weaker. So we should dig twice along the fireplace with a poker to loosen the rough chaff and the fire will flourish.
The foot stove warms people. The feet are not cold, and the whole body is not cold.
The burnt bran smells good, too. Imitating Japanese haiku, you can write a poem: "In winter, the foot stove burns chaff."
Hand stoves are smaller than foot stoves, mostly made of white copper, and exquisite ones are made of silver. The furnace cover is not a round hole, but mostly a hollow pine, bamboo and plum blossom pattern.
The hand stove is very small, and in the middle is a charcoal stick (coal is ground into fine powder, and a little honey is added to make a cake), which is led by a paper coal head. A piece of charcoal can be used for one day.
There are black vegetables, frozen tofu and pickles soup in winter. Black vegetables lie flat on the ground, and people in the south of the Yangtze River call them "bitter vegetables". This dish tastes a little bitter.
My grandmother dug a small piece of land in the back garden and planted black vegetables. After first frost, the leaves are purple, and the taste is bitter and sweet. Black vegetables cooked with "crab oil" taste hard to compare.
"Crab oil" is made by cooking big crabs, removing meat and adding lard. Put it in a bowl in the sea and solidify into crab jelly, which can be eaten for a winter and will not be bad for a long time. After tofu is frozen, I don't know why it is honeycomb.
Melt, cut into small pieces and cook with fresh meat, bacon, beef, dried rice or kimchi. Put pepper and green garlic in the frozen tofu.
There used to be no Chinese cabbage in the north, only "green vegetables". Chinese cabbage is shipped from Shandong, euphemistically called "soybean sprouts", which is very expensive.
"Green vegetables" are as big as rape and two feet high. Every family eats it all year round. Kimchi is pickled with green vegetables.
It snows on cloudy days and drinks pickles soup. Winter games: kicking shuttlecock, catching children and playing carefree.
"Xiaoyao" means that on a square piece of white paper, two spiral paths are printed on the wood block, and the Eight Immortals, horses, rabbits, carp and shrimps are printed between the two paths. There are two of everything, arranged randomly, without order. When playing, each side takes copper coins or chess as dice and rolls dice. If the dice is five o'clock, count from "horse" and go forward five steps. If it is a rabbit, you can find another rabbit from the inner ring and bet the dice on it.
The next round begins, counting from the rabbits in the inner circle. If it's six o'clock, take six steps, maybe.
6. Five-character quatrains describe spring, summer, autumn and winter, each with two Haruka.
Spring Morning
Meng Haoran decoction
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Liu Yong
[Tang] He
Jasper is dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
summer
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli song
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Lakeside temple at dawn
Song Yang Wanli
After all, in mid-June,
The scenery is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves are infinitely green,
Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color.
autumn
Qiu Si.
Zhang
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians are coming and leaving.
"Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains" Tang
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening.
Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.
winter
Jiang Xue, Liu Tang General Hospital
Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Meihua Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
It's not snow in the distance, because there's a smell coming.
7. Spring, summer, autumn and winter: 1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much love there is in an inch of long grass, and it returns three spring rays. (Meng Jiao: The Prodigal Son) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 5. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to the ancient grass)) Xia: 1. I don't know if it's hot or not, but it's a pity that summer is long. (Bai Juyi: "Watch" The grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, unable to sit still, dared to eat. (Dai Fugu: Big Hot) Autumn: 1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. Long song ") 5. The window contains thousands of autumn snows in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li. (Du Fu: quatrains) Winter: 1. For example, this winter, it was held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)' 2. Autumn moon, xiyun, Dongling, song. (Tao Yuanming: Four Seasons)
8. There are at least four poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Spring Morning
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Summer:
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Autumn:
Travel in the mountains
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning.
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
Winter:
Xue Jiang
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
also
Spring nights are the best.
The clouds in the glow are all laid out, and the frogs across the lane are even more unreal.
It's cold on the pillow and raining outside the window.
Who are the tears of Yingying Candle crying for? A little flower is sad and angry for me.
Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand the frequency of jokes.
Summer nights are the best.
Embroidered beauty is tired, dreams are long, and golden cage parrots call tea soup.
The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer moon opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance.
Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool.
Shuige moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the evening makeup of Zhulou.
Autumn night is the most beautiful.
There is no noise in crimson Yun Xuan, and osmanthus streamers soak the yarn.
The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow.
He carried the maid to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold returned to Cui Hua.
I can't sleep at night because of thirst for wine, so I can make tea again with heavy smoke.
Winter nights are the best.
It's late at night, and the stork hasn't slept yet.
Songying saw only a courtyard of cranes, and there were no warblers everywhere in pear blossoms.
Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light.
But I like to wait on my son to try tea and sweep the new snow in time to cook.