Spring in poetry
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. Dawn of spring
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. spring
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. Jiangnan spring
But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall. This park is not worth visiting.
Summer in Poetry
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. cuvette
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. make an appointment
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Mid-Autumn Festival
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. An autumn night in the mountains.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Mountain travel
The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Wangdongting
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. A night berth near Fengqiao.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.
Winter in Poetry
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. Jiang Xue.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. Chinese plum
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. join the army
Poetic brushstrokes
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Dawn of spring
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Fu De Gu Caoyuan Farewell
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain
The water in front of the Yellow River flows eastward, giving people a sense of sleepiness and spring breeze in spring. Looking for flowers by the river alone
Flowers in poetry
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. What spring looks like.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. Go to Liu Jingwen
Flowers are more and more attractive, but shallow grass can't have horseshoes.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue and the lotus flowers are of different colors.
Snow in poetry
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Jiang Xue.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Song of the plug
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says goodbye to eastbound ships.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain