A. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the colors of lotus flowers are different. Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
B, Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it. Yang Wanli's small pool
C, the dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.
Poems describing autumn:
A, stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. Du Mu's Mountain Walk
B, on a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept. Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
C, away from Hanshan stone path,
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
Frost leaves are redder than February flowers.
Poems describing winter:
A, just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
B, a lonely boat withers Li Weng, and the old man catches the cold river-snow. Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
C. it is not snow that is far away, because there is incense.
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
(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
It is a new sight to win the day and find the fragrance of Surabaya.
There is always spring waiting until the east wind is colorful.
Oriental early spring
Juyuan Yang
The poet's spring scenery is beautiful, and the green, willow and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, you will be a flower watcher when you go out.
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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.