Ancient poems about joy, sorrow, maternal love, friendship, homesickness and missing relatives in spring, summer, autumn and winter, one poem each

The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as butter.

The color of grass looks far away but not up close.

The best thing about spring is the year,

The imperial capital is filled with smoke and willows

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presented to Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water"

Wang Anshi's "Early Summer Events":

The thatched cottage with stone beams has a curved roof, and running water splashes across the west slope.

On a sunny day, the warm wind makes the wheat smell, and the green grass is more beautiful than the flowers.

Li Qi looks at Qinchuan.

Qinchuan looks toward Qinchuan, and the sun rises due to the east peak. The mountains and rivers far and near are pure, and the winding city is heavy with towers.

Autumn sounds like thousands of bamboos, and Wuling pine looks cold. The guest returns and sighs, feeling sad that the frost and dew are thick.

Wang Weidong recalled the home of layman Hu in the snow in the evening

The dawn arrow was passed on during the cold weather, and the fading face was seen in the clear mirror. The wind shakes the bamboos across the door, and the mountains are covered with snow when the door opens.

The deep alleys are empty and quiet, and the vast courtyards are leisurely. I'd like to ask Yuan Anshe, Hui Ran is still in seclusion.

On September 9th, we climbed high to remember our Shandong brothers.

Wang Wei

I am a stranger in a foreign land, but I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

1. Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the birds that are leaving. The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold. I scratch my head. Even shorter, the hairpin is full of lust."

2. Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains": "I was born as a hero, and died as a ghost. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross the Yangtze River."

3. Fan Chengda's "Zhouqiao": "Between the north and south of Zhouqiao is Tianjie. My father is waiting for his return home in his old age. Holding back tears, he asked the envoy: 'When will the Sixth Army really come?'"

4. Lin Sheng's "Inscription on Lin'an Residence": "Beyond the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? The warm wind makes the tourists drunk, and they call Hangzhou Bianzhou."

5. Lu You's "Shi'er": "I knew everything was in vain when I died, but I couldn't see the same sadness as all the nine states. On the day when Wang Shibei set the Central Plains, he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices."

6. Lu You's "Reflections on the Autumn Night When I Go Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness": "Thirty thousand miles east of the river, there is a sea of ????people, and five thousand are still on the skyscrapers. The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to the king's division for another year."

7. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean": "After a hard encounter, the stars are scattered all around in the fight. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins are floating, and the life experience is ups and downs. The rain beats the raft. I am scared on the beach, and I sigh in the Lingding Ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, but he has retained his loyalty. According to history.”

8. Yu Qian's "Song of Lime": "Thousands of hammers have been used to carve out the deep mountains, and the fire is burning as if nothing happens. Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in the world."

9. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai" (Volume 5): "The sun is setting in the majestic sorrow of separation, and I sing my whip to the east and point to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.