He Zhang zhi Liu Yong
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Meng Haoran Xiao Chun
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
summer
Yangwanli Xiaochi
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Yang Wanli's Poem of Filial Piety was sent to Lin Zifang.
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
Dumu mountain tourism
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Su Shi in Liu Jingwen.
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. Good years must be remembered, it is orange.
winter
Gao Shi, don't move up.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime (xūn), and the north wind is blowing snow. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Liu Zongyuan Jiang Xue
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.