Twelve months a year (poetry)

One year, twelve months, 365 days, 8,760 hours. Things with the same attributes can be infinitely magnified by changing the suffix, and happiness can be infinitely magnified by changing the mentality. Let's start a new year in the beautiful poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, enjoy the beautiful scenery, enjoy the spring and enjoy the life of every season, every month and every day.

January poem

Yancheng Dongzhuang Tangcui Huitong

In January, the host laughed several times, met each other after a brief encounter and won the cup. Look at the residual flowers like running water, today's residual flowers bloom yesterday.

February poetry

February 2nd Tang Li Shangyin

On February 2nd, spring outing to the riverside, the spring breeze and sunny and warm music are melodious. The stamens are like willow buds and graceful eyes, and the purple bees and butterflies hover, which is more slender.

He has been back to his hometown for three years. He has been in his hometown for three years. The river on the new beach doesn't understand my mind, and the eaves hit by the wind and rain seem to be very loud.

March poem

Ying suo Liu Song ke Zhuang

Throw a willow and move Joe too deeply, and make fun of the machine when handing over. Luoyang flowers in March, such as brocade, how long does it take to weave?

April poetry

Bai Juyi in Taohua Hall of Dalin Temple

In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

May poem

Liu Hua Song Zhuxi

In May, when the pomegranate is in full bloom and the branches are growing, the children also begin to grow. Unfortunately, there are no horses and chariots here, and the moss is upside down.

June poem

West Lake Songyang Wan Li

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.

July poem

July boudoir Tang

Sitting on a cool night in July, kimble is beautiful. Accommodation changed her mind, but she was full of resentment against the pillow.

Brocade is stained with tears, and the skirt is gentle and thin. Not as good as a silver-haired girl, a magpie becomes a bridge.

August poetry

There is a new feeling between Wang and Dongting in his works.

Dongting autumn in August, Xiaoxiang water flows north. The dream of returning to Wan Li is even more worrying. You don't need to open a book, you should go to a restaurant. An old friend, Jing Luoman, will travel with you.

September poem

Bai Juyi in Mujiang Tang Yin Dynasty

A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.

On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

October poem

Early winter tourism Tang

Wang Jianyuan left someone to stay, but the room was late and the servant was hungry.

It is out of date to be a long-term guest in October.

Poetry in November

Stay at Baijuyi Yangmei Hotel in winter until Sunday.

From the middle of 1 1 to the evening, people travel 3,000 miles.

If you stay alone in Yangmeiting? Cold pillow, single bed, a sick body.

December poem

Regard Xue as Tang Gaoshi.

In December, the goshawk was eighty-nine.

It is said that swallows don't like it, and the sky is high in Wan Li.