Tang Han presented "Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water" to "Early Spring": "The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass color is far from near. The most important benefit is spring, which is better than the smoke willow in the imperial city. "
Chun Xue written by Tang Dongfang Qiu: "Chun Xue is full of air, and it is as touching as a flower. I wonder if the trees in the garden are really plums. "
Su Song Shunqin's "Crossing the Huaihe River": "chun yin is green with weeds, and sometimes there are flowers and trees. At night, under the ancient temple, the wind and rain are full of Sichuan to see the tide. "
Song Zhao Shi Xiu's Dating: "In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If the date doesn't come after midnight, I'll knock the chess pieces and throw them to death. "
Song Lu's early summer poems: "Red and purple have become dust, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. I didn't know I was a peaceful person until I went to Sang Ma. "
Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Faith in Autumn": "The phoenix tree in the golden well has yellow autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl does not roll frost. The jade pillow in the smoke cage has no color, so you can listen to the Nangong for a long time. "
Poems of four seasons in spring, summer, autumn and winter
spring
1, early spring: the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far away.
-Han Yu's Early Spring
2. In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
3. The Silk River with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, just like a cloud beside the Jade Peak, between ancient times and the present.
-Du Fu's "Climbing the Building"
The garden can't be closed in spring, and there is an almond in the wall.
-Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
5, helpless flowers fall, as if meeting Yan.
-Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
6. Early spring: I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
7, early spring: several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud.
-Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
8. Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon is born on the sea.
-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
9. Why should a strong brother blame Yang Liu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
-Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci"
10, Huayang landed and Wendaolong crossed Wuxiguan.
-Li Bai, "I heard that Wang Changling moved to Longbiao, and sent this. "
1 1, the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?
-Wang Anshi's "Boating a Boat with a Melon Boat"
12, an old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.
-Li Bai's Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou
Modern poetry
spring
Midsummer, tranquility in autumn, cold in winter.
Not as good as the spring that gives birth to life.
Your lightness,
Your purity,
Your beauty,
Always in my heart.
My spring, the spring of my life.
Is the source of your hope,
You gave me the ignorance of youth.
I want to be a babbling child by your side,
I want to be a flying eagle.
Take a lifetime to understand your beauty,
Go for a walk in your green ocean.
The rainy season will begin after the curtain call. I really hope.
It is the first rainbow after rain and the first cool place.
But I didn't bring anything in summer except the enthusiasm after the plum rain.
Summer only brings a group of noisy cicadas.
They climbed the tall trees and played against the eardrums.
They leaned against the green dead branches and then attracted a gust of wind.
After a while, it rained heavily, but the only audience who could sit still.
Is a patient and persistent old grandson.
It crawls and crawls in the auditorium every day in summer.
Don't leave me a shadow to store secrets and sadness.
Only at dusk can I release the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Imagine the road in autumn; Only in this short midfield
I'm waiting for the clear sky next season at Firefly Point.
Summer is coming.
Only the legends of summer have hope.
Autumn is gone, just as spring is thriving.
The last westerly wind swept all the roads.
The last sunset took away all the glory.
A horse quietly descended to a white hill.
The power of autumn transcends desolation.
Stop the flow of time and go through the old wound.
Life seems to be no longer life.
Good things are stripped of their fragrance.
Alive, but no longer emotional growth.
The withered and lush branches are unbearable.
The weight of a drop of autumn frost. Where the mind is fragile.
One kind of sadness is approaching another.
Autumn dies, and the road widens.
The sky of flying birds is deep and long. In this season.
Whoever is immature will always be young.
Those who drift with the wind will wander forever.
Even if happiness and pain have been squandered.
Life is the same as before.
In the most prominent part of autumn, passion is high.
Like an eagle, it breaks bones and feeds the soul.
Through the night of death, over the mountain of bones
Arrive at Dawn Square where flowers are in full bloom.
Autumn is gone, just as spring is thriving.
All dullness is reborn and sung in dullness.
Everyone was buried in the hope of resurrection.
Winter's face is cruel and turns into a kind of desperate sadness.
Through cold eyes
I am in rags and wandering barefoot on the frozen yellow land.
From one winter to another.
Snow is white, but the color of hope is buried.
And wandering is still looking for the surviving spring.
loaf about
Trembling behind him, he said many words.
They are about to lose their lives under the threat of the north wind.
High mood is the only temperature.
Used to resist the crusade of icy expression.
Departure to travel
Looking for a warm harbor can make poetry fly freely.
idyll
Words become sad. The prisoners marched to the execution ground.
Tear open the gorgeous appearance and suddenly find that the rich connotation is gone.
The empty white stung my eyes.
Let the tears wet the mood of life
Departure to travel
Warm heart is the seed of spring.
Looking for a hotbed of happiness
December spans ten years.
Snow is falling all over the sky, blocking the sun.
Every bone of mine burst into a poetic cry.
Spread rumors all over the world in winter
Spring is still far away.
The door frozen by many hearts closes on the way.
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