An ancient poem in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

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.

After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

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spring

Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

How many fallen flowers are there?

Ancient poems describing spring

Liu Yong (He)

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ancient poems describing spring

Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)

Good rain knows its correct time;

When spring comes.

The wind blows its mouth at night;

Moisturize things silently.

Dark clouds filled the wild lane;

The fire of a river boat is unique.

Dawn sees saturated red;

Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City.

Ancient poems describing spring

Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)

When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

It rings in the spring stream.

Ancient poems describing spring

Qingming (Du Mu)

It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Pedestrians on the road want to die.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

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autumn

Liu Yuxi's autumn poem: "Every autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring." When a crane crosses the clear clouds, please invite the poem to Bixiao. "

Respondent: Assistant Cao Er.

As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.

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Chusek

Du Muyin candle cold painting screen, light Luo small fan flapping fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.

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winter

Qiu Guang painted a cold screen with a silver candle. The sky is pale and cold green, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao

Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.

Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen

Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "The pillow is cold and the window is bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "