Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the early morning of spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken and how Jasper was made into a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When it sneaked into the night with the wind, it quietly moistened everything. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bird-singing Creek (Wang Wei) is idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The birds are startled when the moon rises, and the springs are singing. Ancient poems describing spring.
During the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), it rained heavily and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. An ancient poem describing spring.
In April, peach blossoms in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) and Mountain Temple are in full bloom. I have long hated the return of spring, and I don't know where to find it.
Ancient poems describing spring
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran) In the early morning of spring, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken and how Jasper was made into a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. When it sneaked into the night with the wind, it quietly moistened everything. Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Bird-singing Creek (Wang Wei) is idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. The birds are startled when the moon rises, and the springs are singing. Ancient poems describing spring.
During the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), it rained heavily and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. An ancient poem describing spring.
In April, peach blossoms in Dalin Temple (Bai Juyi) and Mountain Temple are in full bloom. I have long hated the return of spring, and I don't know where to find it.
In late spring (Han Yu), all plants and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of flowers are fighting for grass. Huayang Yuyue has no talent and can only solve the problem of heavy snow all over the sky.
In early spring, the rain in the sky is crisp, but the grass color is far from close. The best advantage of spring is that it is better than the smoke willows everywhere in the imperial city.
The willow trees in Chunxing (Wu) are overcast, and the residual flowers are gone to see the warbler. The spring breeze blows the dreams of homesickness all night and drives them to Los Angeles.
Nanzhuang Title City (Cuihu) Today last year, peach blossoms set each other off. I don't know where the human face has gone, but the peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze.
Du Fu's poem (Du Fu) is beautiful when the sun sets, flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze, swallows fly in the mud and Yuanyang sleeps in the sand.
Looking for flowers by the river alone (Du Fu) Huang Siniang's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressing the branches. In summer, butterflies have been dancing, and songbirds are just crying.
1, in the summer, the mountain light in the west of Nantingsi Tang Xin Meng Haoran suddenly went out, and the moon in the east lake slowly rose. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
2, "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" Tang is on a country road under the setting sun, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
autumn
1, an autumn night in the mountains, Tang, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
2, "Midnight Qiu Ge" Tang Li Bai's bright moon hung high in the capital, and all the hammers were smashed. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
6. "Ascending the Mountain" Tang Du Fu sobbed from the vast sky in the strong wind, and the birds flew home on the clear lake and white beach. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Autumn Ci-Tang Yuxi has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
7, "To"-Su Songshi has no rain, and there are still branches in the chrysanthemum. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green. 8, "Mountain Walk"-Tang Du Mu is far away from Hanshan Stone Trail, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
9, "Autumn Night" Tang 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.
10, "Autumn Day" Song Chenghao idles and sleeps red. Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time. Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation. Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
1 1, "Autumn Ci" Tang. Liu Yuxi's mountains are clear and clear, and frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and light yellow. I want to go upstairs. My bones are like spring scenery.
winter
1 "Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" Tang Censhen's north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Liu Tang Changqing is far away from Cangshan at dusk, and the cold light is white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
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