The Twelve Months of the Year (Poetry)

One year, twelve months, three hundred and sixty-five days, eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours. Things of the same attribute can be magnified without limit by changing the suffix, and happiness can be magnified without limit by changing the state of mind. You might as well start a new year in the beautiful poetry of the Tang and Song Dynasties, enjoy the beauty, enjoy the spring, and enjoy every season, every month, and every day of life.

January Poems

Yancheng Dongzhuang Tang Cui Huitong

The master of January smiled several times, met each other and held cups. Seeing the broken flowers like flowing water, today’s broken flowers bloomed yesterday.

February Poems

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty on February 2nd

On February 2nd the river went up, and the east wind was warm and the sun was blowing. Flowers, whiskers and willow eyes are all rogue, and purple butterflies and wasps all have feelings.

Wan Li returned to Liangjing in Yuan Dynasty and worked in Yafu camp for three years. The new beach is full of tourists, and the sound of rain at night can be heard in the wind.

Poems in March

Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty by Yingsuo

Throwing Liu Qianqiao is too affectionate, and she makes a lot of noise when making love. The flowers in Luoyang are like brocade in March, and it takes a lot of time to weave them.

April Poems

Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple Tang Bai Juyi

The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Everlasting regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.

Poetry in May

Inscribed with pomegranate flowers in Song Dynasty Zhu Xi

In May, the pomegranate flowers illuminate the eyes, and one can see the beginning of the child among the branches. It's a pity that there are no carriages and horses here, and the green moss and crimson flowers are upside down.

June Poems

West Lake Song Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Poetry in July

Girlfriend Tang Yuan Hui in July

Sitting in the cool night in July, the golden waves are full of beauty. Let Hua Fang change her mind, and sleep on the mat with resentment.

The brocade words are stained with sorrow and tears, and the slender skirt slows down the waist. It is not as good as the Yinhan girl, who builds a bridge of magpies every year.

August Poems

Zhang Zhang, the same as Wang Zhengjun in Dongting, said

Autumn in Dongting in August, Xiaoxiang River flows north. The dream of returning home thousands of miles away, the sorrow of being a guest at midnight. There's no need to open a book, it's better to go to a restaurant. I am an old friend from Jingluo Man. When will I travel with you again?

September Poems

Ode to Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty over the Dusk River

A setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow.

October Poems

Traveling in the Tang Dynasty in Early Winter

Wang Jianyuan stayed in a hotel to take advantage of the late arrival, and his servants were suffering from cold and fever, and their horses were also hungry.

Ten months are over for the sake of guests, and planting bamboo at the head of the village is out of date.

November Poems

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty stayed at Yangmei Pavilion during the winter solstice

November is long till night, and travelers are traveling three thousand miles away.

What if you stay alone in Yangmei Pavilion? Cold pillow and single bed for one patient.

December Poems

Seeing Xue Big-armed Eagle as Tang Gaoshi

In the cold December, the goshawk has eight or nine hairs.

The sparrows don’t chirp to each other, they are thousands of miles high in the sky.