Poems describing the four seasons

Ancient poems of the four seasons in spring:

What works: chanting willow

Content: Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries hanging on it. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

meng haoran

Works: Xiao Chun

Content: This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Zhang

Works: Yu Gezi

Content: Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

Du Fu

Works: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Content: Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Du Fu

Works: quatrains

Content: Spring breeze, beautiful scenery and fragrant flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.

Du Fu

Works: Looking for flowers by the river.

Content: Mr. Huang is in front of the tower, Jiangdong, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Bai Juyi

Works: Farewell to ancient grass.

Content: The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Bai Juyi

Works: recalling Jiangnan content: Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue, so we can't forget Jiangnan.

Wang Anshi

Works: Yuanri \

Content: In addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze warms Tusu people. Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Du Mu

Works: Qingming

Content: It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Chu Hsi

Works: Spring Day

Content: to win the sky and find the beautiful waterfront, the boundless scenery is new for a while. If you wait for the spring breeze, it will always be spring.

Ye Shaoweng

Works: Not worth visiting the park.

Content: You have to pity your dog's teeth and print your hair, but Chai Fei never leaves. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

High set

Works: Country House

Content: In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

Su Shi

Works: Hui Chong's Night Scene of the Spring River.

Content: (1) There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is the prophet of duck warmth in Chunjiang. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

Wang Anshi

Works: Boarding Guazhou

Content: Guazhou in Jingkou is a water room, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

Summer:

Yang Wanli

Works: Koike

Content: Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Yang Wanli

Works: Chu Xiao's Quiet Words to Lin Zifang.

Content: After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Yuan Mei

Works: What you see.

Content: the shepherd boy rides a cow and sings the forest moon. Trying to catch cicadas, I suddenly stood in silence.

Su Shi

Works: Drinking the rain after the lake is clear.

Content: the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Li Shen

Works: Show kindness to farmers

Content: Cut the grain at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Bai Juyi

Works: Ikebukuro

Content: Baby punted and stole back to Bai Lianhua. He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.

South of the Yangtze river

Content: Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, with lotus leaves. Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.

Autumn:

Du Mu

Works: hiking

Content: There are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Ji Zhang

Works: Night parking near Fengqiao.

Content: Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing, sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Lipper

Works: Thinking at night

Content: There is such bright light at the foot of my bed. Could it have been frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

Wang Wei

Work: Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong.

Content: A person who is a stranger in a foreign land will miss his relatives twice every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Winter:

liu zongyuan

Works: Jiang Xue

Content: There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Gaoshi

Works: not big.

Content: Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Du Fu

Works: quatrains

Content: Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Lulun

Works: Deposition

Content: In the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Shi Zhongshan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. (Chai Lu by Wang Wei)

Water in poetry

The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")

White feathers, floating in green water; The red soles of the feet stir the clear water. (Luo "Singing Goose")

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island. (Li Bai's "Looking at Tianmen Mountain")

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. (Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene")

Chinese and Japanese poetry

Southeast corner of sunrise, shine on me, Qin Lou. ("Singing by Han Yuefu Shang Mo")

The mountains cover the day, and the Yellow River flows people. (Wang Zhihuan is at Heron Villa))

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. (Liu Changwu's "Snow House Furong Mountain Master")

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. (Wang Wei, "Let It Go to the Fortress")

When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

The Moon in Poetry

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? (Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking)

The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. (Meng Haoran's "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")

When I was young, I didn't know the bright moon in the sky, so I called it Bai Yupan. (Li Bai's "Gulangyuexing")

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. (Wang Wei's Bamboo House)

When the moon is out and the birds are startled, the sound enters the spring stream; (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi, "When is the Bright Moon")

Poetic brushstrokes

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")

In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. (Wang Wei's Hunting)

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")

Sneak into the night with the wind, and the slippery thing is silent. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night)

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep. (Song of Chile)

Flowers in poetry

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. (Du Fu ("Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"))

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

Egrets fly in front of mount cisse; Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")

Rain in poetry

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. (Du Mu's Qingming)

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. (Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake)

Snow in poetry

1. The withered eagle suffers from eye diseases, and the snow is as light as a horseshoe. (Wang Wei's Hunting)

2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)

4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")

5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")

7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai's "It's Hard to Walk")

8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")

9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu's quatrains)

Grass in poetry

1. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)

The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)

3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming (Guiyuanju))

8. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")

9. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")

10. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. (Han Yu's "Giving Eighteen Members to Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring")

Willow in poetry

1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. (Korean "cold food")

3. I want to get wet by clothes, rain, and a bright future. (Zhinan's "Jueju")

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

5. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets go up to the sky. (Du Fu's quatrains)

7. The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi's "Zhi Zhu Ci")

The Tree in Poetry

1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)

6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)

7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")

8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")

9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")

Birds in poetry

1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")

5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)

Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple")

8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)

9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")

10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji's "Man Ruoxi")

Parting in poetry

1. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. (Wang Bo's "Farewell to Shu Guan")

Oh, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. (Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off")

The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? ? (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)

4. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow.

Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")

5. Entering Wu on a cold rainy night, seeing the guests off in solitude; (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")

6. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")

7. Peach Blossom Pond and thousands of feet are not as good as Wang Lun's. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)

8. The solitary sail is far away from the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower sends bowls to Haoran Guangling")

9. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue and the sky is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. After drinking a bottle of wine, I will leave Meng Han tonight. ("Farewell" by Li Shutong)

Emotion in poetry

1. Thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother, making clothes for her wayward son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)

2. Boil beans and burn beans, and the beans will cry in the pot.

We are born from the same root, so why should we speculate with each other? (Seven Steps Poems by Cao Zhi)

3. My parents heard that the woman came and went out to help each other;

As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup.

When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep. ("Mulan Ci")

Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

6. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang, I want to write a book.

Repeated fears, unspeakable haste, pedestrians come and leave; (Zhang Ji "Qiu Si")

7. A stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives during holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")

Nostalgia in Poetry

1. You come from my old country. Tell me what happened there! .

When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming? (Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems)

2. I left home when I was young, and my local accent has not changed.

Where do children come from when they meet strangers? "He Zhang's" Homecoming Book ")

It's only seven days in spring and two years away from home.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom. (Xue Daoheng's "Homecoming")

6. The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is it frosty already? .

I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai's "Silent Night Thinking"

7. Whose rain flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze permeates Los Angeles.

In this nocturne, everyone can't remember the national conditions. (Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night")