Poems about the four seasons in the second grade of primary school

The poem about the four seasons in Senior Two is 1. Seek five ancient poems describing the four seasons.

1. Poems about spring: "Spring Dawn" Tang Menghao In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. "Singing Willow" Tanghe Zhangzhi Jasper adorns trees, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. 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" Don Du Fu knew that it was the rainy season, when spring came. The wind sneaked into the night and moistened things silently. Flowers put a heavy burden on the golden crown. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple in Tang Dynasty were in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple began to bloom. I have long hated that I can't find a place in spring, but I don't know where to ask for help. In the spring outing of Qiantang Lake in Tang Dynasty, the water level in the west of Jiating Temple in the north was low. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are getting attractive, but shallow grass can lose horseshoes. Spring River Warm Duck Prophet. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to go to the seaside. Ye Song Shaoweng should pity his fangs and seal his hair, but the small buckle Chai Fei won't open for a long time. Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. In spring, Song Zhuxi looks for fragrance and waterfront, and the vast scenery is new for a while. He can easily recognize the east wind, colorful and colorful. Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable place is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts, Wu Jiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa and Furong got drunk dancing. Will we meet again sooner or later? 2. Poetry about summer: "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu never dies, and the inflammation is poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, floating, blowing my clothes. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in the heaven of science, and the forests are sparse and bright. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. You can see that the details are all in vain, and the feathers are flying. You are self-sufficient in every detail. Think about Pesogos. Storks are flying, too It is only when the situation is tired that you are tired, and it is only when you think intensely that you are healthy. The first summer, Tang Baiju in Xia Meng is full of things, so it's good to plant it for a while. Elk loves mountains and forests, and insects and snakes are like grass. Xiangniao loves dense leaves, swimming in scales and enjoying new algae. The sky is gone, but I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away. There is no one in the old country. Cooking moxibustion will not make you faint early. At dusk, you went to a temple at the foot of Daoshan Mountain and got drunk in the middle of the lake. Why are you going back to your hometown? How could you die? (1) In Fan Chengda of Song Dynasty, plums are golden and apricot-shaped, wheat is gray, and cauliflower is sparse. No one has ever climbed the fence during the day, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. (2) In Xiaochi, the spring scenery of Song and Yang Wanli is silent and precious to the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness. The scenery is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. On June 27 th, Song Sushi's dark clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind comes and goes, and the water under the lake is like the sky. The Unknown Miscellaneous Poem wrote that Shi Naian was burned by the sun, and the wild rice in Tianhe was burned. The farmer is boiling soup in his heart, and his son Wang Sun is shaking his fan. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. Knowing from a distance that my brother climbed the mountain, one person was missing. In "Mountain Walking", Tang Du Mu is far away from Lengshan, and there are people. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. For me, there is no shelter from the rain, but there are still branches. You must remember that the good scenery in those days was orange. An autumn night in the mountains. Lotus leaves yield before the fishing boat. What does it matter if spring is over when you are here, my friend's prince? . Poems about winter: Jiang Xue, Liu Tang Zongyuan, no birds in the mountains, no footprints in the thousand paths, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. Bie Dongda, Tang Gaoshi, thousands of miles away, Huang Yun, Bai Yi, water under the bridge, half Jiang Shasha, half Jiang Hong. On the third night of September, the moon is like a pearl and a bow. Everyone in the world knows the monarch. In Yongmei, Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it was not snow, but a faint fragrance. In Xue Mei, Lu Meipo and Xue Mei in Song Dynasty refused to surrender to Spring, and poets stopped writing and commenting on chapters. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost a little fragrance. In winter, Fan Chengda set sail to see the snow-capped mountains are sunny, the wind is cold and the night is even colder. A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home. Blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, it entered the pearl shutters, it wetted the silk curtains, a fur coat felt very cold, a cotton pad was very thin, the bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and everyone was trying to protect their iron clothes. Wan Li sand sea ice is deep, but we drink our guests coming home from the camp, and play savage flute, guitar and harp with him. It snows at dusk, but the red flag freezes when the wind pulls it. When I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai, the mountain road was covered with snow. The mountain road turned around but I couldn't see you, leaving a trail in the snow.

2. Poems describing the four seasons (whole poems) are also acceptable, and they must be complete. Don't put ancient poems in the second grade of primary school.

1, Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene (Song Dynasty), Su Shi, Peach Blossom Outside Bamboo, Prophet of Chunjiang Plumbing Duck. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. 2. Jiang Nanchun (Tang Dynasty) Du Mu's "A Thousand Miles of Yingying Singing Green and Reflecting Red" and Shan Guo's "Wine Flag in the Wind". Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, misty and rainy. 3. Xiao Chun. 4. quatrains (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu and two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went up to the sky. The window contains Xiling Snow, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boated at the door. The ancient poems describing summer are: 1, Four Seasons Pastoral Poetry (Song Dynasty), Fan Chengda Plum Blossom, Plum Blossom and Thin Cauliflower. No one has ever fallen on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies. Shut up suddenly. 3. Koike (Song) Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water. The river only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on his head. On the pond (Tang), Bai Juyi's baby propped up a boat and stole the white lotus back. Without knowing the hidden traces, duckweed blooms together. Ancient poems describing autumn: 1, hiking (. Frost leaves are red in February. 2. Looking at Dongting (Tang Dynasty), Liu Yuxi, the lake and the autumn moon complement each other, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Ancient poems describing winter: 1, Jiang Xue (Tang Dynasty), Liu Zongyuan, a hundred mountains without birds, a boat with no footprints, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. 2. Plum blossom (Song Dynasty), the corner of Wang Anshi.

3. What are the ancient poems describing "spring" in Senior Two?

1, don? Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

2. Don? He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3. Don? Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

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.

4. Song? Zhu's Spring Day

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

5. Song? Ye Shaoweng's The Garden is Worthless.

Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Other poems describing spring are:

1. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass? (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)

2. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention. (Wang Wei's Acacia)

Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)

Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. (Li Shen's "Farmers")

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. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")

7. In spring, everything is brilliant. (Han Yuefu's "Long Songs")

8. In front of the Yellowstone Tower, the river is in the east, and the spring is lazy and sleepy. (Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")

9. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is near but not far. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. (Han Yu's Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department as Foreign Minister)

10. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan")

1 1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. (Han Yi's cold food)

12. Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)

13. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? . (Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains)

14. I'm not talking about striving for spring, but jealousy. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. (Lu You's "Bu Operator")

15. The rain brought by the spring tide came late and quickly, and no one crossed the boat in the wild. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")

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

4. Two poems about the four seasons.

Spring (1) spring breeze, why blame willow, but Yumenguan —— the year-old firecrackers in Tang Wang's Zhizhou Ci "Liangzhou Ci", the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su —— the spring breeze in Wang Song's An Shi's January Day, since I dare not know you, why should I divide the silk curtain in front of my bed? ? Wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high —— Spring Thoughts by Tang Li Bai —— Farewell to the Original Grass by Tang Bai Juyi. When will the bright moon shine on me in Jiang Nanan —— It is easy to distinguish the east wind when boating in Guazhou, Anshi, and it is always spring —— It is wet with apricot flowers and rain in spring, blowing noodles.

-The poem of Zhi 'an, a monk in the Southern Tang Dynasty (2) Spring rain, spring rain, broken bridge, people don't cross, boats support the shade-Fu's "Spring Tour of the Lake" knows that it is a good season for rain, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" building listens to the spring rain all night, and sells apricot flowers in deep alleys. -Song Luyou's "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Spring tides bring rain late and urgent, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Tang Wei Wu Ying's Xixi Going to Chuzhou (3) Spring scenery bothers me, I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's Spring Night couldn't be caged, and an almond went out of the wall. The silk river with beautiful spring scenery floats between heaven and earth, like a cloud of jade peak. In the garden that Ye Shaoweng is worth visiting in ancient and modern times, Tang Du Fu climbed the building, and bees and butterflies climbed over the wall one after another, but it was too spring scenery to be next door. The king of the Tang Dynasty urges the spring to be beautiful, and the spring water asks you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward-Li Yu in the southern Tang Dynasty is young and beautiful, although the spring scenery is broken, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is green again in spring-Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope, Spring Things, Plum Spring Come, Red South Branch"-Wei's "Acacia", silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will be lit every night. There is a special way to cook brown rice fresh-Tang Du Fu's Give Eight to Wei (⑦) Other poems with the word "spring" have less late frost, and the grass and trees know that spring comes to the world-Wei's "beginning of spring Encounter" but how many feelings the inch of grass has won-Jiao Youzi, but I still had these friends for a while, which encouraged me to survive the end of spring-Tang Li Bai's "Drinking the bright moon alone"

(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. But how much affection does an inch of grass have? (Meng Jiao: Ode to a Wanderer) 3. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei: Acacia) 4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

(Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass)) 6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10 thousand seeds in autumn.

(Li Shen: Compassion for Farmers) 7. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai Miscellaneous History) 9. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He: Singing Willow) 10. Spring garden can't be closed, an apricot goes out of the wall.

(Ye Shaoweng: "It's not worth going to the park") During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Liu Yong and Zhang Zhi's jasper are dressed as a tree, and they hang green silk brocade for thousands of years. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In spring, Zhu Shengri looks for the waterfront, and the vast scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

Chunxiao Meng Haoran doesn't sleep in spring, and birds are everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers.

In the village of Gaoding, the grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

In April in the countryside, all the mountains and plains in Weng Juan are green, and it is raining like smoke in the sound of Zigui. In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Du Fu's sunset is late, the mountains are beautiful and the spring scenery is fragrant. Mud melts and swallows, sand warms sleep.

On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Anshi was one year old except firecrackers, and the spring breeze send warm entered Tu Su; Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones. Su Shi, the night scene by Huichong River, with three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, is a prophet of warm ducks by the river.

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. Spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of Du Mu singing green and reflecting red, water town mountain fruit wine flag wind.

There are many terraced fields in the 480 Hall in the Southern Dynasties. Han Yuefu's Long Songs, an ancient poem describing spring, is colorful. In the Tang Dynasty, He's "Singing Willow" was decorated with jasper, which was as high as a tree, with ten thousand green threads hanging down. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The sky was crisp with rain and the grass was far and near. The most important advantage is that a year's plan lies in spring, which is better than a willow. Tang Hanyu, the capital of Chun Xue, has no youth in the New Year, and grass buds appear in early February.

Snow is too late for spring, and it is flying through the courtyard trees. Stone "Two Scenes in the Late Spring River" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and Chunjiang is a duck prophet. (2) an ancient poem describing summer, Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "About". It rains in Huangmei, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. In the early Song Dynasty, the quatrains in summer have turned red and purple, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.

It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon" The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June 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. (3) The autumn poem, an ancient poem describing autumn, starts with autumn wind, the plants turn yellow, and the geese return to the south.

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost. Don Wang Bo's Preface to Farewell in Autumn Knee Palace: The sunset is the same as the lonely, autumn water and the sky.

Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright. Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Minister of Xuanzhou Village" was sent by autumn geese and Changfeng, and I looked at each other on this village and drank my wine.

In August, the wind roared and my hair rolled up. Two autumn poems in Yuxi, Liu Tang: The mountains and rivers are clear and the frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow.

Don Tu Mu's "Autumn Night" red candle, Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and the small fan fluttered against the fireflies. (4) Ancient poems describing winter and famous sentences describing winter Xie Jindaoyun's Selected Poems on Snow are like snow, and the difference in the air can be painted, but it is not catkin.

Write two poems about the four seasons.

Spring:

Don He Zhangzhi: I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Don Han Yu: Every grass and tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.

Qing Zhou Zhen: I'm worried that mulberry leaves will wither in spring, and a trace of thick green will be on my forehead.

Yuan Lu: In spring, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are like embroidery, and the rain in the West Lake is like oil.

S: A night of spring scenery is worth a thousand dollars. Flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

Qing Yun Ge: It rained all night in the mountains, so there shouldn't be much spring. Look at the grass on the mainland, green to Dongting Lake.

Summer:

Don Cen Can: Remnant clouds reap the heat of summer, and new rain brings the haze of autumn.

Don Wang Wei: An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and a mango bird sings in a tree in midsummer.

Guan: Why is the hatred gone? Xia Mu is cute.

Tang Du Fu: The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool.

Autumn:

Don Bai Juyi: When Xia Chan is finished, autumn rain geese come.

Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn lake, and the waves are like molten gold.

Don Liu Yuxi: Lake, light and moon know each other; There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Look at the mountains and rivers in Dongting; Green snail in a silver plate.

Don Liu Yuxi: Lake, light and moon know each other; There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Look at the mountains and rivers in Dongting; Green snail in a silver plate.

Winter:

Don Bai Juyi: The new vinegar has green stripes, and the static stove has red stir. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

Don Richie: There were no towns for 3,000 miles, and there was nothing but a camp, until the gloomy sky joined the vast desert covered with snow.

Four seasons:

Tao Jin Yuanming: In spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling.

Guo Song Xi: Spring Mountain is as plain as a smile, Summer Mountain is green, Autumn Mountain is as bright as makeup, and Winter Mountain is as bleak as sleep.

6. Two ancient poems describing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Spring: 1, "Singing Willow"-He

Jasper is dressed up as 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.

In the early spring, eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department appeared-Han Yu.

The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.

The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.

Xia: 1, "Seeing Lin Zifang off at dawn in Jingci Temple"-Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

2, "Little Pool"-Yang Wanli

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

Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.

Autumn: 1, Walking in the mountains-Du Mu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.

2, "a night-mooring near maple bridge"-Zhang Ji

Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.

Winter: 1, Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan

Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

2. On ice cream slices

Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into beautiful branches.

Now, it would be nice to sigh and cover up all the evil ways in the world.