I need some ancient poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter.

meng haoran

Spring Morning

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

But now I remember that night, that storm,

I wonder how many flowers have been broken.

Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain. It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment. Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.

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Spring is a good sleep, and it will dawn before you know it;

I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere.

At night, there seems to be a rustling sound;

Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen?

Liu Yong Tanghe Zhangzhi

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.

The new willow jade is like a jade carving, and countless tender wickers hang down like ribbons. Who cut the slender willow leaves? It turns out that the spring breeze in February is a magical pair of scissors.

Comments: The author's observation is meticulous, the metaphor is novel, the imagination is unique, the language is simple and fluent, and there is a strong spring between the lines.

Second, summer.

Jiangnan hanyuefu

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west,

Fish hit the south of the lotus leaf, fish hit the north of the lotus leaf.

Translation:

It's the season of picking lotus in Jiangnan again, and the leaves are closely connected.

Fish play in the middle of the lotus leaf, fish play in the east of the lotus leaf and fish play in the west of the lotus leaf.

Fish play in the south of the lotus leaf, and fish play in the north of the lotus leaf.

(Note: The last five sentences have the same meaning, all of which mean that fish are playing among lotus leaves. The juxtaposition of east, west, north and south is the technique of "fu" in the Book of Songs.

Explanation:

This article is a love song combined with labor. Poetry uses metaphors and puns that are common in folk love songs, takes the homonym of "lotus" and "pity" as a symbol of love, and uses the splash of fish in the lotus leaf as a metaphor for the happy scene of young men and women falling in love in the works. Fresh and healthy style. The first three sentences of this poem outline a vivid Jiangnan landscape. The last four sentences are juxtaposed with the east, the west, the north and the south, and the orientation change is based on the swimming of fish, which is vivid, natural and interesting. Sentences are repeated and slightly changed, which is the traditional technique in the Book of Songs. Used here, it is more reminiscent of lotus pickers boating, singing and corresponding scenes in the lake. None of the words in the poem directly describe people, but through the description of lotus leaves and fish, we can hear their voices, see their people, feel a kind of vitality and appreciate the inner joy of lotus pickers.

Lakeside temple at dawn

Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli Genre: Four Musts

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

To annotate ...

[Note] (1) Jingci Temple: On the south bank of West Lake in Hangzhou today. (2) after all: after all, eventually. (3) Four seasons: Four seasons.

Whether it is the West Lake in June or not, the unique scenery is different from other times. Lotus leaves are all over the lake, and the green lotus leaves are endless, extending to the distant place where water and sky meet. Lotus leaves reflect sunlight and present a distinctive brilliant red.

Third, autumn.

Travel 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 flowers.

[translation]:

Along the winding path up the mountain, deep in the white clouds, there are people. I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.

Through the maple leaves, the whole poem writes the warm breath of late autumn.

[Appreciation] This poem is about autumn scenery seen in the mountains, and the last two sentences are particularly beautiful. Therefore, Huang Sheng's "Don't Find Gold in Tang Poetry" says that "there is a picture in the poem" and it is a "travel map of autumn mountains". The word "sit" in the poem is interpreted as solving, not sitting down. "Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" has been praised as a "true sentence" by predecessors, because it fulfilled the previous meaning and showed us a maple forest in autumn. You see, under the autumn sun, the maple leaves are about to drip, and the layers of forest are all dyed, which is more beautiful than the spring flowers in February! Through this piece of red, people see that autumn has the charm of spring. Can you not feel relaxed and happy and linger?

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

The old vine is a faint crow, the small bridge is a small family, and the old road is a thin horse. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Translated text

Dead vines twine around old trees, and crows returning home at dusk perch on branches. Under the small bridge, the water is gurgling, and there are several beside it. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward. The sun is setting slowly, and people who are sad and heartbroken are still wandering around the world.

The first painting is *** 18 with nine nouns, without empty word, which is natural and fluent, with rich connotations. With his skillful artistic skills, the author bathed nine different landscapes in the afterglow of the sunset, presented them to us in a "montage" brushwork like a focal plane, and brought the readers into the late autumn season at once: several dead vines were wrapped around several bald trees with yellow leaves. We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree. All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.

In the second painting, we can see that in the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, a wanderer suffering from homesickness rides a long-delayed thin horse and wanders into the distance in the heavy twilight. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! The heart of a wandering wanderer drops blood in the autumn wind. ...

It is with such a short ditty that Ma Zhiyuan expresses its indescribable connotation, vividly portrays the sad inner world of a wanderer and gives people a shocking artistic feeling.

Fourth, winter.

Xue Jiang

liu zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

A boat, a bamboo cloak,

Fishing alone in a cold boat.

[translation]

In Fei Ying, there are no birds in the rolling hills.

All the traces that are hard to find on the road.

On a lonely boat,

There is a fisherman in Dai Li.

Fishing alone in the cold snow.

[opinion]

This poem truly reproduces a quiet, cold, pure and silent natural scene by line drawing, and shows it.

The poet's political frustration, depression and distress.

Du fu, soldier vehicle store

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists. My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. They ran after you, crying, pulling your sleeve and crying to the sky.

And every time a bystander asks you a question, pedestrians click on the frequency. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped. Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field. Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. No matter what demands are made on them, does the soldier dare to expand his hatred? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.

Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned? The new ghost complained that the old ghost cried the loudest in the stormy dark sky.

Translated text

Vehicles rumbled, horses rustled, and soldiers went out with bows and arrows hanging from their waists. Parents, wife and children came to see me off, but xian yangqiao was not seen in the dust. Stop on the road, hold the soldier's clothes and cry, crying straight into the sky.

Passers-by asked the soldiers how to get out, but the soldiers only said that there were frequent conscription on the roster. Some people went to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, while others went to the western frontier to farm at the age of forty. When I went, I covered some able-bodied men with headscarves. When I came back, I was bald and had to guard the border. Countless frontier soldiers shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and Huang Wu's idea of opening up the frontier has never stopped. Haven't you heard of the vegetation in Baicun Village, 200 states east of Huashan Mountain in Hanjia? Even if there is a strong woman with a hoe and plow in her hand, the crops in the field will not grow into a line. Besides, the soldiers of Qin can fight hard and be driven to war, just like chickens and dogs. Despite the doubts of elders, how dare people who serve in the army express their disgust? Just like this winter, we have never stopped recruiting troops west of Hanguguan. The county magistrate urgently urged the people to pay the rent tax. Where does the rent tax come from? If you really know that having a boy is a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Give birth to a girl who can marry her neighbor, and give birth to a boy who died on the battlefield and was buried in the grass.

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers who have died since ancient times have not been buried. The new ghost resents the old ghost and cries in annoyance, and the ghost chirps when it is rainy and wet.