2. Nature is the art of God. (Dante)
Ancient poems describing spring
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring. -Spring in Song Zhuxi.
I want to be wet with apricot flowers and rain, but my face is not cold. -Southern Song Dynasty.
Monk Zhinan's quatrains
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
Ancient poems describing summer
Lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the sky, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different colors ―― Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. Yang Wanli's small pool
Ancient poems describing autumn
Lonely Sunset, Same Autumn Water —— Don Wang Bo's Preface to Autumn Palace
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Du Mu's Mountain Walk
Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring.
Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
Ancient poems describing winter
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. (Song
Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom)
Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.