1. Poems about spring

"Spring Dawn"

Tang Meng Haoran

I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and hear the singing of birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain at night makes one know how many flowers have fallen.

"Ode to the Willow"

Tang He Zhizhang

The jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.

I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.

Eternal regret has no place to return to in spring, and I don’t know where to turn.

"Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

To the west of Jia Pavilion in the north of Gushan Temple, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

Early orioles are vying for warmth in several places, and new swallows are pecking at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are becoming more and more charming, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

My favorite lake is eastward, with green trees and white sand embankment.

"Early Spring in the East of the City"

Yang Juyuan of the Tang Dynasty

The poet's clear scene is in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow.

If you stay in the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will be the one looking at the flowers when you go out.

Part 1 of "Huichong Chunjiang Xiaojing"

Song Dynasty Su Shi

Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.

The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

"A Visit to the Garden Is Not Worth It"

Ye Shaoweng of the Song Dynasty

Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the door of the small buckle firewood cannot be opened for a long time.

The garden is full of spring scenery and can’t be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.

"Spring Day"

Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty

The sun is shining brightly on the shore of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.

Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.

"Recalling Jiangnan? Jiangnan is good"

Tang Bai Juyi

Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me.

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

Can we not remember Jiangnan?

When I recall the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is the most memorable.

Looking for osmanthus seeds in the middle of the moon in the mountain temple, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will we visit again?

I recall Jiangnan, and then I recall Wu Palace.

With a glass of Wu wine and spring bamboo leaves, Wu and her children dance together and get drunk with hibiscus.

See you again sooner or later?

2. Poems about summer

"Sigh on a Summer Night"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The sun will never fade, the heat will poison me intestinal.

The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.

The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.

The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.

With false brightness, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.

No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions.

Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in his poor years.

Why do we look at each other in the heat of the wash?

There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.

Although the body is covered with bruises, it is better to return home early.

The north city is filled with sorrow and storks are flying.

When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.

"First Summer"

Tang Bai Juyi

Meng Xia is full of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.

Elks enjoy deep forests, and insects and snakes enjoy abundant grass.

The flying birds love the dense leaves, and the swimming scales love the new algae.

The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered.

I am at the end of the world, my flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies.

What's the use of being worried? It's just self-indulgence.

It’s better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy.

There are many fine wines in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.

The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion.

Go to the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.

Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever?

"The South Pavilion is full of emotions in summer"

Tang Meng Haoran

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.

I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"

Gaopian of the Tang Dynasty

The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves, the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1)

Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, white snow and cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Little Pond"

Song Yang Wanli

The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at dawn"

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.

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"

Song Wang Ling

The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings.

Man is already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, so why would God not hesitate to dry them up?

As high as Kunlun there is snow, and as far as Penglai it is always cold.

If you can’t carry the world with you, how can you bear to swim around it?

"Unknown Miscellaneous Poems"

Mingshi Naian

The red sun is scorching like fire, and the wild fields and rice are half withered.

The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.

3. Poems about Autumn

"Midnight Autumn Song"

Li Bai of Tang Dynasty

A moon in Chang'an, the sound of thousands of households pounding clothes .

The autumn wind never blows away, but there is always love between the two.

Whenever the Hulu are defeated, a good man will stop his expedition.

"Climbing the Xie Tiao North Tower in Xuancheng in Autumn"

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

The river city is like a painting, and the mountains are dawning and the sky is clear.

The rain catches the bright mirror, and the rainbow falls on the twin bridges.

The crowds are cold, the oranges and pomeloes are cold, and the old sycamores are in autumn colors.

Who reads the North Tower and feels grateful to the Duke in the wind.

"Autumn Night Song"

Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

The autumn dew of Gui Po is weak when he is born, and his light clothes are already thin and have not been changed.

The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can’t bear to return to the empty room.

"Autumn Evening"

Tang Du Mu

The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small light fan flutters at the flowing fireflies.

The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.

"Climbing High"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The wind is strong, the ape high in the sky whistles in mourning, and the white bird flies back from the clear sand in Zhu.

Boundless falling trees rustle, and the endless Yangtze River rolls by.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage.

Hard and bitter, I hate the frost on my temples, and my new wine glass becomes muddy.

"Staying on the Jiande River"

Tang Meng Haoran

Moving the boat to Yanzhu, the guests are worried about the new arrival at dusk.

The sky is wide and the trees are low, the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

"Remembering Brothers from Shandong on September 9th"

Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

A stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

"Mountain Travel"

Tang Du Mu

Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds.

I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.

"Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn"

Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring rocks flow upward.

The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat.

Let the spring fragrance rest at will, and the kings and grandsons can stay.

"Ode to the Dusk River"

Tang Bai Juyi

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.

"Autumn Poems"

Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

The mountains are bright and the water is clear. Frost comes at night, and several trees turn deep red and turn into light yellow.

Trying to go up to a high-rise building will clear your bones, it’s like the spring scenery that makes people crazy.

"Autumn Thoughts"

Tang Zhang Ji

Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I wanted to write a book with great meaning.

I am afraid that I can’t finish the story in a hurry, and the travelers have to open it again before leaving.

"Gift to Liu Jingwen"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

There is no rain cover when the lotus is gone, and there are still proud frost branches of the chrysanthemums.

You must remember that the good times of the year are the time of orange and green.

4. Poems about winter

"Snow on the River"

Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of mountains are full of birds, and thousands of people are everywhere. destroy.

A man in a lone boat with a coir raincoat fishing fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

"Farewell to Dong Da"

Tang Gaoshi

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.

"Ode to Plum Blossoms"

Song Wang Anshi

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

It is not snow that I know from afar, only the faint fragrance comes.

"Snowy Plum"

Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty

The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.

"Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous"

Song Dynasty Fan Chengda

Let the boat go and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still and strangely cold, and it becomes more condensed in the evening.

I sit and listen to a pole of broken pearls and jade, unaware that the lake has turned into ice.

"Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

Tang Cen Shen

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes.

The snow falls one after another at the gate of the camp, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.

You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.