Famous quote: The glory of life lies not in never failing, but in being able to rise again and again. -----Napoleon

He lived as a hero, but died as a ghost.

-----Li Qingzhao

A person's life is about trying. The more you try, the better your life will be. ----Emerson

Whoever wants to play life will achieve nothing; whoever cannot master himself will always be a slave. ---Goethe

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. ----Gu Yanwu

Suffering is the teacher of life. -----Balzac

Poetry: Poems about spring

1. The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. Ye Shaoweng

Visiting the garden is not worth it

2. Orioles are singing thousands of miles away, the green is reflected in red, the wine flags in Shuicunshanguo are winding. Du Mu's "Quequatrains"

3. Two or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, ducks are warm in the spring river Prophet. Su Shi·"Hui Chong's "Spring River Dawn""

4. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

5. Spring is coming - firecrackers The sound of a new year comes, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri"

6, Spring Rain - Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty. "The Early Spring Rain in Lin'an" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty "Ji"

7. Spring breeze - the spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again. Wang Anshi's "Boat at Guazhou"

8. Spring breeze - I can easily recognize the east wind. The face is always spring with a thousand colors and colors. Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"

9, Spring Silence - the spring tide brings rain late and rushes, and there is no boat on the wild crossing. Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream"

< p>10, Spring Sorrow - Asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward Li Yu's "Yu Meiren"

11, Spring Return - Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud Protecting flowers. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"

Poems about summer

1. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

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At dawn, Jingci is sent off to Lin Zifang

2. Xiaohe has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

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3. The fragrance of rice flowers talks about a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

The bright moon leaves the branches and the magpies are frightened, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night

Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River"

4. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

Zhao Shixiu's "Invitation"

5. During the yellow plum season, the weather is sunny, and the creeks are overflowing. Mountain Walk.

Zeng Ji's "Three Qu Roads"

Poems about Autumn

1. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February Flowers. Du Mu's Mountain Tour

2. The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night. Maple leaves and flowers are rustling in autumn. Bai Juyi's Pipa Tour

3. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants. The pistils are fragrant and the butterflies are hard to find in the cold. Come. I would rather die holding the fragrance on the branches than blow it down in the north wind. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"

4, The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising

Cao Cao's "Viewing the Sea"

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Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water and people's houses

Ma Zhiyuan's "The Pure Sky·Autumn Thoughts"

Poetry about winter (snow)

1. Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow. Who will lean on the railing next year?

Du Mu drinks in the early winter night

2. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a boat in the snow on the cold river. Liu Zongyuan's " "Snow on the River"

3. The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground folds, and the snow falls in August. Cen Shen sends Bai Xuege to send Magistrate Wu back to the capital.

4. Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight. , Thousands of pear trees are blooming. Cen ginseng and white snow songs send Magistrate Wu back to the capital

5, Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the white sun, the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Farewell to Dong Da in Gao Shi

6 , The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace

Li Bai's "North Wind Travel"

7. You can't be seen when you turn around in the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow

< p>Cen Shen Bai Xuege sent Magistrate Wu back to the capital

8, the clouds spread across the Qinling Mountains and the snow fell for thousands of years, and the snow embraced Languan and the horse stopped moving forward

Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Languan to Show His Nephew Xiang"< /p>

9, lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers come to sleep

Su Shi's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Best section: Summer time, various colors The wild flowers are all blooming, red, purple, pink and yellow, like brilliant spots embroidered on a big green carpet; swarms of bees are swarming among the flowers. Busy, sucking the stamens, flying around hard.

In midsummer, the weather is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly close to the shade of trees, as if they are afraid that the sun will damage their wings.

There was not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

In the midsummer of July, there is no cloud in the blue sky. The hot sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot to the touch, and the soil in the ground is smoking.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent over in the heat and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as blades of grass, and in the wheat and rye fields, in the wheat and rye fields, and in the reeds on the shore, they make a weak and noisy sound. song.