I sleep in spring without waking up, and hear birds singing everywhere. Spring Dawn - Meng Haoran

The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. It’s not worth visiting the garden - Ye Shaoweng

The jasper is made up as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. Ode to the Willows - He Zhizhang

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Du Fu - Happy Rain on a Spring Night

The grass grows and the orioles fly in February, and the willows brush the dike and return drunk with spring. Village Residence - Gaoding

The beauty of April in the human world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. I always regret that spring has nowhere to go, and I don’t know where to turn. The peach blossoms in Dalin Temple - Bai Juyi

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Farewell to Lin Zifang after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn - Yang Wanli

The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. Small Pond——Yang Wanli

The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense. Summer Pavilion - Gao Pian

Autumn

Park and sit in the maple forest at night, frost leaves red in February and flowers in the mountains - Du Mu

Withered Vine The crows are dim in the old trees, the small bridges are flowing, the sky is clear, the sand is clear, and autumn thoughts - Ma Zhiyuan

Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu. Happy Meeting - Li Yu

Crows roost on the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. On the fifteenth night, looking at the moon and sending it to Dr. Du - Wang Jian

Winter

Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in his lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Jiang Xue - Liu Zongyuan

There are several plum trees in the corner, Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

Plum Blossoms - Wang Anshi

Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace Li Bai - Traveling to the North Wind