1. Write some poems about the seasonal changes of white grass broken by the north wind, and eight poems about In the snow crossing the Tatar sky. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny. Liu Yuxi's Zhi Zhu Ci

In one day, in a palace, and the climate is uneven. Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. -Su Song Shi's Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River.

Just like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? —— Wang Anshi went boating in Guazhou.

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. Poetry Xiaoya Cai Wei

2. Write a poem according to the change of seasons. The spring breeze blew away the eyes of the season, the tears of snow and ice dyed the fields and Shan Ye red, and the wisps of smoke rising in my hometown. The wind and rain stroked the plow and sowed the seeds. I hope to sing the call of distant green life, the vision of sweat and hard work. I embraced my colorful childhood, and the passionate rain in summer pounded the earth, catching a slug and hanging it in front of the window, tying a summer singing marriage. Grab a handful of passionate and persistent soil in the field, sculpt the middle age of life, and burn a bowl of rice to nourish the peace of life by the way. In the autumn harvest season, you still don't forget to sow spring, autumn colors and autumn rhymes, embellish the sigh of life, hold the autumn wind to refresh your heart, sort out the mood of the world of mortals, repair your beautiful home, freeze the cold of winter, solidify the end of life, turn water into ice flowers and soil, and just quietly change a name. Life without autumn wind will not be reborn. Cold is a season.