2, Spring Rain-Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain all night, and sold apricot flowers in deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty.

3, spring flowers-a snow in Dongzhu, life is clear.

4, spring night-deeper in the middle of the night, Beidou dry oblique.

5, spring water-spring water is bluer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain.

6. Spring Breeze-Spring Breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me?

7, spring-wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring.

8, spring scenery-try to see the detached stage, half a flower city.

9, spring outing-Dongfeng knows that I want mountains, blowing off the rain between the eaves.

10, longing for love-longing for love * * flowers compete for hair, even this bright flame of love, is there only ashes? .

1 1, the silence of spring-the rain brought by spring tide comes late, comes and goes in a hurry, and there is no boat to cross the field.

12, spring sorrow-ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

13, Spring Dream-Spring is coming-firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.

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14, spring hatred-life is born with infatuation, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

15, spring return-falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Summer in Poetry

1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")

Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))

The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")

4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")

5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")

6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")

7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")

8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. Qin Guan: "March is a dark day."

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely colorful, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun ―― Yang Wanli's A Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple in Chu Xiao.

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. -Song Zhao Shi Xiu is an invitation.

Why don't you like wheatgrass? Trees in summer are lovely. -Close My Topic in Dark March.

Red and purple turned into dust, and with the rhyme of cuckoo's land tour ringing in early summer, summer began again.

Summer night sigh

Tang/Du Fu

Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.

Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.

Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?

Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.

North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: The trees grow dark in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.

Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Enjoy the Cool Day": chasing the cool outside the willow with a coffin and painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.