A parody poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter 1 An ancient poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
(A), describing the ancient poetry of spring
"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk threads hang down.
I don't know who to cut,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Tang Hanyu presented 18 members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring.
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
Absolutely the best-before the hazy willow trees cover the city.
(2) Ancient poems describing Xia.
Song? Lu you's quatrains in early summer
Red and purple turned into dust,
In the cuckoo's cry, summer is new.
Sang Ma couldn't stop,
I realized that I am a peace-loving person.
Song Yang Wanli "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
After all, in mid-June,
The scenery is different from the four seasons.
Lotus leaves are infinitely green,
Lotus is bright red.
(C) Poetry describing autumn
Du Mu's Autumn Night
Silver candle Qiu Guang cold painting screen,
A small fan flies to the firefly.
The night in Tianjie is as cool as water,
Lie down and watch the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. "
Du Mude's mountaineering trip
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
Where there are some white clouds, you can see some households.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
Frost is redder than February flowers.
(4) Ancient poems describing winter
Early Plum by Zhang Wei in Tang Dynasty
Thousands of trees and white jade strips,
Cross Lincun Road and Tributary Bridge.
I don't know if the water came first,
It is suspected that the snow in winter has not disappeared.
Don? Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
2. Write a poem in spring, summer, autumn and winter
Spring outing in Qiantang Lake
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Days net sand autumn
Bai Pu
Sunset in a lonely village
Crows fly at dusk on the old trees with rotten vines;
A small flying shadow.
Clear water and lush mountains
White grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Transparent small container
Song Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
3. Poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter.
spring
willow
He zhangzhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
summer
Lakeside temple at dawn
Yang Wanli
After all, in mid-June,
The scenery is different from the four seasons.
Lotus leaves are infinitely green,
Lotus is bright red.
autumn
Travel in the mountains
Du Mu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
There are people in the depths of white clouds.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.
winter
The owner of Furong Mountain is in every snow.
Liu Changqing
Sunset in the distance,
The weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking,
The snowstorm came again at night.
4. A poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
1, spring day
Song: Zhu
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
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The spring outing is sunny, and the endless scenery is completely new on the shore of Surabaya.
Anyone can see the face of spring. The spring breeze is full of flowers and colors, and the scenery of spring is everywhere.
2. Koike
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
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Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water flow, and the shade reflects the water because it loves sunny days and the softness of the wind.
The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the water with a sharp corner, and a naughty little dragonfly had already stood on it.
3. Tianjin Sha Qiu Si
Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water,
The ancient road and the west wind are thin.
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
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At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry.
Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke.
On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind.
The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west.
On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.
4. Jiang Xue
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
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Birds and mountains are all extinct; All the roads, no sign of anyone.
Alone on the river, fisherman Dai Li; Fishing alone is not afraid of ice and snow.
5. Operator Yongmei.
Modern: Mao Zedong
Read Lu You's Yongmei Ci, and use it in reverse.
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
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Wind and rain send spring back here, and flying snowflakes are welcoming the arrival of spring. It's already the coldest time in the ice and snow, and beautiful plum blossoms are still blooming on the edge of the cliff.
Plum blossoms are beautiful, but they don't show off, just to report the arrival of spring to people. When the flowers are in full bloom, she will feel extremely gratified.
Please write an ancient poem in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
An ancient poem describing spring: "Light rain in early spring"-Tang Hanyu Tianjie's light rain is crisp, but the grass color is far away.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. "Spring Day"-Song Zhuxi wins the day and seeks the fragrance and waterfront, and the boundless scene is new for a while.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. An ancient poem about summer: Jingci Temple Waixiao-the scenery of the West Lake in Wanli Tang is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Summer in the mountain pavilion-Tang Gaopian The trees are thick and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. An ancient poem describing autumn: Ode to Mujiang-Tang Juyi, setting sun in the water, half river rustling, half river red.
The loveliest thing is the ninth day of September. The bright pearl's bright crescent moon is shaped like a bow. Mountain Trip-Tang Du Mu is far away from Lengshan Mountain, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. An ancient poem describing winter: Jiang Xue-Liu Tang Zongyuan, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold snow. "Midnight Winter Song"-Yao catches the wind and buckles the tree, but the grass withers in first frost.
May I ask whether the man on the moon is old?
6. A poem about spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Spring nights are the best.
The clouds in the glow are all laid out, and the frogs across the lane are even more unreal.
It's cold on the pillow and raining outside the window.
Who are the tears of Yingying Candle crying for? A little flower is sad and angry for me.
Nature is lazy, lazy, and can't stand the frequency of jokes.
Summer nights are the best.
Embroidered beauty is tired, dreams are long, and golden cage parrots call tea soup.
The windows are bright and clean, the musk deer moon opens the palace mirror, and the house is full of fragrance.
Amber cups are slippery and glass sills are cool.
Shuige moves everywhere, and the curtain rolls up the evening makeup of Zhulou.
Autumn night is the most beautiful.
There is no noise in crimson Yun Xuan, and osmanthus streamers soak the yarn.
The moss locks the stone pattern to make the crane sleep, and the well floats and the tung exposes the wet crow.
He carried the maid to Shu Jinfeng, and those who leaned against the threshold returned to Cui Hua.
I can't sleep at night because of thirst for wine, so I can make tea again with heavy smoke.
Winter nights are the best.
It's late at night, and the stork hasn't slept yet.
Songying saw only a courtyard of cranes, and there were no warblers everywhere in pear blossoms.
Daughter Cui sleeve poem cold, son gold mink wine light.
But I like to serve my son, know how to taste tea, and sweep the new snow and cook in time.
7. Ancient poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter (one each)
First, spring: Meng Haoran and Xiao Chunchun in the morning, I woke up briskly and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Xiao Chun shows us a spring scene in the early morning after the rain.
It seems dull, but it has infinite charm. Don't write flowers, don't write intoxicating fragrance, just use a few strokes to outline the deep spring that you felt at that casual moment.
Poets cherish spring because of love, and spring because of love, concise and sincere. From "but now I remember that night, that storm", we can imagine the splendid spring scenery with birds and flowers.
Spring is very long, I can sleep, and it will dawn before I know it; I suddenly woke up and there were birds singing everywhere. At night, there seems to be a rustling sound; Oh, it's stormy. How many flowers have fallen? He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree, hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The new willow jade is like a jade carving, and countless tender wickers hang down like ribbons.
Who cut the slender willow leaves? It turns out that the spring breeze in February is a magical pair of scissors. Comments: The author's observation is meticulous, the metaphor is novel, the imagination is unique, the language is simple and fluent, and there is a strong spring between the lines.
Second, in summer, lotus can be picked in Jiangnan. What is the lotus leaf? Fish hits the lotus leaf, fish hits the lotus leaf east, fish hits the lotus leaf west, fish hits the lotus leaf south and fish hits the lotus leaf north.
It's the season of picking lotus in the south of the Yangtze River, and the leaves come out of the water and are closely connected. Fish play among lotus leaves, fish play in the east, fish play in the west, fish play in the south and fish play in the north.
(Note: The last five sentences have the same meaning, all of which mean that fish are playing among lotus leaves. The juxtaposition of east, west, north and south is the way of "fu" in the Book of Songs. Interpretation: This is a love song that combines labor.
Poetry uses metaphors and puns that are common in folk love songs, takes the homonym of "lotus" and "pity" as a symbol of love, and uses the splash of fish in the lotus leaf as a metaphor for the happy scene of young men and women falling in love in the works. Fresh and healthy style.
The first three sentences of this poem outline a vivid Jiangnan landscape. The last four sentences are juxtaposed with the east, the west, the north and the south, and the orientation change is based on the swimming of fish, which is vivid, natural and interesting.
Sentences are repeated and slightly changed, which is the traditional technique in the Book of Songs. Used here, it is more reminiscent of lotus pickers boating, singing and corresponding scenes in the lake. None of the words in the poem directly describe people, but through the description of lotus leaves and fish, we can hear their voices, see their people, feel a kind of vitality and appreciate the inner joy of lotus pickers.
The morning sun rises in Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off. Song Author: Yang Wanli Style: The scenery of the Seven Wonders West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June after all. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Note [Note] (1) Jingci Temple: South Bank of West Lake in Hangzhou. (2) after all: after all, eventually.
(3) Four seasons: Four seasons. Whether it is the West Lake in June or not, the unique scenery is different from other times.
Lotus leaves are all over the lake, and the green lotus leaves are endless, extending to the distant place where water and sky meet. Lotus leaves reflect sunlight and present a distinctive brilliant red. Third, the autumn mountain tour Du Mu is far away from Hanshan, and there are people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. Going up the mountain along the winding path, there are people deep in the white clouds.
I stopped the car because I like the late autumn scenery in Fenglin. Maple leaves dyed with autumn frost are more colorful than spring flowers in February.
Through the maple leaves, the whole poem writes the warm breath of late autumn. [Appreciation] This poem is about autumn scenery seen in the mountains, and the last two sentences are particularly beautiful.
Therefore, Huang Sheng's "Don't Find Gold in Tang Poetry" says that "there is a picture in the poem" and it is a "travel map of autumn mountains". The word "sit" in the poem is interpreted as solving, not sitting down.
"Frost leaves are redder than February flowers" has been praised as a "true sentence" by predecessors, because it fulfilled the previous meaning and showed us a maple forest in autumn. You see, under the autumn sun, the maple leaves are about to drip, and the layers of forest are all dyed, which is more beautiful than the spring flowers in February! Through this piece of red, people see that autumn has the charm of spring. Can you not feel relaxed and happy and linger? Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si is sunny and windy. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and small homes, and sparse ancient roads.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Dead vines twine around old trees, and crows returning home at dusk perch on branches. Under the small bridge, the water is gurgling, and there are several beside it. On the ancient and desolate road, the autumn wind is bleak, and a tired thin horse carries me forward.
The sun is setting slowly, and people who are sad and heartbroken are still wandering around the world. The first picture consists of 18 words and nine nouns. There is no empty word in it, but it is natural and smooth, with rich connotations. With his skillful artistic skills, the author bathed in nine different scenery in the sunset and presented it to us in a "montage" style like a focal plane, bringing the reader into the late autumn season at once: several dead vines wound around several bald trees with yellow leaves and rustled in the autumn wind.
We can imagine that crows can still have old trees to return to, but wanderers are homeless. How miserable and helpless it is! Next is a small bridge, flowing water, and a small farmhouse with faint smoke. The rural scenery in which such people live is so quiet and sweet, comfortable and carefree.
All this can't help but remind the wanderer of the bridges, flowing water and relatives in his hometown. Here, the sad feelings are written in the happy scene, which sets off the helpless sadness of the wandering wanderer.
In the second painting, we can see that in the bleak autumn wind, on the lonely ancient road, a wanderer suffering from homesickness rides a long-delayed thin horse and wanders into the distance in the heavy twilight. At this time, the sun sets, scattering a bleak oblique light. This is the reunion moment when birds return to their nests, cattle and sheep return home and people return home. However, the wanderer is still "the end of the world is reduced." At this moment, this situation, a wandering in a foreign country, in the face of such a bleak and desolate scene, how can it not be sad, heartbroken and heartbroken! A wandering journey.
8. Poems describing spring, summer, autumn and winter.
The poem "Spring" says: Liu Annong and jathyapple Ming.
The willows on the shore are bright in spring, the willows are bright in spring, and jathyapple is bright;
On a moonlit night, willows will be planted in Yangchun, and they will sing warblers.
Poem "Summer": Xiang Lian has cool clear water and long summer.
The water in Xiang Lian is cool, and the water is cool and the summer is long.
In the long summer, the cool wind moves the water, the cool wind moves the water, and the water is fragrant.
Poetry "Autumn": Autumn, Chu Yan left the sandbar shallow water.
Qiu Jiang, geese stay in sandbars, geese stay in shallow water.
In shallow water, the sand goose lives in the continent and the sand goose lives in the river in autumn.
"Winter" poem: The red stove is full of charcoal, and the cold wind protects the winter.
Red furnace charcoal roast cold air, charcoal roast cold air to keep out the cold;
In winter, air-cooled charcoal is baked, and air-cooled charcoal is red through the furnace.