Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Summer: Yang Wanxiao went out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang off.

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Autumn: a trip to Mutu Mountain

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Winter: Liu Zongyuan's Winter Snow

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone.

Write a poem about snow

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Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

Liu, a person

The spring breeze is full of snow, floating around and everywhere.

You look like a flower, but it's in the east of Los Angeles.

< Jiang Xue > Liu Zongyuan

Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints;

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

water

Stork tower

Wang Zhihuan

The mountains covered the white sun,

The ocean drained the golden river.

But you expanded your horizons by 300 miles,

Walk up a flight of stairs.

rain

Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Xiao sees the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy.

wind

Liangzhou song

Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.

Wan Ren is an isolated city.

Why should a strong brother complain about willow?

The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

Quatrain

The poet's south

A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,

This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,

Blowing your face is not cold.