beginning of spring: "beginning of spring on the 7th day of the first month in Beijing" Tang Luo Yin

1234567, every tree is born today. In the distant sky, geese fly away, and fish swim near the water and ice out.

Rain: Spring Rain Tang Li Shangyin

I am lying in a white-lined coat while the spring approaches, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.

It's a long way to go, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.

Stunned: "Tian Jia" Song Mei Yaochen

Last night, it was written by spring thunder, and the lotus hoed the south. Apricot blossoms will be waiting, and farming is not late.

Silkworm girls should think for themselves, and the shepherd boy will follow me. Tanaka meets his father, and his staff is lonely.

vernal equinox: "The Spring Equinox Banquets with the Gentlemen to Be a 34-year-old Langzhong" Tang Wu Yuanheng

A distinguished guest at a banquet in the South, making friends as old as friends. The moon is ashamed of the red candle and tears, and the flowers smile at the bald man.

Bao-se is always complaining, and Qiong-zhi won't let spring go. I smell songs at midnight, and Li Yan is wearing new makeup.

Qingming: A Spring Rain in Lin 'an

The world has been as thin as gauze for years. Who makes riders in Beijing? Live in the small building listen to the spring rain Pattering, early in the morning will hear the alley deep in a voice selling apricot.

the short paper is raking in the grass, and the fine milk in the sunny window plays with the tea. Oh, do not sigh that the dust of Kyoto will dirty white clothes, and still in time to return to the mirror of the lake ubac home.

Grain Rain:

Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty was disappointed with the red peony in front of the stage, and only two branches were left late. I suppose that all the flowers should be blown away tomorrow morning when the wind blows, and at night I have a pity for these feeble but red flowers, and take a torch to see the peonies.

long summer:

Song Sima Guang

April is clear and the rain is clear, and Nanshan is a clear place to live. There is no willow Catkin in the wind, only the sunflower is open to the sun.

Xiao Man: Song Ouyang Xiu's "Four Seasons in the Pastoral Music in Spring and Summer II"

The southerly wind blows a hundred herbs, and the vegetation is deep and the hut is small. At the beginning of the wheat ear, the child is charming, and the mulberry leaves are full of fat and food.

Old people like to be old and mature, and it's a good time to pay for their wives. In the wild hall, the pear sings in the evening, and the pomegranate in the sea sings in the mountains.

I know who the Tian family is happy to know, but it's not too early for me to return. When I am strong, I am old.

Miscanthus species: "Time Rain" Song Lu You

Time rain and Miscanthus species, all four fields are planted. Every family's wheat and rice are beautiful, and the songs are long everywhere.

Summer Solstice:

Tang Bai Juyi remembers his days in Suzhou and is always familiar with the summer Solstice. The rice dumplings are fragrant and tender, and the crispy goose is fresh.

there are many pavilions in the water country, and the orchestras are closed. Every family has wine, and there is no place to cross the boat.

I'm in front of you. This village is old, and the east looks the same.

it's autumn in Luoxia and rainy in Jiangnan. It has been thirteen years since Qiyun went upstairs.

A little summer: Happy Summer, Pang Zhu

A little summer is not enough to be feared, and living deep is like retreating from Tibet. Young slaves are recommended as pillows, and yellow milk is also promoted to the church.

birds are singing in the shade, and the rain is fragrant with lotus leaves. It's cool in the evening, and you can walk to the west wing.

Great Summer: Song Yang Wanli saw Lin Zifang at dawn in Jingci Temple

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaf in the next day is not to be green, the lotus is particularly bright red in the sun.

beginning of autumn:

Tang Liyi, who visited the mirror the day before in beginning of autumn, lived his life in the mirror. Only the temples will be covered with snow, and tomorrow will be the autumn wind.

in the summer:

Tang Bai Juyi, a book about Qujiang in Early Autumn, left the summer without clouds, and the cool wind curled up. Autumn on the pool comes again, and the lotus flower closes into a child.

the Millennium: remembering my brothers on a moonlight night

a wanderer hears drums portending battle, a wild goose sounds in autumn. Dew changes to frost since tonight, how much brighter the moonlight is at home!

o my brothers, lost and scattered, what is life to me without you?. Letters to Luoyang city often cannot be sent to, and the war is often not stopped.

autumnal equinox: "Two Poems of Autumn, Part I" Tang Liu Yuxi

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. A crane in the clear sky rows clouds, which brings poetry to the blue night.

Cold Dew: A Night Farewell to Hu Xing 'an

In the Southern Dynasties, Liang Hexun lived in a pedestrian bank and changed to a poet, while the guest temporarily took a boat. Reading this smile is divided into two places.

dew wet cold pond grass, the moon reflects the clear Huai stream. Fang embraces the new and hates, and stays alone in the autumn of the old country.

first frost: "Village Night" Tang Bai Juyi

Frost grass and grey insects are cut, and people in the south village go north. Looking at Noda from the front door alone, the moon is bright and buckwheat flowers are like snow.

beginning of winter: Nineteen Ancient Poems: Cold in Meng Dong

Cold in Meng Dong, why is the north wind miserable? Full of melancholy, night is more long, looking up at the stars listed in the sky.

the moon is full on March 5th, but the toad and rabbit are short on April 5th. There are guests coming from far, bringing me a letter.

it's a long time to say goodbye. The letter in the bosom of the sleeve, has been three years of writing still indelible.

I'm so obsessed with trifles that I'm afraid you won't notice.

Xiaoxue: "Xiaoxue" Tang Dai Shulun

Flowers and snows are never tired of seeing in the wind, and more are willing to lose the forest. The sad man is under the book window, and a cold is flying.

heavy snow: a suggestion to my friend liu Tang Bai Juyi

there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. It's raining late, what about a cup of wine inside??

Winter Solstice: "Winter Solstice Night Thinking Home" Tang Baijuyi

Every winter solstice in Handan Post, I am accompanied by a knee-hugging lamp. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

slight cold: "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden" Lin Bu in the Song Dynasty

All the fragrant people shake off their unique beauty and occupy the small garden. "Dappled shadows hang aslant over the clear shallow water, in the evening of moonlight their fragrances peacefully expand."

The frost birds steal their eyes before they want to go down, but the pink butterfly dies when they know it. Fortunately, there are micro-songs that can be compared, and there is no need for sandalwood * * * gold bottles.

Great Cold: "Bitter Cold" Tang Meng Jiao

The sky is pale in Joan Hinton, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracks, and there is cold light in a short day.

if you knock a stone, you can't catch fire. What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It's frozen into this chapter.

wash your hands and clean your nails, and do the mud in your shoes.