Spring planting, summer hoeing, autumn harvest, winter hiding, the ancient people's perception of the season, keen and delicate.
Spring: Shuqi yellow birds, sunny light turned green apples; summer: lotus wind sends aroma, bamboo dew drops clear; autumn: dew from tonight white, the moon is hometown Ming; winter: the end of the south Yin Ridge show, snow floating clouds.
28 festival poems, taking you to appreciate the beauty of words, paintings and rhymes in ancient poems.
spring
Spring
And Jinling Lu Cheng early spring tour
Don Du trial
Unique eunuch tourists, partial shock phenology new.
Yunxia out of the sea dawn, Mei Liu crossed the river in spring.
Lady's breath promotes yellow birds, and the clear light turns to green apples.
Overhearing the ancient tune of the song, I want to dip the towel.
Beginning with "partial shock" and ending with "dipping towel", let the willow of spring and the love of homesickness be entangled together, endlessly.
Lantern Festival
New Year's 15th Night
Don Sue taste
The fire tree and silver blossoms, the star bridge iron lock open.
Dark dust goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one.
The wandering tricks are all plums, and the songs are all plums.
Kingo couldn't help but be at night, and the jade leaked uncontrollably.
On the night of the First Yuan, under the illumination of the lights, the trees are like fire trees, and the lights are like silver flowers.
Shangwei Festival
Long line of two songs · one
Don Lee Bai
Concubine hair first covers the forehead, folding flowers in front of the door drama.
Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to get green plums.
Cohabitation long dry, two small no suspicion,
Fourteen is a royal wife, and her shame has not been opened.
Bow your head to the dark wall, a thousand calls do not return.
Fifteen began to raise their eyebrows, willing to be the same dust and ashes.
Always hold the pillar of faith, and go to the Wangfutai.
Sixteen Juns traveled far away, and Qu Tang was in a pile.
May is untouchable, and the apes are mourning in the sky.
Late walking in front of the door, a lifetime of green moss.
The moss is deep and cannot be swept, and the leaves fall early in autumn.
In August, the butterflies come, and the double flying West Garden grass.
Feeling this sad concubine's heart, sitting sad and red-faced old.
Morning and evening down the three buses, pre-will book the home.
Greet each other for a long time, until the long wind and sand.
Although it is the fireworks life of the children of the merchants, there is no trace of fireworks, a piece of innocence, and a stream of flowers.
Rain, sting
Spring nights are rainy
Don Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening.
Dive into the night with the wind, and the moisturizer is silent.
The wild trails are dark and the river boats are alone.
Xiao looked at the red wet place, and the flowers were heavy in the official city.
Starting from a spring rain, ending in a spring flower, a spring city, delicate and soft and meteorological.
equinox
Golden robes
Don Du Qiu Niang
Advise the king not to spare the golden robe, and advise the king to spare the youth.
The flowers can be folded straight and folded, and there is no need to fold the branches without flowers.
A good time is a common emotion, and it is precisely because of what people share that it can blur all differences and touch the hearts of all people.
clear and bright
Cold food
Don Han Hong
Spring City is full of flowers, cold food east wind royal willow oblique.
Candles were passed down at the Han Palace, and light smoke spread into the Wuhou family.
With a beautiful pen, write Chengping weather.
Valley rain
The Bonghe Sacred System from Penglai to Xingqingge Road left spring rain in the spring hope of the work should be made
Don Wang Wei
Weishui zi haunts Qin Saiqu, and Huangshan old surrounds the Han Palace obliquely.
Luan Yu came out of the thousand doors of willow, and ge Dao looked back at the Shangyuan flower.
The imperial city of Yunli is double phoenix, and the spring trees in the rain are thousands of homes.
For the sake of taking advantage of the Yang Qi, it is not a matter of playing with the flowers.
In the middle of the pavilion, looking around, you not only see the majestic mountains and rivers, but also see the wind and smoke of history.
summer
LiXia
Summer South Pavilion Huaixin big
Don Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly set in the west, and the pond moon gradually moved east.
Radiate the coolness of the sunset, open and lie idle.
The lotus wind sends the aroma, and the bamboo dew drops clearly.
If you want to play the piano, you hate ignorant music rewards.
Feeling this nostalgic for the past, the dream of the midnight labor.
Mango seeds
Lotus picking song
Don Wang Changling
The lotus dress is cut in one color, and the hibiscus opens to the sides of the face.
I can't see it in the pool, and I feel that someone is coming when I hear the song.
The lotus-picking woman looms in the lotus pond, and if there is none, it is difficult for people to distinguish between flowers and flowers, and flowers are the same kind.
dragon boat festival
Jiang Shangyin
Don Lee Bai
Mulan's Sand Tang Boat, Jade Pipe sits at both ends.
The wine bottle is placed in the middle of the thousands, and the prostitutes go with Bo Ren to stay.
The immortals are waiting to ride the yellow crane, and the seafarer has no intention of following the white gull.
Qu Ping resigned to the hanging sun and moon, and the Chu king Tai Xie empty hills.
Xingyu fell to shake the five mountains, and the poem became a laughing and proud of Cangzhou.
If the fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest.
The whole poem is beautiful. Acura freedom, spurn the rich, spurn the world, emotionally excited, imposing, is Li Bai's famous passage.
Small full
Ji Yu Chuan Zhuang Zuo
Don Wang Wei
The rain and the forest fireworks are late, and the steamed quinoa cooks and cooks the east.
Desert paddy field flying egret, yin yin summer wood yellow oriole.
Yamanaka learns to meditate on the hibiscus, and Matsushita Kiyosai folds the dew aoi.
The wild old man and the people quarreled, and the seagulls were even more suspicious of what happened.
The whole poem is vivid and sincere, and the atmosphere of life is strong, just like a light and elegant ink painting, fresh and clear, the image is clear, showing the poet's leisure and leisure in the mountains and forests and out of the world.
summer solstice
Mountain Pavilion Summer
Don Gao Biao
The green trees are shady and long in summer, and the terraces are reflected into the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses and a courtyard of incense.
The green trees are thick and shady, the reflection of the terrace, the pond water waves, the roses, and the movement is still, a gust of wind comes, the crystal curtain moves, and the garden is full of flowers.
Small summer
After the summer rains, the title is Dutch
Don Shi Wu
The monk's house is cool and bamboo trees are new, and the first rain washes away the dust.
The breeze suddenly blows lotus leaves, and the green jade plate pours mercury.
A breeze blew and blew the lotus leaf, and the water droplets on the lotus leaf rolled down like mercury pouring down from the jade plate.
Hot summer
Xia Huaming
Don Wei Yingwu
The summer strips are green and the vermilion is bright and fresh.
At noon on a hot day, the fire is burning.
The wind is suitable for self-chaos, and the water is restored to Yan.
Return to the window between the words, the screen is full of eyes.
In summer, the branches of the trees are very dense, full of greenery, and the vermilion flowers are dotted on them, which looks more bright and bright.
autumn
Autumn
Mountain residence autumn
Don Wang Wei
After the new rain on the empty mountain, the weather came late in autumn.
Bright moon pine light, clear spring stone upstream.
The bamboo hustle and bustle returned to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moved down the fishing boat.
Feel free to rest in the spring, and Wang Sun can stay for himself.
The bright moon and clear stream in the mountains are pure and pure, and the raccoon girls and fishermen in the mountains are simple and happy.
Tanabata
Tanabata
Don Du Mu
Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light luo small fan fluttering firefly.
The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.
A heart of heart, all in the "sitting and watching the morning glory Weaver Girl", implicitly, intended to be outside the words. Like a green olive, the more you chew, the more flavorful it becomes.
Lu
Moonlit Night Remembers Brother
Don Du Fu
The drum breaks the pedestrian, and the side autumn a goose sounds.
Dew from tonight white, the moon is the hometown of Ming.
There are brothers scattered, homeless to ask life and death.
The letter was not sent for a long time, but the soldiers were not suspended.
At the time of the change of time, it is also the time when the intestines are broken, the white dew arrives, the sky is colder, and the wanderer's heart is more miserable.
autumnal equinox
Title Li Ning Secluded
Don Jay Island
Idle and few neighbors, grass path into the desert garden.
Birds stay in the trees by the pond, and monks knock on the door under the moon.
Crossing the bridge is divided into wild colors, moving stones and moving cloud roots.
For the time being, I still come here, and the quiet period is not worthy.
The poet is partial to the ordinary and tells the realm that people have never said before, the language is simple, and the charm is mellow.
Mid-Autumn Festival
15 nights Mochizuki Yorochu
Don Wang Jian
Atrium white arboreal crow, cold dew silent wet osmanthus flowers.
Tonight the moon is full of people, I don't know whose house autumn thoughts fall?
Qiu Si was like an external thing, like cold dew, like moonlight, spilling down from the sky and falling on someone's head.
Cold dew
Autumn Xing
Don Du Fu
Gyokuro withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia Qi Xiao Sen.
The waves between the rivers and the sky are surging, and the wind and clouds are plugged into the ground.
Cong Ju opened his tears twice, and the lonely boat was in the heart of the old garden.
The cold coat is full of knife rulers, and the White Emperor City is high and urgent.
In the late autumn, under the high city, at dusk, an anvil, a sorrow, boundless, pervaded the Bashan Shu water, but also pervaded the poet's heart.
Chongyang
Remembering the Shandong brothers on September 9
Don Wang Wei
Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives.
The Haruka brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person planted everywhere.
Thinking of my brothers, they must be ascending today, they are planting zhuyi according to the customs of previous years, but suddenly realized that I am missing one person around.
winter
Li Dong
Stuff the next song
Don Lulun
The black geese of the moon flew high and fled alone at night.
To drive the light horse away, the snow is full of bow knives.
A poem that stops abruptly, but the afterglow is lingering and the aftertaste is long.
light snow
Looking at the snow in the south
Don Zu Yong
At the end of the South Yin Ridge Show, the snow floats in the clouds.
The forest shows a bright color, and the city increases the twilight cold.
The snow is clear and the scenery is good, but the city is increasingly cold, and how many cold people have no food or clothing?
heavy snow
North Wind Row
Don Lee Bai
The candle dragon perched the cold door, and the light was still open.
Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the North Wind roared up from the sky.
The snowflakes of Yanshan Mountain were as big as a mat, and the pieces blew down the Xuanyuan Platform.
In December, Youzhou Si woman stopped singing and laughed at the double moth destruction.
Leaning on the door to look at the pedestrians, the Great Wall of the King is bitter and cold.
Don't mention the sword to save the side, and leave this tiger text golden thunderbolt.
There is a pair of white feather arrows, and the spider has a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will not return from this battle.
I could not bear to see this thing, and it was burned to ashes.
The Yellow River is still full of soil, and the north wind and rain and snow are difficult to cut.
Even the yellow river that rolls in the east can be stuffed with a bunch of soil, but this hatred of the young woman's life and death is like a long wind and snow, endless and difficult to eliminate.
winter solstice
Ask Liu Nineteen
Don Bai Juyi
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
There are many winds and snowstorms in life to face, why don't we warm a glass of turbid wine to block the cold, after all, warmth itself is a kind of power.
Little cold
From the military
Don Yang Jiong
The beacon light shone on Xijing, and his heart was uneven.
Yazhang resigned fengque, and the iron rode around the dragon city.
Snow dark flag painting, wind and noise drums.
Ning is a centurion, and Katsu is a scholar.
Isn't it the exciting sound of the Tang Dynasty that makes people feel excited?
Great cold
Zou Ma Chuan Xing sent Feng Dafu out on the Western Expedition
Don Cen Sam
Jun did not see the horse river walking on the snowy seashore, and the flat sand was reckless and yellow into the sky.
The september wind roared in the night, and the rubble of a river was as big as a bucket,
Walk with the wind and stones.
Xiongnu grass yellow horse is fat, Jinshan West see smoke and dust flying,
The Han general Xi went out of the army.
The general's golden armor does not fall off at night, and the army marches in the middle of the night,
The limelight is like a knife face like a cut.
Horse hair with snow sweat steam, five flowers even whirl into ice,
The grass in the curtain is condensed.
The horse should be afraid to hear it, and it is expected that the short soldiers do not dare to pick up,
Coach Master Ximen Xianjie.
The distant border plugs will arouse the endless emotions of poets from the Central Plains, make them stunned, and then activate their most magnificent imagination and the most abundant pride.
Spring Festival
Sub-Northern Gushan
Don Wang Wan
Outside the green mountains of the road, in front of the green water of the boat.
The tide level is wide on both sides, and the wind is hanging in the sails.
Kaiharu Ying old year.
Where is the township book? Return to Yan luoyang.
A proud teenager, a magnificent river, a budding spring.
Time flows, from spring to winter, and from winter to spring, the cycle of the four seasons, it is a new beginning, the flow of years is not there, only cherish, in order to live up to this good time.
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