Write two songs in summer and two songs in winter.

Summer: 1, summer is in Nanting Sixin, Haoran, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. 2, "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" Tang is on a country road under the setting sun, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Pheasant [sentence] wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworm moths are sleeping, peeling mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . 3, "Xijiang Moon Walks Huangsha Road" Song Xin Qi Ji Mingyue is not surprised, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 4. "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. 5, "Watching Wheat" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day. Winter: 1, a song of white snow to bid farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guijia, Tang Censhen, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. 2, "The Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow" Liu Tang Changqing is far away from Cangshan at dusk, and the cold is white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. 3, "Looking at the end of the South Snow Peak" Tang, looking at the end of the south, white clouds. 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. 4, "Jiang Xue" Liu Tang Zongyuan Baishan has no birds and no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. 5, "A suggestion for a friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi "The old bottle has a line of green, and the static furnace has a little red". It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .