Different kinds of ancient poems and sentences! One or more of each! !

(1) An ancient poem describing spring, Long song, a Han Yuefu, is a poem by Budeli in Yangchun, and everything is brilliant. In the Tang Dynasty, He's "Singing Willow" was decorated with jasper, which was as high as a tree, with ten thousand green threads hanging down. I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Tang Hanyu presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department in early spring. The sky was crisp with rain and the grass was far and near. The most important advantage is that a year's plan lies in spring, which is better than a willow. Tang Hanyu, the capital of Chun Xue, has no youth in the New Year, and grass buds appear in early February. Snow is too late for spring, so wear garden trees to make flying flowers. Stone "Two Scenes in the Late Spring River" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and Chunjiang is a duck prophet. (2) an ancient poem describing summer Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "About" It rains in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp. In the early Song Dynasty, the quatrains in summer have turned red and purple, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon" The bright moon surprises magpies, 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. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is 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. (3) The autumn poem, an ancient poem describing autumn, starts with autumn wind, the plants turn yellow, and the geese return to the south. The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is like frost. Don Wang Bo's Preface to Farewell in Autumn Knee Palace: The sunset is the same as the lonely, autumn water and the sky. Tang Wang Ji's wild trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains are only bright. Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Minister of Xuanzhou Village" Autumn geese are accompanied by the wind, and I look at each other in this village and drink my wine. In August, the wind roared and my hair rolled up. Two autumn poems in Yuxi, Liu Tang: The mountains and rivers are clear and the frost comes at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Don Tu Mu's "Autumn Night" red candle, Qiu Guang painted a cold screen, and the small fan fluttered against the fireflies. (4), ancient poems describing winter and famous sentences describing winter Xie Jin Daoyun's "Poetry on Snow" is like snow, which can draw the difference between salt and gas, but catkins are not due to the wind. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan has a green vine path and a sunny snow peak. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, blowing down Xuanyuantai. In Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue, there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. When Liu Feihua entered the room, she was sitting watching Wang Anshi's poem Plum Blossom, in which the bamboo turned into lovely branches and hanling opened it alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Li Bai's "Antique" is a secluded garden, and the vegetation is completely destroyed. Although the sun shines brightly in spring, I feel sorry for the crisp moon in autumn. First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance? Du Mu's "Topic of Hsinchu" has several beautiful stems, and the smoke is green in the evening. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to get eight curtain clouds. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? The Tang Dynasty's "Nianju" stayed in Qiu Lai on September 8, and I will kill the flowers after the flowers bloom. Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums. Lin Hejing, Xiaomei, a mountain city garden, is full of amorous feelings. "Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms. Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for golden plum bottles on sandalwood. There are some plums in the corner of Wang Anshi's house, and hanling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road. Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei, Li Shangyin, settled in Tianya, and she didn't want to let things happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely. Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken. Who is the morning show for? Don't keep the old days. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" has been shocked and cold, and the window is bright. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.