What are four ancient poems in spring, summer, autumn and winter?

Author: Gao Pian in Tang Dynasty

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The water curtain shakes and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.

2. Autumn Poetry

Author: Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

Since ancient times, poets have lamented the depression in autumn, but I say autumn is far better than spring. In the clear autumn sky, a crane pushed through the clouds and flew high, leading my poem to the sky.

3. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night

Author: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty

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.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring.

On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone. Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.

4. Jiang Xue

Author: Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

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

On all the mountains, birds are gone, and on all the roads, there are no traces of people. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man in a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.

5, "Spring Complaint"

Author: Tang Liu

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

The sunshine outside the screen window faded, and dusk gradually came, which locked the house of China people, and no one saw my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, the spring scenery is about to disappear, pear flower falls is everywhere, and the door is ruthlessly closed.