The 24 solar terms I have spent.

The first snow melts, Chu is young, and a small furnace and a new fire are playing chess.

Huo Xin shixincha

Between Shan Ye and beginning of spring, the grass reflects the Ming Xia.

At the vernal equinox, bamboo began to sprout.

The Qingming cold food swallow is coming again.

Huayang city fell.

Wake up to tea, Grain Rain drunk to enjoy flowers.

Magnolia is just right in February, and peach flies in March.

It's raining in April, and the demon makes ten miles.

The long summer is coming, and the spring is getting old.

From then on, pen and ink are all summer.

In May, willows are blooming and six-eyed crape myrtle is gorgeous.

In July, by the waterside pavilion, the lotus smiled.

In midsummer, heaven and earth are far away, splashing ink between mountains and rivers.

Summer is hot, continue a bowl of green tea.

There are many osmanthus in Bailu, and Polygonum flowers are everywhere in autumn equinox.

The first frost chrysanthemum is pitiful, and it is unfamiliar every year.

Beginning of winter arrived, the moonlight was cold, and the flowers were gone.

Take a look at the snow scene.

A light snow plantain appears at first, and a heavy snow wax repents at first.

The daffodils are gentle and fragrant from winter to the sun.

West wind to snow window, wax eight fragrant porridge.

Another year of ups and downs.

I missed the dawn and dropped my pen.

There are too many idle worries in the four seasons, and a pot of turbid wine is at large.

Laughing and hating, forgetting all the fame and fortune.

Seven points sad, three points indifferent.

Pay flute and flute in the morning.