Writing poems in spring, summer, autumn and winter is mainly beautiful

Original Four Seasons Poems and Paintings I hope the landlord can read poems and see the picture Spring willow dance swallow mud Summer rain fish jumped over the flower embankment Autumn acacia red bean tears Winter night stars are full of chess.

Seasons.

Look at the clusters of beautiful flowers, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, spring

Pomegranate flowers, tulips, impatiens...

The river is tinkling, and the fish are playing.

Look, the sun is shining, a breeze blows, petals fall from the sky, like a dancing butterfly, Mr. Zhi sings, it is a lullaby of the countryman.

Look, the orchard is wafting with the smell of fruit, including apples, pears, dragon fruit, etc

Persimmons, grapefruits, oranges...

In a rice field in the distance.

Inada smiled and bent over.

Look, the snowflakes are fluttering.

Falling from the sky, the crystal snowflakes spread on the ground like a white carpet, and the north wind was whispering, who knew what they were talking about?

Spring, summer, autumn and winter (self-composed poems).

The spring breeze is soft, the blazing sun is hot, the autumn wind is whistling, the snow is falling, and the butterflies are flyingSun cover square,The leaves are falling. The house is white.

Hundreds of flowers compete for beauty, the shade of the tree is cool, a full autumn back to the pond, plum is everywhere, a willow is green on both sides. Cicadas chirp and scream. Ball chrysanthemum is more fragrant. The fragrance wafts through thousands of homes.

Seasons. I always miss you.

The footsteps of parting are in a hurry.

I'm willing to wait. The joy of reunion.

There is no harvest of appointments.

Now or in the future.

Wind, rain, snow and frost. I have always accepted you.

The time to get together comes slowly.

I'm willing to let it. Thoughts bloom.

Fragrance of the inner feeling.

Pain and pleasure.

Excerpt from Arctic Jun's poetry collection "Beyond Time".

It was all written and sent as it went, and there was no title at the time. I will make up for it on an interim basis.

Spring has no roots behind the mountain, and Baojing tea in front of the lake.

Spring sleep peach and plum Yan, wake up a flower.

This is a song that rises and falls, and the five uniques of the "six hemp" part of the water rhyme. It was probably written one afternoon in spring when I was drinking tea with friends at the foot of Meixi Lake and Taohualing. The water of making tea is to take the mountain spring water of Yuelu Hou, the spring rain has been sunny for a few days, the mountain spring has risen sharply because of the rain, generally take the mountain spring to make tea, call it "rootless water".

Baojing tea is the well-known Baojing ** tea.

In summer, the sun is scorching, the wind is chaotic, and the light is lined with plain heart.

Who falls on the chessboard, and Peach Leaf listens to the piano.

This is a song that rises and falls, and the five uniques of the "Twelve Invasions" part of the water rhyme. In the scorching sun deep in the mountains, visit the small courtyard in the mountains. There is a guzheng performance, and kiwi leaves cover the poolside promenade, bringing a touch of coolness. The stone table and stone bench, the chessboard is no one to play, and it is not pleasant to sit quietly and listen to the piano.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Throughout. One year, there are four siblings in spring, summer, autumn and winter who take turns on duty.

At first, Sister Spring came, and she put on a new dress for the earth. The big trees spit out tender green shoots, on the grassland, the grass slowly pulls its little heads from the ground, and the frogs jump out of the river, and sit on the beautiful, comfortable lotus leaves and start singing! Peach Blossom likes to dress up the most, and it has many different hairpins on its head.

The budding flowers were squinting and looking out. Spring is like a cute doll, how beautiful.

Spring is gone with the falling flowers. The green leaves dressed in summer are dancing in the warm breeze. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Brother Xia is here, and he brings a big fireball to the big trees and grass.

The cicadas kept screaming in the trees that the heat was dead, the heat was dead! Suddenly, the weather gradually darkened, and there were several rumbling noises in the distance, it turned out that it was going to rain, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and it fell on Tuli, and the earth was wet. Eventually, the rain stopped and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

Brother Xia jumped up and ran to chase Sister Chun. Sister Qiu walked slowly. Her arrival was a new sight for all. The earth was draped in a rhubarb robe by Sister Qiu. A gust of wind blew, and the yellowed leaves fell to the ground like butterflies.

The weather is getting colder, and Brother Winter comes with a cold north wind. The whole land was turned into a silver world by Brother Dong.

What a charm the seasons of the year!

The verses that describe spring are:

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Xia's verses are:

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the sunshine.

The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly had already stood on its head.

After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

Autumn's verses are:

The vine old tree is faint and crow, the small bridge and flowing water, and the ancient road west wind and thin horse.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world.

The wind is urgent, the sky is high, the ape is howling, and the white bird flies back.

Boundless falling trees and Xiao Xiao, endless Yangtze River rolling.

Winter's verses are:

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

Spring" Junli bridgehead looks at Feiyan, and the willow color and rain are fresh everywhere.

The city can't be closed, and the old people are still blooming.

"Summer" suddenly saw green clouds flying all over the sky.

But in the east of the old wall of the lotus pond, a tree is blooming, and there are also green jujube hidden leaves.

Autumn" and his party hate the autumn wind, looking up at the high clouds like exquisite.

The trees are full of red fruits, but the sorghum is red.

"Winter" autumn thoughts are stacked for the first time in the dream, and the drums are beating tightly to urge the horse.

Flying snow ushered in Jade Guanyin, and the sound of suona blew on the ice.

You are spring, speaking for the rain

You are midsummer, let the insects fly

You are autumn, and it is a wonderful feeling to be high and cool in autumn

You're winter, and there's snow all over the sky

You; It is the four seasons, telling the ...... of reincarnation that has remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years

The apricot blossoms spring rain moistens the south of the Yangtze River, and the Taihu Lake is fragrant and fragrant. The summer makeup is singing willows, and the grape wine lover is dependent. The lotus flowers are colorful and flying, and the chrysanthemums are red and beautiful in autumn. In early winter, a pipa is good, and the sound of the prosper will be silent.

Re:

Miscellaneous songs of the four seasonsSpring rain is as expensive as oilEverything is sought in summerThe autumn wind sweeps away the leavesWinter storage is a good harvest

Six in the textbook of the song of flowers.

I find his poems for spring, summer, autumn and winter interesting.

Seasons. I always miss you.

The footsteps of parting are in a hurry.

I'm willing to wait. The joy of reunion.

There is no harvest of appointments.

Now or in the future.

Wind, rain, snow and frost. I have always accepted you.

The time to get together comes slowly.

I'm willing to let it. Thoughts bloom.

Fragrance of the inner feeling.

Pain and pleasure.

Excerpt from Arctic Jun's poetry collection "Beyond Time".

The poems of spring, summer, autumn and winter are written as follows:

1. Expression: narration, argumentation, description, lyricism. Narrative:

Direct lyricism, Zheng noisy indirect lyricism (including lyricism through scenes, words and aspirations of supporting things, allegorical reasoning, etc.) description: combination of movement and static, combination of virtual and real, combination of point and surface eggplant residue, combination of light and dark, combination of front and side, broad brush outline, white stroke, music scene writing mourning, mourning scene writing music, etc.

2. Rhetorical devices: metaphor, personification (analogy), exaggeration, contrast, duality, borrowing, puns, allusions, rhetorical questions, questions, repetitions, intertextuality, synaesthesia, etc.

3. Expression techniques: direct expression of the chest, lyricism through the scene, symbolism, foil (positive lining, reverse lining), borrowing from the past and the present (diction), virtual and real coexistence, first suppressing and then rising, using movement to set off static, imagination, rendering, contrast, etc.

Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter

1. Spring. The colors of spring are colorful, on the hillsides, beside the big trees: the grass pokes its head out of the dirt; Everywhere is full of purple and red flowers, blooming with the beauty of warm spring.

2. Summer. The color of summer is green, by the small pool, on the big tree: the lotus pokes its head out of the small pool, like a hibiscus out of the water; The big tree kept singing, singing the joy of the hot summer.

3. Autumn. The colors of autumn are golden, in the fields, on the fruit trees: rice, sorghum are red; The fruit trees are swaying the fruits of the branches, swaying the golden autumn harvest.

4. Winter. The color of winter is white, on the eaves, on the branches of the trees; The eaves were covered with a thick blanket; Layers of snow are piled up on the branches, piling up the beauty of winter.

In spring, the green is like a blanket, and the poem is a long-lost freshness when the greenery is all over the field; Listening to the rain in summer, the sound of the rain is dripping, and the poem is a trace of illusory haze under a thousand wisps of color; Looking at the flowers in autumn, the flowers and leaves shine together, and the poem is the endless chic in the breeze of red leaves; Watching the snow in winter, the snow is Lanshan, and the poem is the stunning whiteness of the Yutian Qiong House. Good poetry is like the four seasons, and the years are different.

People love spring, love her wind and sunshine, love her flowers and willow green, and love her rain and erection of all things. As the saying goes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", which shows how much people are looking forward to the arrival of spring rain! "The sunrise river flowers are red, and the river is as green as blue in spring", chanting this popular verse, who is not proud of the colorful Yu Chong Na face in the north and south of the river in spring!

I love spring alone!