春,曙为最。逐渐转白的山顶,开始稍露光明,泛紫的细云轻飘其上。夏则夜。有月的时候自不待言,无月的暗夜,也有群萤交飞。若是下场雨什么的,那就更有情味了。秋则黄昏。夕日照耀,近映山际,乌鸦返巢,三只、四只、两只地飞过,平添感伤。又有时见雁影小小,列队飞过 Spring, dawn for the most. Gradually turn to the top of the hill, began to show the light, purple light cloud floating on it. Summer is the night. There are months to go without saying, moonless night, there are groups of fireflies to fly. If the rain or something, then it is more loving. Autumn is the evening. Sunset shine, near the mountainside, the crows return to the nest, three, four, two flew over, adding sentimentalism. Yan Ying sometimes see a small fleet