Song Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, the clear sky and the subsequent rain on the drinking lake are good only when the water is shining and clear, but the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange. If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, it is always better to put on heavy makeup and light makeup. On June 27th, Su Shi of the Song Dynasty was drunk in Wanghu Tower. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky. Partridge Sky, Su Shi's forest in the Song Dynasty, broken mountains, bright bamboos and hidden walls, a small pond with cicadas and decaying grass. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant. Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned towards the setting sun. It rained at three o'clock last night, and it was cool all day long. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. The small pond is surrounded by thousands of miles of springs, silently cherishing the trickling water. The shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. Summer night chases the coolness of Song Yang. The night heat is still the same as the afternoon heat. The moon is bright when the door is opened. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind. When I wake up in early summer, the plum blossoms of the Song Dynasty are dripping with acid and splashing on my teeth, and the plantains are green and covered with window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. At four o'clock, there was a lot of pastoral activity (it was during the day, plowing at night, and raising hemp at night). In the Song Dynasty, Fan Cheng went out in the daytime to work in the fields and at night, he was raising hemp. The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree. At four o'clock, the countryside flourishes. During the Song Dynasty, the plum blossoms are golden and the apricots are fat. The wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflowers are sparse. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. The wind in Quyuan is clear and the lotus flowers are full of fragrance in June. The red clothes and green fans reflect the clear waves. The Mulan boat is like a flower girl, picking lotus flowers and having many loving children. In summer, in the Huai Xin Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night. The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-clear and overcast. The east garden contains wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked. In the summer of Liuyan Song Dynasty, the river swells and the breeze blows on your face, and the moon sets and the sky is filled with stars. Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain. The quatrains of early summer in Song Dynasty and Lu You's poems are red and purple and have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is making summer new. There are endless thorns and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace. Living in seclusion in the early summer of the Song Dynasty, Lu visited the scenic spots of lakes and mountains and put Weng's family there. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, and there are frogs singing everywhere in the deep grass. The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen has begun to bloom its first flower. Sighing, old friends come and go, who will drink tea in the afternoon when I am sleeping? "Water Margin" Shi Naian's red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields of rice are half withered. The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans. I saw a shepherd boy named Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty riding an ox, and his singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth closed. In midsummer in Fanxun County of the Tang Dynasty, in the south of the Yangtze River, it rained like a river. Lu oranges hang down with golden bullets, and sweet bananas sprout white lotuses. Meng Xia Tang Jia Meng Xia Jiangnan, loving bamboo shoots. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra. Xia Jingming and Zhu Zhanji Jingyu first passed, the air was refreshing and clear, and the jade waves rippled and the bridge was flat. The little swallows that wear the curtain are both good, and the gulls that are floating in the water are all light. During the summer rain, Pei Du climbed up the stairs to escape the midsummer, and everything was covered in dust. Opposite there is a thunder tree, taking advantage of the rain in the street. The eaves are sparse, the spider webs are heavy, and the ground is wet and the mud is fresh. After chanting, the breeze rises, and the fragrance of lotus fills the surrounding area. In the summer mood of Song Dynasty, Su Shunqin's courtyard is deep and clear in summer, with pomegranates blooming all over the curtain. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust trees, and the mist is thin and the wind is not uniform. Mo Dao always feels melancholy when he hears it. Some people are worried about others, but others are not worried about others. Summer Pavilion in Tang Dynasty] The high parallel green trees are densely shaded in summer, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense. In the first summer, Song and Qin, the festivals of things urged each other to renew themselves, and the infatuated children retained the spring. There is no need to hate Fang Fei when she is gone, Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant. Enjoying the coolness, Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty came to pursue the coolness outside the willow tree with his husband, and leaned on the Hu bed on the south side of the painted bridge. The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant. In the beginning of summer, the South Garden is nostalgic for Tang Dynasty and Wei Yingwu. In the first summer, the clouds and things change, and the vegetation grows thick after the rain. The lotus in the pond is just touching the water, and the flowers in the forest have already swept the garden. The butterflies are still in chaos, and the birds in the pavilion are still noisy. Regarding this, the remaining fragrant moon is recalled in the Han Mausoleum. In summer, in the Huai Xin Pavilion of the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran's mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night. In the early summer of the guest period, Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty had clear and clear rain in April, and the weather in Nanshan became clear. There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun. In early summer, Zhu Shuzhen's bamboos from the Song Dynasty shook their clear shadows and covered the quiet windows, and birds made noisy noises at sunset. Thank you, the begonias have all flown away, and the weather is getting better for those who are trapped. Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty in Tianjia, Weichuan, slants the light on the village, and the cattle and sheep return to the poor alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, and the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness. Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road Song Xin Qiji The bright moon leaves the branches startled by magpies, and cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. In the late Qing Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived deep in Foujia City, and the spring was gone and the summer was still clear. God's will is to pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night. And add high pavilions and small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns. In the early summer of the Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's water accumulated in the spring pond, and in the late summer, the trees on the pond grew thicker. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages. Quiet music blows on the bed mat, and fragrance opens the wine cellar door. When I have nothing to do, I play with my little grandson. Watching the harvesting of wheat in Tang Dynasty, Bai Juyi's Tian family has a few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long. There is also a poor woman with a baby on her back. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked this up to satisfy their hunger. What merit do I have now? I have never been engaged in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it. Quatrains by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The country is beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant, and the flowers and grass are fragrant. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
In the summer night, I lamented that Du Fu of Tang Dynasty will never let the sun fall, and the scorching heat poisons my intestines. The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes. The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads the light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying. Things are not big or small, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years. How can we wash each other's hands and look at each other with heat? There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions. Although the body is blue and purple, it is better to return home early. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying. The condition is irritated and tired, and it is good to have intense thoughts. During the Song Dynasty, in the middle of Sanqu Road, the plum blossoms were yellow and the sun was shining brightly. The green shade does not slow down the journey, and the four or five oriole calls are added. In the summer, I sent a letter to my Taoist friend Tang Cui Tu Da, who retired from Kuang State and started farming. In the final stage, the road came to Xiyi, but he was still frightened by the favor and humiliation. When the peak turns, there is no sign of any household, but there is the sound of pheasants flying through the forest. For ten years, I only learned to recite poems, and when I reached the Central Plains, I wanted to build soldiers. In the first summer of Tang Dynasty, Bao Rong lost his youth yesterday, but his beauty is still beautiful in the evening peak. Although there is some residue left, the pulse will prevent worry and decoction. You people cherish the season and feel that the passing of time has passed. In summer in Changxing, I send my neighbors to the south to escape the summer heat. Next to the avenue of Du Muhou's house in Tang Dynasty, there are noisy cicadas and green trees. The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool. Lotus Picking Song by Changling, King of Tang Dynasty, the lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color and the hibiscus is spread out to both sides of the face. You can't see anyone entering the pool, but when you hear the song, you feel someone is coming. Fishing Bay Chu Guangxi fishes in Green Bay in spring, and the apricot blossoms bloom in deep spring. The pond is clear but the water is shallow, and the fish are scattered when the lotus moves. The summer and drought are bitter and hot, and the wind cannot kill the heat. The setting sun flies up the mountain. People are trapped and fear that the rivers and seas will dry up. God will not hesitate to dry up the rivers and rivers.