2, the bitter night in midsummer is short, and the opening is cool. Du Fu's Summer Sigh
3. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat. "Hot" in Dai Fugu
I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is very long. Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
5. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love the long summer. Li Ang's summer couplets
Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. Fan Chengda's Xi Qing.
7. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. Dufujiang village
8. Early summer is still clear and harmonious, and the grass has not rested. Xie Lingyun's "Swim Redstone into the Sea of Navigation"
9. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to the County"
10, why do you hate wheatgrass is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. Qin Guan's Dark Days in March
1 1, snow-covered Hanzhu, wind-rolled Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Li Deyu's "Snowy Morning"
12, the depth of compassion is in the shear wave, and a song is gathered together. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Xu Hun's West Wing in the Morning
13, Guanshan Lingdankai, slate road is dust-free. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. Wang Bo's "Morning Degree"
14, 10,000 tiles at night dawn, double eaves and evening mist. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. Yu Shinan's Early Morning
15, go to Beilin in the morning, and open the chest in Xiaosan. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Zhang Jiuling's "Morning Out of the Forest County"
It suddenly snowed in Lin Ting, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling's Snow in the Early Spring Morning