The first summer is still peaceful, and the fragrant grass has not stopped
——Xie Lingyun's "Traveling from Chishi into the Sailing Sea"
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon gradually fades over the pond. Go east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
——Meng Haoran's "The South Pavilion in Summer"
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness.
——Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh"
The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring.
——Wei Yingwu’s “Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe”
The remaining summer cicadas are gone, and the new autumn geese are coming
——Bai Juyi’s “Banquet”
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.
——Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
The summer is long in the shade with green trees, the balcony is reflected in the pond, the water essence curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard are full of fragrance. .
——(Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion")
Bringing my husband to pursue the willows outside, I drew the bridge and leaned on the Hu bed on the south bank. The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
——(Qin Guan's "Enjoying the Coolness")
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, and the path of the wild field is sloping in the shade of the locust tree. Sometimes I watch herons when the water is full, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass. The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still blooming. Sighing, old friends come and go, who will come to sleep and drink tea in the afternoon.
——(Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer")
The night heat is still the same as the afternoon heat, and the moon is bright when I open the door. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind.
——(Yang Wanli "Chasing the Cold on a Summer Night")