Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang
Returning to the Spring Stone Kingdom, the sun and the moon are flowing.
The air is heavy and deep in summer, and it is everywhere in spring.
The poor song is dark, and the light drink wins the red skirt.
A string of sounds is good, and the human wind is relieved.
Worship Taiyi Palace in the long summer.
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Along with Bai Sensen, crimson clouds blow, and the wind rustles and moves the clouds.
The forest is covered with elm mats, and the golden cups are burned with green cinnamon paste.
Ten lines of the secret book are opened for phoenix inspection, and three candles in Hui Ling are placed in neon.
The fragrance floats and sings empty, and the Beidou withered moon hall is high.
The long summer in the mountains is the best.
Year: Ming Author: Cai Runan
A bottle opens the first summer and flies alone.
I still smell birds in seclusion and haven't changed my clothes.
Combine the shade of green Sophora japonica and fertilize the seedlings with fragrant rice.
At the end of the day, the silkworm room was sparsely visited.
Long summer prequel out of the canyon
Year: Ming Author: Cai Runan
There are hooks in the clouds of the Shu River, and several flowers and trees are thick.
Come every summer without changing clothes, and sail every spring.
A long summer.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Youzhi
At four o'clock, the weather urged each other and the wind brought summer heat overnight.
Steamed wheat grows in acres and days, and the garden rain ripens yellow plum.
Ti Ying's spring has gone to sorrow, and recent love has gone back several times.
Sleeping in the south window, thinking tired, watching Huaiyin full pavilion.
A long summer.
Year: Song Author: Xue Cheng
Gradually, the scenery was embarrassing, and Xu saw the trees with strong colors.
Silkworm Protestantism Weaving Qi, Sable, we don't talk about fur.
Cool and smoky, you can swim in the lotus.
In the field reading room, new bamboo shoots are being smoked.
Late summer after Dingqing Caotang
Year: Ming Author: Zhang Mao
On the river, willows droop, and every time it is warm in bloom in spring.
The rain moss erodes the piano wall, and the water frog gives birth to Xiyan Lake.
The wind is blowing, the sails are blowing, and the lonely birds are late.
No one can explain what's on your mind, but you can only know under the window.
There was a poem the day before the long summer.
Year: Ming Author: Yang Ji
Getting old, green and cloudy, homeless and afraid of cuckoo.
Dongfeng has tonight, Fangcao will be next year.
After the silkworm ripens the new silk, the tea and wine are not ripe.
Everyone hates Nanpu and talks about sleeping in the north window.
Liu bangyan summer resort.
Year: Ming Author: Shen Zhou
Dongzhuang Road is not real at first glance. There is a bridge connecting the city, but there are no neighbors.
The poor borrow the painting hall and spend all their money looking for bamboo owners.
Bad notes are constantly emerging, and even cherry buds are sent to spring.
Goodbye, when you are old, you will pay in full and tour slowly.