Poetry related to summer: "I can see the cane and bamboo in the shadow, and the fragrance of the pond is smelling the lotus root"
Poetry related to summer: "I can see the cane and bamboo in the shadow, and the fragrance of the pond is smelling the lotus root"
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Xie Que’s begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better for those who are trapped.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
The remaining summer heat in the small pond has receded, and the tall trees have returned early in the cold.
Summer insects are also silent for plague, silence is Cambridge tonight!
The pines, wind and streams are mixed with clear sounds, and the empty mountains are like playing a harp.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower indicates the remnant of spring.
Lazily swinging a white feather fan, naked in the green forest.
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
You can see rattan and bamboo in the shadow of the stream, and smell the lotus in the pond.
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, and plum blossoms and floating melons are cool with ice and snow.
The sound of the wind shook the mountains and turned over the roaring waves, and the raindrops flew into the air and fired powerful crossbows.
The old orioles and young ones are blown by the wind, the plum blossoms are fattened by the rain, and the trees are round and round in the afternoon shade.
The fragrant rice flowers say abundance, and the sound of frogs is heard.
The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn.