1, the bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -From Xin Qiji's Huangsha Road Night on Xijiang Moon in the Song Dynasty
The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. -from Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang" Tang Xin.
3. Liu is quiet and sleepy, and people who sleep during the day are quiet and windy. Sweat thin shirt is cool, cool shirt is thin sweat. -Excerpted from Song Su Shi's Bodhisattva Manhui Wenxia funeral march.
4. Green locust, sorghum, swallows and new cicadas. The wind began to enter the strings. The blue screen window is full of smoke. -Excerpted from Su Shi's Ruan Langgui Early Summer Song.
5. Under the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind gathers the lotus fragrance in the pool. -From Song Qin Guan's "Cool"
6, the monk's family is cool and the bamboo tree is new, and a rain washes the dust. The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate. -Shi Jianwu, "After the Summer Rain, Holland is Green"
7. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again. -Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing"
8. The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams. -Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang" Tang Xin