In June, lotus flowers filled the lake.
The red and green fans reflected the clear waves.
Mulan boat is like a girl selling flowers.
Lotus house, love many children.
Xiuzhu village
Grandma in the country,
My family lives by the river.
I only smell cuckoo when I go out.
There are paths in the forest.
The green bamboo garden behind the house,
The buttonwood tree in front of the house.
My cousin took my hand,
Catch fish by the river.
A midsummer night in Taoyuan
Adults shake the cattail leaf fan,
Children catch dragonflies.
Cicada sing freely in that tree,
Whether you listen or not.
Talking about what happened in the world,
Comfortable and relaxed.
Lay down with hemp fiber,
Count the stars in the sky.
Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.
The crimson snow is bright red and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold.
Gao Ming has a new song, and Fang Wei once recommended a senior official.
Five Blessingg frost is still there, and several oblique overlying rocks are dry.
Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.
In June, before the grain came out, the government repaired the warehouse.
Dark clouds turn over ink and fail to cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.
The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow moves good wind.
On the third night in Yue Wei, the new cicada made its first sound.
I was worried about the north at first, and then I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.