Love follows the story, and laughter follows the new sound. Unique weeping willows hurt the sunset. -"To Li Guinian"
One-way Canglang Pavilion Road, flowing to Gan Lan, hanging poplars. Show off a thousand strands of goose yellow, fog in the middle of the month. -"butterfly lovers, Alone to Canglang Pavilion"
It's so far, it's estimated that the bus will arrive soon. Outside the thatched cottage, there is a pavilion beside Baiyanggang.
Zi Shui wears the original green, and Niu Shan enters the county green. Journey to the west should be an attempt, and then go through Cangshan. -"The Second Yidu"
When you go out, you will see the crying poplar, but you have not returned to the new one. -"Spring is cherished by Wu Shouzhai, the third son of Shi Gong Yingfeng"
Frosty days, Yang Shuyu looks.
Clouds rushed into Ziyun, and the cunning rabbit and the demon frog sprinkled Dan blood. -"Haidong Qingxing"
1, I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
2. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
3, the first summer is still clear and harmonious, and the grass has no rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
4, the bitter night in midsummer is short, and the opening is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love the long summer. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")
9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10, why do you hate wheatgrass is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
1 1, the wind comes and blows away, and the water under the lake looks like the sky. (June 27, Su Shi's "Drunk Book of Wanghu Building")
12, sour plum splashes teeth, and banana leaves a green screen. (Yang Wanli, "Taking a nap in early summer?" The first one ")
13, the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are different. (Yang Wanli)
14, Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
15, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. (Xin Qiji)
16, rice fragrance says bumper harvest, listen to frogs. (same as above)
17, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's The Guest)
18, the night comes from the south wind, and the wheat is yellow. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
19, the bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool. Don du fu
20. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute. close
2 1, residual clouds receive summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze. Don Cen Can
22. It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue")
23. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the sound of rules is like rain. (April in the Country by Weng Juan)
24. Lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers are different in red. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
25. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. Don
26. The crystal curtains are breezy and the roses are fragrant. (Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer")
27. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
Yang Shuhua with a diameter of 28 or 30 is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are covered with green money. (Du Fu's "Wandering in Queque")
29. The Panasonic Mao Ting is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. (Dai Shulun's "Tezhi Chuanshan Show")
30. I have been dating seagulls in the water since I went to Liang. (Du Fu's "Jiangcun")