1. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow. From the translation of "Guan Mao Mao" written by Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty: The south wind blew at night, and the wheat covering the field ridges has matured and turned yellow.
2. The new moon hangs on the treetops, and the dark water hums in the dry marsh. Sometimes I see sparse stars falling on the painted eaves, and the fireflies are small at a few o'clock. From the translation of "Bu Suanzi·Enjoying the Coolness in the Phoenix Pavilion on the Night of May 8th" by Ye Mengde of the Song Dynasty: The crescent moon hangs on the treetops, the undercurrent of the ditch water rumbles in the dry pond, and from time to time I see sparse stars shining on the eaves of the painting. It turned out to be the small figure of Feiying.
3. In May, pomegranate flowers illuminate your eyes, and you can see the seeds emerging among the branches. It comes from "Liu Hua" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty. Translation: The pomegranate flowers are in full bloom in May, and there are already small fruits hanging on the branches.
4. Burn agarwood to relieve the heat. Birds call out for the clear sky, and they peek into the eaves at dawn. On the leaves, the sun rises and the rain falls, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts them one by one. From the translation of "Su Muzhe Burning Agarwood" by Zhou Bangyan in the Song Dynasty: Burning agarwood to eliminate the hot and humid summer heat. Birds chirped for a sunny day, and at dawn I secretly listened to them whispering under the eaves. The emerging sunshine dries the raindrops from last night on the lotus leaves. The lotus flowers on the water surface are clear and round. The breeze blows and the lotus leaves dance in groups.
5. Of all the spring, summer, autumn and winter, May is the most beautiful. The April rain washes the sky in May, and the sky is dust-free and blue. The passionate April leaves and I love May alone. The scorching heat of the moon and the thin red and fat green mountains and rivers are just the right amount of beauty.
6. In May, the willow silk is already long and swaying in the warm wind. I don’t really like to talk about Yangliu Yiyi. I would rather believe that it is a kind of involuntary trembling, a kind of feeling caused by the wind, weak and weak, swaying with the wind.
7. Besides temptation, what else can’t I resist? In May, love begins. The strange spring breeze quietly spread over the river embankment in early summer. I heard that the pomegranate flowers have bloomed, but I am still behind the spring, hurriedly sorting out my thoughts about the past years. Stepping onto the beach in May, who is calling me from beyond the clouds? With the humid voice of summer. In spring, the initial appearance has changed.
8. May brings a wisp of light summer fragrance, condenses into a clear and pure dream, and together with the unique richness of May, flows over the branches with the wind, staying on the other side with you, rich and moist. Memories about to dry.
9. On the day of May, the earth seems to have thrown off its burdens and weight, glowing with youth, vitality, unrestrained and colorful.
10. May, when the flowers are like clouds, the weather is pleasant, the May when I like to keep walking and searching, moved me, made me feel satisfied and intoxicated. I want to laugh out loud, I want to tell the world the secret of happiness out loud. Time covets my smile and rushes towards May with admiration. Before I know it, it is already the first weekend of May.
11. On the day of May, the creek became plump, and it couldn't stop rushing. It seemed to be running into the distance, and bumped into rocks while running, making a ding-dong sound.