1. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays?
(Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
(Wang Wei: Acacia)
4. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
(Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
(Bai Juyi: (Farewell to ancient grass))
6. Plant a millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.
(Li Shen: "Farmers")
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
(Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
8. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
(Gong Zizhen: (Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems))
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
10. Spring Garden can't be closed.
(Ye Shaoweng: "Not worth going to the park")
1 1. In Yangchun Budeze, everything is brilliant.
(Han Yuefu: "Long Songs")
12. The water in front of Huangshi Tower is in the east of the river, and it is lazy and sleepy in spring.
(Du Fu: "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River")
13. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
(Han Yu's Early Spring Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department as Foreign Minister)
14. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
(Bai Juyi: "Recalling Jiangnan")
15. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and willows are oblique. (Han Yi>)
16. Silkworms in spring weave until they die, and candles drain the wick every night.
(Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
17. My friend's prince, spring has passed and you are still here. What does it matter? .
(Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains)
18. I'm not talking about striving for spring, but jealousy. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
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19. Why does Qiangdi blame Yangliu? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
(He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
20. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)
2 1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows.
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* Summer in Poetry
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer.
(Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
(Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still.
(Dai Fugu: "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days.
(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 when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute.
(Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")
2. The poem describing Xia (1) shows the sharp corner of Xiao He, on which the green dragonfly has long stood. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue")
The mountains and plains are green, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of rules. (April in the Country by Weng Juan)
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. (Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Walks Huangsha Road")
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. (Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer")
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
Eight 30-diameter Yang Shuhua are covered with white felt, and green money is stacked on the lotus leaf. (Du Fu's "Wandering in Queque")
Panasonic Mao Ting, I wish I could help you.
3. Ten poems about "Summer" 1. I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long.
(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat.
("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze.
(Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
(Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: "Dark Sun in March").
4. A poem about summer "Summer Night Sigh"
Don du fu
Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
The north city is sad and the stork flies.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
The first summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Xia Meng is rich in natural products, and it is good to plant it for a period of time.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass.
Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.
After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless.
It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.
More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early.
Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die.
Xia is thinking in Nange.
Tang Meng Hao ran
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from 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.
Xia Meng.
Tangjiaao
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Summer in the mountain pavilion
Tang gaopian
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
cuvette
Song Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.
Song sushi
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Summer drought and heat
Song wangling
The wind didn't force out the heat in midsummer, and the Naxi sun seemed to have wings, hovering over the hills and refusing to set.
People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up?
The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.
I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone?
Unknown miscellaneous poems
Shi Ming Naian
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
What do you see
Qingyuanmei
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.
5. Poems describing summer include those ancient poems describing summer:
Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
cuvette
Song Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.
Song sushi
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Unknown miscellaneous poems
Shi Ming Naian
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
6. Poems about Xia Xia:
Don Cen Can: Remnant clouds reap the heat of summer, and new rain brings the haze of autumn.
Don Wang Wei: An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and a mango bird sings in a tree in midsummer.
Guan: Why is the hatred gone? Xia Mu is cute.
Tang Du Fu: The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool.
Spring:
Don He Zhangzhi: I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Don Han Yu: Every grass and tree knows that spring is coming back, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Qing Zhou Zhen: I'm worried that mulberry leaves will wither in spring, and a trace of thick green will be on my forehead.
Yuan Lu: In spring, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River are like embroidery, and the rain in the West Lake is like oil.
S: A night of spring scenery is worth a thousand dollars. Flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
Qing Yun Ge: It rained all night in the mountains, so there shouldn't be much spring. Look at the grass on the mainland, green to Dongting Lake.
Autumn:
Don Bai Juyi: When Xia Chan is finished, autumn rain geese come.
Don Liu Yuxi: Dongting was born in the middle of the autumn lake, and the waves are like molten gold.
Don Liu Yuxi: Lake, light and moon know each other; There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Look at the mountains and rivers in Dongting; Green snail in a silver plate.
Don Liu Yuxi: Lake, light and moon know each other; There is no wind on the pool surface, and the mirror is not polished. Look at the mountains and rivers in Dongting; Green snail in a silver plate.
Winter:
Don Bai Juyi: The new vinegar has green stripes, and the static stove has red stir. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
Don Richie: There were no towns for 3,000 miles, and there was nothing but a camp, until the gloomy sky joined the vast desert covered with snow.
Four seasons:
Tao Jin Yuanming: In spring and autumn, there are many strange peaks in Xia Yun, bright autumn moon and solitary pine in Dongling.
Guo Song Xi: Spring Mountain is as plain as a smile, Summer Mountain is green, Autumn Mountain is as bright as makeup, and Winter Mountain is as bleak as sleep.
7. Poems about "Summer" Song Lu You's "Early Summer Jueju"
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "About"
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Tang Gao's Summer in the Mountain Pavilion
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole picture is fragrant.
Xia Meng by Tang Jiajian
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Meng Haoran misses Xin in the summer of Nanting.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus,
The music of bamboo leaves dripping dew. 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.
Li Bai's Four Seasons Ballad: Summer
On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke. Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious. Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh.
Imperial edict of song dynasty "summer drought and bitter heat"
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain. People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, so they will do it.
"Cool" of Qin Guan in Song Dynasty
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Yang Wanli's Chasing the Cool in Summer Night in Song Dynasty
The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
8. An ancient poem about summer, Tang Gao's Mountain Pavilion Summer.
The trees are dark and long in summer, the balcony reflects the pond, the water curtain moves and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
Wang Song ordered "summer drought and heat"
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain. People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, so they will do it.
Guan's cool
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Song Yang Wanli's Chasing the Cool in Summer Night
The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
Hao Ran's Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from 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.
The Summer Meaning of Su Song Shunqin
Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cold all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. Nanjing
Lu You in Southern Song Dynasty "lived in seclusion in early summer"
The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will have afternoon tea?
9. Who has a poem about summer? In the early summer and Tang dynasties, Bai Juyi accumulated water in the spring pool late, and it was cloudy in summer.
The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village. Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar.
Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do. In summer, Bai Juyi's clothes are sparse and simple, and his gauze cap is light and wide.
A coat and a hat can keep you warm. Stop at me, why be Luowan.
Bamboo shoots are tender in the rainforest, and the morning dew is fresh in the garden. Boil sunflowers and shoot tender bamboo shoots. You can cook Korean food.
Stop at my mouth, why bother. After the meal was finished, my stomach was really big.
Dance in front of the courtroom and sleep under a safe window. It doesn't cost money to raise things outside, and it's no trouble to return home.
No, it's hard to spend, and it's easy to worry about God. I will die in a few days, and I have to die.
In early summer and early Tang Dynasty, Seiryuji was dusty and slightly rainy, and the ground was high and leaning on a long slope. Outside the Nishi Temple, it is prosperous and peaceful.
There are idle old monks standing, and there are no customers. The residual meaning is exhausted, and the new leaves are more shaded.
Spring has come and gone for a few days, and Xia Yun is suddenly senile. It is the feeling of the season, and the years are dark.
Hu Weiwei loves this city and won't go back to Luo Yan? Castle peak, how about asking yourself? When Tang Bai Juyi was free in summer, he didn't go out in summer and no guests came. There are deep curtains in the quiet room and new floors in the yard.
When I returned to the shore, I was proud of myself. Clean your pillow and sleep in a cool place.
What do you have for lunch? One or two flavors of fish. There are not many summer clothes, and there are only three or five things about banana yarn.
If you give enough money, you will get tired of long things. Compared with others, I am too rich today.
Summer's potential energy turned into a graceful figure, and in an instant he grew into one. Birds can't fly, but strong winds can blow them away.
One day in Wanzhou, forget the site. If you want it to rain in summer, smell the thunder on the river first.
In summer, Du Fu of Tang Dynasty leaves the northeast in summer, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street. Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?
God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command. There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.
Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt. Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.
Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal. I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.
You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious. At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.
In the summer night, I lamented that Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was immortal, and the inflammation was poisonous to the intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
The north city is sad and the stork flies. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
The mountain pavilion in summer, the green trees in Gao Pian are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Tang Li 'ang is bitter and hot. I love the long summer. (Li Ang) Smoke comes from the south, and the temples and pavilions are slightly cool.
(Liu Gongquan) Looking at Tang Guanxiu's visit in the summer evening, I was sad. Tao Kan Han Xi Temple, where is it now?
Sha Ting is dry and foggy, and Pingchuan Mountain Fire shines everywhere. Finally, things will return to the East, and war will fill Xu Tian.
In midsummer, Tang Han lies in front of the new shade leaves of the court tree, and the jade steps are silent. When the wind does not move, the oolong sleeps, and sometimes the charming shadow calls its name.
On the summer night in Hanwo, there was a strong wind and dark clouds, and it rained in the high forest. After a long night, the rain stopped and the wind subsided, but the broken clouds in Ryutsuki were oblique.
In the early summer and early Tang Dynasty, Hu Sujing was preoccupied, and the pearls and foils sank during the day. Sleep is shocking, the language is shifting, and the sick spider silk is half in the piano.
The rain path is chaotic, flowers bury the past, and the pruning bamboo in the moon porch turns cool and cloudy. Know how much a bottle of spring wine costs, and find out all the money in the bag for gold.
On a summer night, Jia Daoyuan Temple is close and crowded. There are many leaves attached to the chin, and the moon and clouds are separated.
Bird in the mountain, monk by the sea. Only when you are worried about autumn can you steam in inflammation.
Climbing the South Tower in the summer night, the Shui Han Tower of Jia Daobin in the Tang Dynasty rose on the moon, and Yueyang River was the first to see it. Xiaoxin firefly reported the autumn letter, and I don't know where Bodhi is.
Shaped like Tangjia Chicken in Xia Meng, Jiangnan, and Xia Meng, Jiangnan, bamboo shoots are planted like weaving. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
In midsummer in Shan Ye, Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty lazily shook his white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.
Four Seasons Songs in the Midnight: Li Bai Jing Lake in Xiagetang stretches for several miles, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.
Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace. On the midsummer road, Li Kuo trees in the Tang Dynasty were caught in the windy road, and pedestrians were scattered at noon.
At the beginning of cicada, butterflies fly. The sun deceives the mirror, and the locust paste is white.
I feel less glorious when I come back in vain. There are many trees in your house in summer, and the wind is good in autumn.
Love is idle, and dreams are in the mountains. The exposed color floats on the cold tiles, and the fluorescence drops on the dark lumps.
After listening to the beautiful sentences, he Han is west or east. In late summer and Tang Dynasty, the evening in Liu Deren was westerly, and the time was half empty.
When the mountain light turns blue, the leaves turn red. Qiu Cheng envied the old farmer because he was ashamed of learning.
People who believe in justice will not cry in Luqi. The summer at the foot of the mountain makes me Tang lying alone on this high mountain.
I am hot, and the wind is cool with autumn. No matter how famous you are, you can rest by chanting.
Outside the world of mortals, Yunxi is good for washing water. In summer in Jinling County, things in Tang and Li are simple and quiet, and the curtain is opened in the heat.
Stir-fry green tea according to the classic, and it will cool when you enter the bamboo. As far as recruiting Zen guests is concerned, forget the opportunity to catch Weng.
It is cool in the evening, and the sea and the moon are out of the wall. In midsummer, the screens in Tang and Liu Dynasties are deep and carefree, with peach and pomegranate shade.
Silver bottles turn to Tonghua wells, and heavy hookahs sell Jinboshan. Paper is like a bed, leaning on a piano, and a painted bronze mirror is lazy.
Who accompanied the drama in the Ming dynasty, when I was young, I met in a narrow way. In summer and during the day, I occasionally do Liu Tang General Hospital in Zhou Nan. In summer, I got drunk and slept in the north several times.
When I woke up at noon, I only felt the silence of the earth and the sound of a cup of tea when new tea was smashed in the bamboo forest. Summer in the mountains is suitable for Tang and Meng to pass through the mountains for summer, and the portal reflects light.
Natsume Yinxi Road, daytime clouds bury the stone bed. Calm, cool clothes in spring.
In the world of mortals, who knows this is prosperity. In summer, it is raining. Pei Du went upstairs to escape in midsummer, and everything was dusty.
Across the street, when it rains, it thunders against the tree. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy.
After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood. In summer, Tang Pei said that he lived in seclusion in Menxiang, but sat on the balcony every day.
Magpies are happy to send letters, but they can't recite poems. Bamboo shoots wear old bamboo and plum blossoms stand idle branches.
At this time, there is no dust and no scratching, which the monks call appropriate. In summer on the river, there is no clear shade in Qi Tang, like a stream, and the fire clouds rise and lean against the air.
Outside the cold lake in Qian Shan, a cool breeze shook the west of Chu. The shade of trees is easy to break, and the grass is far away, but it is difficult to be low.
Old Garden and Old Temple are near Xiangjiang River, and bamboo smoke is deeper than bird singing. Happy summer rain, the outskirts of Tang Qiji are misty, and the sound of thousands of miles of rain comes.
Wash away all the red flowers and freshen the air. The noise floats in the Chu temple, and the little three exposes Jingtai.
If you want to own this car, you will be thirsty. Summer thatched cottage is a collection of Tang Qi.