1, Yang Wanli's Send Lin Zifang to Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao;
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.
2. Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road at Night":
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
3. Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store:
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
4, the south of the stone (monk) "quatrains":
There is a short canopy under the shadow of ancient wood. Zhang Li helped me cross the East Bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
5. Bai Juyi's Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple:
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I often hate that spring is nowhere to be found and I don't know where to go.
6. Wen Zhiming's "Lotus on the Money Pool":
Flowers fall in the south of the Yangtze River in September, and hibiscus turns to Zhongzhou. Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon. It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.
7. Shen Yue's Ode to the Lotus:
The breeze blows the purple leaves and gently reveals Zhu's room. Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red.
8. Wang Anshi's plum blossom:
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
9. Ye Shaoweng's "Garden is not worth it":
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
10, Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum:
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.