Classical poems of July

in July, I looked at the lake and made it after the rain. In the Qing Dynasty, Li E painted the threshold, and the rain washed the autumn and the people were weak. Sunset across the water in Ran Ran, hills at three or four o'clock. When will the boat be flooded? The lotus to be folded is a lesson. Every day, the green disk is sparse and bright, and the west wind is everywhere.

boudoir love in July, Tang Dynasty: Yuan Hui sat in a cool night in July, and Jin Bo was full of beauty. Rong Huafang changed her mind, but the pillow was full of resentment. The brocade is stained with tears, and the skirt is gentle and thin. It is not as good as a silver girl, and a magpie becomes a bridge.

I came to Liang Shangyan by myself, making blind date with gulls in the water. "Jiangcun" bamboo shakes the shadows to cover the secluded windows, and birds make noise at sunset every two days.

Begonia Xie Que flies out of flocs, and the weather is getting longer and longer. -Zhu Shuzhen's "Scene".