Midsummer [Tang] In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river. Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus.
[Tang] Jia Lang edited Xia Meng in the South of the Yangtze River and Planting Bamboo Shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Koike [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water. As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it.
Summer Scenery [Tomorrow] At first glance, the scenery and rain in Zhu Zhanji are refreshing, with jade waves rippling and bridges painted flat. Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly.
Xia Yi [Song] bid farewell to Ming Xia, and the pomegranate is full of curtains. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
When I listened to cicada [Tang], there was a new sound in the shadow of green locust, and the fog was thin and the wind was uneven. When you hear the Tao, you are always depressed and worried about the people.
Six words in summer [Song] The breeze rises in the west and the moon falls all over the sky. Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain.
The mountain pavilion is high in summer, the trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
In summer, when it was raining [Tang], Pei Du went upstairs to escape from the 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.
Early summer (Sima Guang), sunny and rainy in April, Nanshan Ming. There are no catkins because of the wind, only sunflowers are inclined to the sun.
Early summer sleep (Yang Wanli) Plum acid splashes teeth, and banana green covers the screen window. Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
In the middle section of Sanqu Road (once upon a time), the plum blossoms are yellow and sunny, and the streams are exhausted and the mountains and rivers travel. The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
In early summer, the duck pond in Bird (Dai Min) is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when it matures. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
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 blows my skirt, and the paradise of science comes from Kazuki Watanabe musicians, and the forest stretches on.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. No matter big or small, it is adaptive. In poor years, I miss Pigos and defend the frontier. 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 Lanzi is buried, it is better to return early, and 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. On June 27, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, covered with dark clouds and jumped into the boat in white rain. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Song? Lu You's quatrains in early summer have turned red and purple into dust, 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.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion, a high-profile work in the Tang Dynasty, is full of shade and the summer is long. The balcony is reflected in the pond, the water curtain is blowing gently and the roses are full of fragrance.
King Song ordered that the breeze in "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" could not kill the heat, and the sunset flew up the mountain. People were already afraid that the rivers and seas would dry up, and the sky did so without hesitation.
During the Song and Qin Dynasties, Liang Na took Zen to enjoy the cool outside the willow and painted 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 on a Summer Night" is still hot in the afternoon, and the door is bright. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
"Summer in Nanting Thinking of Xin" and "the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, the moon rises from the lake". 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.
In the Song Dynasty, Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning" was deeply fixed in the summer, and pomegranate bloomed all over the curtain. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
A land trip to Nanjing in the Southern Song Dynasty, "secluded in early summer", put Weng's family in a scenic spot of lakes and mountains, with locust trees in the middle and oblique fields. 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 * * * sleeps in afternoon European tea?