1, the red and purple have become dust, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. Song Luyou's quatrains in early summer
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's Xi Qing)
Why does she hate wheatgrass when she goes to rest? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan's "Black Sky in March") The above are all poems about spring leaving and summer coming. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool at Summer Night": The night is as hot as the afternoon, and the door is bright. The bamboo forest is densely covered with insects, and sometimes it is cool, just the wind.
5. In the midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon. 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. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
6. (Su Shi's "Drunk Book on Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th") The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.