The poems about Xia Jing include the following:
1. The breeze is unable to kill the heat, the setting sun flies up the mountain, people are trapped and are afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and God will not hesitate to dry up the rivers and rivers. ——Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
2. The shadow of Luan Luan is alone in the empty curtain, tears are condensed on the face of the lotus light, and the ruthless young man regrets and thinks about it. ——Gu Yue's "Huanxi Sha·The Fragrance of Lotus Wild Water in the Wind"
3. The land is low and the mountains are close, and the clothes are moistened by the smoke of the stove. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang·Summer Lishui Wuxiang Mountain" Beautiful enemies are at the end of the world, but there are green poplars that can tie a horse. ——Guan Hanqing's "Dade Song·Xia"
4. The plum blossoms are yellow, the sun is clear, the creek is overflowing, and the mountains are running. The green shade does not decrease as we come, and the four or five oriole calls are added. ——Zeng Ji's "Three Qu Road"
5. The wandering girls brought flowers to cuddle up with each other and laughed, vying for beauty, and folding lotuses to cover up the evening sunshine. ——Li Ke's "Nanxiangzi·Chengcai Boat" The remaining clouds close the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. ——Cen Shen's "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the County to Return to the County"
6. In the deep summer in the other courtyard, the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain. The shade of the trees is all over the ground, and at noon, I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. ——Su Shunqin's "The Meaning of Summer"
7. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. There are few idle people in the countryside in April, so they are planting sericulture and planting fields. ——Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside"
8. The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo makes summer new. There are endless thorns and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a peaceful person. ——Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains"
9. The swaying bamboo shadows cover the quiet window, and birds make noise in the sunset every two or three hours. Thank you, the begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better for those who are trapped. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Early Summer"
10. The wind blows at dawn, and the lotus flowers gradually bloom and the wild roses fall. The caterpillar also imitates Zhuang Zhou's dream and turns into a butterfly flying in Nanyuan Gorge.
——Xu Wei's "Early Summer Play Title"