Ask for a poem that wakes up after a nap.

Take a nap in seclusion in early summer

Yang Wanli

Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen.

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.

The grass under the pine tree is covered with moss, so I don't even bother to open it if I want to read.

Playing with a clear spring and scattering banana leaves, the child mistook the sound of rain.

(The upper segment is one, and the lower segment is another)

Please accept it if you are satisfied ~