The seven-rhythm poem of late spring is as follows:
1. Qilu·Late Spring - Yiyun Meiyi
The illness will go away and the body will be weak, and the deficiency will be nourished and the clothes will be warm. . The spring is fragrant and old after the tea leaves, and the summer is deep when the flowers are blooming. Happy and leisurely strolling, Bodhi and pure Zen mind. A Sanskrit song rises in the morning, and a drum pierces the clouds at dusk with a warning sound.
2. Qilu·Late spring and stay in the heart of a young man
The illness is gone and I slowly walk along the hollyhock path, and the cool mist touches my clothes. The first oriole crows in the place where spring is old, so the willows were not deep when I came. Long arms are too long for a sixty-year-old, and a young man's heart is too big for his chest. A ray of morning light rises in the eastern suburbs, and the sound of hawking in the West Village can be heard.
3. Qilu·Song of Summer——Mr. Yiyun Meiyi·Xiaohe
The years are like woven fabrics as summer comes, and the drizzle wets the clothes. The lush green fields welcome the gorgeous clouds, and the romantic lotus pond calls out the deep willow trees. Forget your age and pursue your dreams, and look forward to the sunset to keep your childlike innocence. Halfway through the spring and autumn of life, the love is short and the happiness is long.
4. Qilu·Late Spring Song - Bu Yunmei Gongzi
No one cares about the red in the garden, but the spring breeze is full of green. The swallows are too hasty to fly back, the cuckoos are already weeping deeply. The yin and hatred follow the flowing water, and the words stop and the cup disturbs the guest's heart. But maybe the bright moon was there at that time, and we had two close friends in Qingshan.
5. Qilu·Untitled - Brother Bu Yun Mei Yi
Every time I look for leisure and fun, the outside of the bamboo is fragrant and red. The early morning dew has a light spring color, and the breeze is sending the willow smoke deep. When do you forget about fame and fortune? At this moment, you only keep your mind on clouds and water. But I have the innocence to follow my will, and the singing oriole is also my little bosom friend.
6. Qilu · Hometown Heart - Teacher Buyun Meiyi
In the beginning of summer, the hollyhocks bloom all over the path, and the pomegranate red, red and purple reflect the skirt of the clothes. The roses are still old in the spring, and the sparrows fly low and the willow color is deep. Sighing at the frost on the temples, I feel the fog in my eyes and my heart in my hometown. There are no three complaints when hoeing fields and planting vegetables, and he composes sentences and poems accompanied by five tones.