Chapter 1
Smelling cicadas on the night of June 3rd
Bai Juyi
The fragrance of lotus and clear dew fall, Liu Dong is very lively.
On the third night of the third lunar month, the new cicada chirps for the first time.
When I first heard about the visitors from the North, I listened quietly and recalled Tokyo.
I have a bamboo forest house, don’t let the cicadas sing again.
I don’t know who will set the boat sailing when the moon rises above the pond.
"Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night"
Yang Wanli, a poet of the Song Dynasty
The heat at night is still the same as the heat at noon, and the moon is bright when I open the door.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind.
"The South Pavilion is full of emotions in summer"
Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams in the middle of the night.
Chapter 2
"Residence in Early Summer"
Southern Song Dynasty poet Lu You
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, and the wild path is sloping in the shade of the locust tree .
When the water is full, you can watch herons, and there are frogs singing everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has grown too late to produce bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still blooming.
Sighing, the old ones come and go, who will sleep in the afternoon cup of Ou tea
"The meaning of summer"
Song Dynasty poet Su Shunqin
The summer in the other courtyard is clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of the trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
"Record of what I saw on the lake on June 20th"
Year: Song Dynasty Author: Yu Liangneng
Yu Ke brings Liuyi Spring, Yan Xuan It's dawn and cool weather.
The ancient junipers of the Chen Dynasty were towering and thin, and the lonely tomb of Hejing was leaning against the bamboo.
But I went to Su Di to peel off the new gravy, and even went to Xiao Temple to listen to the chilling cicadas.
I came back late after a long night of drunkenness, and the breeze on my feet felt like a fairy.