I love planting bamboo trees and flowers. I built a new boat pavilion next to the stone slope. Burning incense in the ancient temple reminds me of a certain visitor. He shakes a fan and looks at my home from the middle of the mountain. I'm looking at the red sleeves walking through the forest, and I'm painting with Bing Wan to show off. It seems that Qu Nong should not believe it. The poet is worried about politics like hemp. ——Fang Hui's "Five Poems about Visiting the Garden Tomorrow at the Beginning of Summer without Visitors"
Shun Bai was blowing in the sky, and the wind was rustling in the clouds. There are elm mats all over the forest room, and green osmanthus ointment burns with golden canopies. The ten lines of the secret book are opened and checked, and the three candles of spiritual brilliance are in the neon lights. The incense players are singing and resting in the sky, and the Beidou is in the sky and the moon is high. ——Liu Jun's "Sacrifice to Taiyi Palace at the Beginning of Summer"
3 Returning to the Quanshi Kingdom, the sun and the moon meet Xi Weng. The summer atmosphere is heavy at the bottom of the abyss, and the spring light is everywhere. Singing till the clouds are dark, drinking lightly is better than skirt red. The sound of a string is good, and the world is relieved from the wind. ——Wen Tianxiang's "The Rhyme of Sitting as a Guest in the Summer in the Mountains"
The willows in the thatched cottage on the river are hanging down, and it's the time of spring again. Rainy weather has caused moss to corrode the hanging walls of the piano, and frogs have grown up in the water-filled inkstone-washing pond. The wind is rustling and the sails are flying too fast, and the smoke is empty and the birds are late in arriving. Who can understand my thoughts when I am away from the noise? I only know the dark bamboo under the window. ——Zhang Gong's "Watching Ding Qing's Thatched Cottage at Night on the Beginning of Summer"
The red flag was inserted into the gate of the city, and Dongjun returned in full force. The new nests in the mud are noisy with swallows, and the flowers are gone and the bees are few. The shade of locust trees and willows is dense at first, but the heat of the curtains is still weak. When the sun sets, take a bath and try on unlined clothes skillfully. ——Lu You's "The Beginning of Summer"
The trees along the embankment are the most ruthless, just like the first journey back from spring. Dancing to the south, the wind cannot hold back, and the old oriole sings in shame among the leaves. ——Xiang Anshi's "Two Great Poems on the South Wind in the Beginning of Summer"
When I look back at my youth, I meet old friends in the spring. I suddenly laughed when I went out today, spring is like a sign of the fifth day in Beijing. The orioles are stupid and the butterflies are ignorant of sorrow, but the cuckoo crows until dawn. Spring has arrived in the garden, and the vine shades cover the berry moss. May the spring be long and healthy for people, why not regret the return of spring. ——Wang Mai "Before the Beginning of Summer, Wang Ri went out to see the spring in the suburbs"
The green plum blossoms have not yet faded, but the cherry blossoms are already red, and the spring has never been clear for ten days. I was about to leave the city to ask about silkworms and wheat, but I was worried about the sound of cuckoos outside the city. ——Fang Hui "This spring's bitter rain has begun, half of spring has never been clear, and ten sunny days have passed, and the beginning of summer is almost gone"
In the morning, I put on my clothes and went out of the thatched cottage, and the Xuan window was already slightly cool. There are only two or three days left in spring, and there are countless scenes of drunkenness and hatred. The fragrant grass has traveled a long way since the expedition, and the hairspring is not as long as the guest's sorrow. The remaining red leaves are nowhere to be found, sharing time and honey. ——Lu You's "Written Two Days Before the Beginning of Summer"
The weather in the four seasons rushes to each other, and a night of fragrant wind brings the heat. The long days in Longmu are steaming green wheat, and the rain in the garden overripes yellow plums. Orioles sing in spring, leaving thousands of sorrows behind, and butterflies fall in love with flowers and linger in regret for a few times. I feel tired when I wake up from the south window, and look at the pavilions covered with locust trees. ——Zhao Youzhi's "The Beginning of Summer"
Li Xia wears square clothes with yellow plums and green flowers, and little ducks bathe in fresh green ponds. On this day, the cat's head is cold and the jade is cold, while his beak is boiling with pearls. It's fun to steal fruit from the canal with a white head, but it's not my worry to see through flowers with an embroidered eye. There is also no place for long-term sorrow, only the thin willows reflect the new cattails. ——Shu Yuexiang "On March 29th, Xia Xiqing came from the old capital, feeling a little comfortable."
At first glance, Dongzhuang Road is not real, there is a bridge connecting the city but no neighbors. When the mountain is poor, I borrow it to look at the paintings in the hall. When the flowers are gone, I come to find the owner of the bamboo. The rotten rice paper is numb and new, and the cherry blossoms and bamboo shoots are lingering to see off the end of spring. I'll see you again when the years pass, and I'll pay my dues slowly.
——Shen Zhou "After traveling around the mountains in summer, staying overnight at Liu Bangyan's Zhudong Villa"