Jiangnan Mengxia,
Compiled by Ci Bamboo Shoots.
The mirage is the pavilion,
The sound of frogs is the orchestra.
The summer is long with the shade of green trees,
The balcony reflects into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises,
The shelves are full of roses and the fragrance of the courtyard .
Early summer in Kezhong (Sima Guang)
The clear and rainy weather in April suddenly cleared up, and the scene in Nanshan became clear.
There were no catkins blowing due to the wind, only Sunflowers lean towards the sun,
Sleeping in early summer (Yang Wanli)
Plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, bananas split green and cover the window screen.
Sleeping in the long day is ruthless Thinking, leisurely watching children catching willow flowers.
In the middle of Sanqu Road (Zeng Ji)
The plums are yellow, the sun is clear, the creek is overflowing, and the mountains are walking.
The green shade does not decrease as we come, and the four or five oriole calls are added.
Visiting Zhang Garden in early summer (Dai Min)
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the ripe plums are half sunny and cloudy. .
The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquat trees are full of gold.
Summer Night Sigh
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Forever The sun cannot be set at dusk, the scorching heat poisons my intestines. The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of the sky, and the dense forest spreads the light. The bitter night in midsummer is short, so I open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. .
The imaginary light can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying. Things are not big or small, they adapt to their own conditions,
Thinking of Hogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years, how can one wash away , Zhihan looked at each other.
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise was heard in all directions. Although the body was blue and purple, it was better to return home early.
The Beicheng was mourning, and the stork trumpeted. Qixiang. The condition is aggravated and tired, and the intense thoughts are healthy.
Drunk writing at Wanghulou on June 27th
Su Shi
Black clouds turn over The mountains are not covered with ink,
The white raindrops jump into the boat.
The wind blows away suddenly,
The water below the Wanghu Tower is like the sky.