There is a poem about July.

See the Golden Gate in July, and the lake will be built after the rain. In the Qing Dynasty, Li E painted the threshold, the rain washed the autumn, and people were light. At three or four o'clock, the afterglow of the sunset in Ran Ran swept over the water and came into view. When will the ship be flooded? The lotus to be folded is a lesson. Every day, the green plate is clear and the west wind is everywhere.

July boudoir in Tang Dynasty: Sitting on a cool night in July, Jinbo is full of beauty. Accommodation changed her mind, but she was full of resentment against the pillow. Brocade is stained with tears, and the skirt is gentle and thin. Not as good as a silver-haired girl, a magpie becomes a bridge.

Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. "Jiangcun" bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.

Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer. -Zhu's "Scene".