The moon falls in the west wing, and the night shadow is empty, and the curtain goes through the screen to reach the house.
the streamer is like a string of pearls, because fire does not produce elm willow.
illuminate the yellow scroll characters one by one, and gently turn out the green weeds.
if you want to know when to celebrate the festival, the summer wind will come in early June.
In the Summer of June, Tang/Yuan Zhen
In the summer, Sanqiu is near, and the forest clock moves in summer.
when laurel leaves midnight and fireflies shine in the sky.
melons and fruits invite Confucian guests, and they are planted in a long pool of ink.
on the muddy roll of crimson yarn, history waits for the wind to blow.
Listen to Jin Qing Jia Zhao Hua playing the flute in the Summer Water Pavilion. Northern Song Dynasty/Huang Tingjian
Bamboo can sing underwater dragons,
Jade people should be in the moonlight.
when is it hot to wash the autumn air?
It is scattered as the wind of falling leaves in frosty days.
"Great Summer" Song/Once upon a time
When the red sun passed, the breeze was nowhere to be found.
when you talk about pillow books through books, melons and plums float and sink.
Lan Ruojing is quiet again, and Mautz is deep and deep.
if inflammation and steaming are so, it is even more precious to divide yin.
Song/Zhang Lei
Last year, he sweated against the Huai River, but he knew about it for a week.
why don't the soil be moist and summer heat? If the fire is popular, let it be clear in autumn.
It's always hard to smile at the temples, and all the temples are idle and leisurely.
I'm afraid I'll brag about my drinking capacity before the bottle, and I won't stop talking with a wave of my hand.
Song/Zhang Lei
When the door is closed for a long time, I thank you for coming to the car, especially when I am afraid of the summer.
The green leaves attract the tender moss to keep the bird seal, and the green leaves hang down with the worm book.
what's the merit of cold spring coming out of the well? Bai Yu's invitation to cool down is already sparse.
what does it mean to endure the bleak west wind?