Poems for June Supermarket

Qu Yuan's June wind filled the lake with clear lotus fragrance, and the red and green fans reflected clear waves. Mulan boat is like a flower girl, a lotus house, and Ai 'er. Xiuzhu Village is an old woman who lives by the river. When you go out, you only hear the sound of "goo goo", and there are paths in the forest. Green bamboo garden behind the house, buttonwood tree in front of the house. My cousin took my hand and went to the river to catch fish. On a midsummer night in Taoyuan, adults shake cattail fans and children catch dragonflies. The cicada in the tree sings freely, whether you listen or not. Talking about what's going on in the world is comfortable and relaxing. Lie down and count the stars. Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters. The crimson snow is bright red and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold. Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official". The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered. Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain. The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse. Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On the night of June 3rd, the cicada Bai Juyi fell in Qing Xiang, and the willow wind blew. On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound. At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo. I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again. I wonder who rowed the boat last month.