What I saw
[Qing Dynasty] Yuan Mei
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood up with my mouth shut.
Midsummer
[Tang Dynasty] Fan Xun
In midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Lu oranges hang down with golden bullets, and sweet bananas sprout white lotuses.
Meng Xia
[Tang Dynasty] Jia Huan
In Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
Small Pond
[Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a clear fly has already stood on it.
Xia Jing
[Ming Dynasty] Zhu Zhanji
Jingyu has just passed and the air is refreshing, and the jade waves are rippling and the bridge is flat.
The little swallows that wear the curtain are both good, and the gulls that are floating in the water are all light.
The meaning of summer
[Song Dynasty] Su Shunqin
The summer mat in the courtyard is deep and clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
Smell the cicada
[Tang Dynasty] Lei swan
There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust tree, and the mist is thin and the wind is not even.
Mo Dao always feels melancholy when he hears it. Some people are worried about others, but others are not worried about others.
Six Words of Summer
[Song Dynasty] Lu You
The creek rises and the breeze blows, the moon sets and the sky is filled with stars.
Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain.
Mount Pavilion in Summer
[Tang Dynasty] Gao Pian
The green trees are dense and shaded in summer, and the tower reflects into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.
Summer Rain
[Tang Dynasty] Pei Du
Climbing the stairs to escape the midsummer, everything is dusty.
Across the way, there is a thunder tree, taking advantage of the rain in the street.
The eaves are sparse and the spider webs are heavy, and the ground is wet and the mud is fresh.
After chanting, the breeze rises, and the fragrance of lotus fills the neighborhood.