Chapter 1: Classic ancient poems about July
"First Summer" by Bao Rong of the Tang Dynasty
Yesterday's youth was gone, but the evening peak was still beautiful. Although there is some residue left,
The pulse can prevent worry and decoction. You people cherish the season and feel that the passing of time has passed.
Chapter 2: Classic ancient poems about July
"Climbing the Crane Rock in Summer" by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The sky wind blows me up the hill, and the dew falls The long pine trees are cool in June.
I would like to borrow the old monk’s two white cranes to soar deep in the blue clouds.
Chapter 3: Classic ancient poems about July
Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle, The shade of the tree shines on the water and the love is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Chapter 4: Classic ancient poems about July
Tang·Gao Pian
Green trees On a dark and long summer day, the balcony reflects into the pond.
The crystal curtain moved and the breeze rose, and the roses filled the courtyard with incense.
Chapter 5: Classic ancient poems about July
Song Dynasty Zeng Ji
Plum Yellow Time The sun is shining brightly, the stream is overflowing and the mountains are running.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added.
Chapter 6: Classic ancient poems about July
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
Plums drip with acid Teeth, plantains are divided into green and put on the window screen.
When the day is long, I fall asleep without thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.
Chapter 7: Classic ancient poems about July
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Beside the Houjia Avenue, there are noisy cicadas and green trees.
The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool.
The fence is filled with red medicine, and the frame leads to the growth of pothos.
The eternal sun and a pillow are the hometown of mountains, clouds and rivers.
Chapter 8: Classic ancient poems about July
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Tang Gaopian .
The crystal curtain moved and the breeze rose, and the roses filled the courtyard with incense.
Chapter 9: Classic ancient poems about July
"Xia Zongzong" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
The summer heat in Nanzhou is as drunk as wine, and I am almost asleep. Beifang.
At noon, I slept alone without any sound, and the mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo.
Chapter 10: Classic ancient poems about July
"Early Summer on the Pond" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Water accumulates in the spring pond late, and the trees grow thick in the summer. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
Quiet music blows on the bed mat, and the fragrance opens the wine cellar door. When I have nothing to do, I play with my little grandson.
Chapter 11: Classic ancient poems about July
"Sending Summer to the South Neighbors in Changxing to Retreat from the Summer" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Cicadas grow beside the Houjia Avenue The noisy trees are green. The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool.
The fence is filled with red medicine, and the frame leads to the growth of pothos. The eternal sun and pillow are the hometown of mountains, clouds and rivers.
Chapter 12: Classic ancient poems about July
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Nanzhou The summer heat is as drunk as wine, and I have been sleeping for a long time and opened the north door.
At noon, I slept alone without any sound, and the mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo.
Chapter 13: Classic ancient poems about July
Tang·Bai Juyi
Shui Jichun It's late in the pond, and there are many trees in summer.
The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
Quiet music blows on the bed mat, and the fragrance opens the wine cellar door.
I have nothing to do and spend time with my little grandson.
Chapter 14: Classic ancient poems about July
Tang·Bao Rong
Yesterday’s youth is gone , the evening peak is still full of beauty.
Although there is some residue left, the pulse will prevent worry and decoction.
A lonely person cherishes the season and feels that the passing of time has passed.