2. Looking at the clear sky in the morning, the bamboo mountains are bright.
3. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. (Shang Shan Zao Xing Tang Wen Ting Jun)
4. In the morning, when you step into Beilin, Xiaosan will open her eyes. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. (Zhang Jiuling is at the county seat in the morning)
5. Tie up the boat and float on Yushan Mountain, and it will be a must in the morning. The river is wide when the sun breaks water. Far waves wrinkle red scales, and green waves open gold plates. Brilliant shooting tower, a single cloud ends. The poet was embarrassed by his pen, but he sang about the autumn moon. When Luofu came, the sea was rough and the night didn't stop. (Golden Mountain Sunrise and Land Tour)
2. About the poem in the early hours of last night, the wind is sparse and the rain is sudden, and a deep sleep does not need residual wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? ; It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves in China's ancient Yuefu poem Long Songs, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. The rain in the sky street is crisp and crisp, but the grass color is far and near. The most important thing is that a spring is better than a willow. Han Yu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and a duck prophet in spring water heating. Su Shi's "Two Late Scenes of the Spring River in Hui Chong" is easy to know the east wind, and colorful is always spring. Song? Zhu's "Spring Day" is stained with clothes and wants to wet apricot flowers and rain, blowing cold willows. Zhinan and Shangjueju became more and more attractive in the Southern Song Dynasty, and only shallow grass could have no horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprises the mountain birds under the moon, and sometimes sings in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. -Wei is in Xixi Chuzhou.
3. The poem describing the morning is 1. In the morning, I stepped into Beilin, and Xiaosan opened my heart. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Morning of the County House Out of the Forest"
2. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. -Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing"
3. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. -Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to the County"
4. Why does she hate wheatgrass when she goes to rest? Xia Muyang is cute. -Qin Guan's "My March Dark Problem"
5, the mountains are open and the stone roads are dust-free. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. -Wang Bo's "Morning of Three Views"
6, 10,000 watts shine, and the evening mist is collected. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. -Yu Shinan's "Morning"
7. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the porch is cool —— Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh
I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
9, snow covered with cold bamboo, wind rolled Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. -Li Deyu's "Snowy Dawn"
10, why do you hate wheatgrass is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. -Qin Guan's "My March Dark Problem"
1 1, farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit still and I dare to eat. -Dai Fugu's "Hot"
12, even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it is sunny before summer is deep. -Fan Chengda's Xi Qing
4. Beautiful poems describe beautiful sentences in the morning
1, dawn slowly kicked off, and it was another colorful morning, coming to the world with freshness.
2. In the early morning, the street is quiet. When the first ray of morning light penetrated the mist, a warm morning appeared in the street.
3. In the early morning, I walked on the main road of the campus. The air is cool, and I gently touch my face and my hair, which makes me completely relaxed. Suddenly, I was exhausted and the pain disappeared. I only feel the cool spring water flowing into my heart, just like eating cold watermelon in hot summer!
4. In the morning, I walked by the pond. The towering plane trees and willows on both sides nodded in the breeze. Fish swim freely in the water, and the wild flowers by the pond are reflected in the water, which is very beautiful.
In the early morning of summer, at four or five o'clock, the sky is as white as a fish belly, and everything has no animal breath. Everything is pure and refreshing, like a faint ink painting, filled with the smell of grass.
6. In the early morning, everything was silent, and a little light on the eastern horizon carefully penetrated into the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from a distance.
7. In the early morning of spring, the wet wind swept gently, passed through the broken glass window, brushed everything slightly and quietly left. Pale white skylights also occupy every corner, painting the door with a dreamy white.
8. The morning sunshine is quiet and elegant. Without that noisy atmosphere, people feel calm and relaxed, and I also feel that artistic conception.
9. The morning after the rain is like a symphony. Twitter, birds singing wonderful themes between the sky and the branches; China, the river is running and singing a beautiful melody; Clap your hands, the sound of insects flapping their wings is beating the symphony; Huhuhu, the butterfly's flight path is only the melody line of the symphony; Tick-tock, the rain on the leaves drops on the small stone, as if the stone is singing a tick-tock song and accompanying the symphony!
10, early in the morning, just open the window, a fresh air came face to face. With the continuous golden light, the sun came out and showed a kind smile.
1 1, the morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal dew slipped down the leaves and jumped happily. Green grass wakes up under the caress of soft morning light and becomes greener under the washing of rain and dew.
12, early morning, beautiful early morning, we just unearthed Xin Wei, looking up at the colorful sky-the grand blueprint for the future of the motherland, picking up the brush of knowledge to describe and add color. Listen, reading is getting louder and louder. We didn't waste this golden morning and golden time.
13. In the early morning of summer, the rising sun shines on my face and the lawn around me. () Dewdrops glistened, and the cool breeze caressed me, sometimes with a faint fragrance of flowers. What a beautiful morning!
14, early in the morning, several birds chirped clearly in front of my window, which woke me up. I gently pushed open the window, and a fresh and fragrant air came to my face. Took a deep breath. Ah! This is the smell after rain, and this is the smell of life.
15. Morning is a baby who wakes up after a night's sleep. Everywhere is full of vitality and vigor. These flowers and grass are so green that I feel very comfortable. I like beautiful mornings. It gives me a good start.
16. In the early morning, a magnificent morning glow appeared in the east. There are wisps of kitchen smoke floating on the roof of the village, and the air is filled with veil-like mist.
17. When you wake up in the morning, you will always hear the clear cry of cicadas. Walking out of the gate, I saw the wet yard after the rain and some grass beside the flower bed. Oh, there were raindrops on it last night.
18, the beauty of the morning is really exciting. I am lamenting the magic of nature and the intoxicating scenery.
19, in the morning, the whole world is sunny, and the sun shines gently on everything through a slight shock, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.
20. In the early morning, on the budding bud, crystal clear and bright dewdrops are flashing and full of vitality.
5. What are the poems about the morning 1? On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops. -Chang Jian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple
Commentary: Walking into this ancient temple early in the morning, the rising sun reflected the Woods on the mountain.
2. Start collecting in the morning and visit your hometown. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. -Wen, "Doing Good at the Beginning"
Interpretation: getting up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost.
3. End the morning makeup and break the slight cold, and talk across the saddle. -Fan Chengda's "Early Hair under the Bamboo"
Interpretation: After getting up in the morning, I packed my luggage, broke through the cold in the morning, got into the saddle and set off. This move actually evacuated my tired and stubborn body and relaxed me.
The morning breeze in the northern forest makes you feel depressed. -The Book of Songs. morning breeze
Interpretation: Ostrich flies like an arrow and flies into the dense forest in the north.
5. Smell knocking at the door in the morning and open the door backwards. Ask the son for whom? Father Tian has a kind heart. -Tao Yuanming's nine ways of drinking
Interpretation: It is better to get dressed and open the door when you hear a knock at the door early in the morning. Who is the caller, please? The kind old farmer has good intentions.
6. Go north in the morning, and the third child will open his chest. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Morning of the County House Out of the Forest"
Interpretation: Get up in the morning and walk in Beilin. My skirt is open, and I am very chic and idle.
7. Suddenly, for Lin Tingxue, Hua Yao is everywhere. -Zhang Jiuling's "Snow in the Early Spring"
Commentary: When I got up in the morning, I suddenly found that the pavilions in the forest were covered with snow, and all the Yao flowers were in full bloom.
8. When the mountain was closed, there was no dust on the stone road. -Wang Bo's "Closing the Morning"
Interpretation: the mountain view appears its true color with the day, and the stone road is light and clean.
9. If you miss the fifth day, the cock will crow for the third time. -Bai Juyi's Winter Morning with Dreams
Interpretation: At five o'clock in the morning, the rooster crowed for the third time.
10. Tie a boat and float on Yushan Mountain, and it will be a must in the morning. -Lu You's Watching Sunrise in Jinshan
Commentary: I went to Yushan by boat and saw the wonderful scenery early in the morning.
6. Beautiful poems describing the morning The beautiful poems describing the morning are:
In the morning in Li Deyu, the snow covers the bamboo in Hanxi, and the wind rolls Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man.
Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River.
Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later.
In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes.
From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods.
Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts.
Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening. The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor. In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale. Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City. When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold.
Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return. The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance. No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet.
Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted the autumn moon, and the moon was full of mirrors and round wheels. The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry. It's not safe to fly south.
Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear. The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan. Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights. Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber. If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light.
, Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps. Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank. Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it?
Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan. When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke. When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan.
Du Fu's morning rain, light rain and morning light smell on the first leaf. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it. Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon.
The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained. What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear. Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing.
In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened. The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear. Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud.
In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed. Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear. There is no rest, there is a process before doing things.
In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing. The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face. Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city.
Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time. The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out. Listen to the acropolis first.
In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks. If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it. Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song.
There are two songs in Xu Hun in the morning (the last one is called "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The osmanthus trees are covered with green layers, and the wind is slightly misty. The eaves fall on the moon, and the residual light reflects. The fragrance is cold, and the autumn water is clearer. If you have nothing to do, why not stay with the monks?
Xu Hun started two songs in the morning (the last one was titled "Autumn Night in Shanzhai"). The waning moon is full of smoke and dew, and the door is covered with bamboo. The water bug sings the threshold, and the mountain bird goes down the empty step. Look at the hair in the mirror and send it in autumn. Knowing the north window guest, the sky is good with the world.
7. Describe the poem in the morning.
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi
Birds stay in the forest, and the morning light returns to the east room.
Bronze stoves add morning fragrance, and sarong extinguishes residual candles.
After waking up, the wind recovered slightly and my eyes were full.
Sit up without thinking and kowtow for thirty-six.
How to break fast and drink a cup of mica porridge?
In the morning, I occasionally sing in the morning.
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
The cold dew is clear in autumn and the sky is clear, and the distant mountains are panoramic.
People praise the land and birds love Xu Lin. With distant hearts, they bowed their heads and bound.
Yang Xiao thanked Han Yi, who was exhausted on the road. At the age of eight, Yong Fang took it with him and longed to go home.
If you have leisure, you can't bear the southern song.
Early morning rain
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
On a rainy morning, the first leaf smells. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates with the clouds.
At present, the color of Chai Jing is lightly touched by birds and animals. Half of Musk Mountain didn't get all the points at noon.
Get up in the morning.
Year: Song Author: Lu You
On the first day, the light smoke is broken, and the shadow of pine and bamboo is scattered.
The old man began to burn incense and the boy went to the well.
Life is like a flowing cloud, and I don't fall into the realm of horses and chariots.
I am willing to learn from Pang Gong, and the whole family is quiet.
Xiaobo hanyangdu
Year: Tang author:
When the moon sets near the ancient capital, Wuchang City is closed.
Clouds go from the sky and water comes from the grave. Parrot week, remember your talent.
Spring stroll
Year: Tang Author: Yang Shidao
In the morning, take a walk in the northern forest. The pond is full of grass, and the orchid trees attack you.
In the morning fog, spring birds grow among the flowers. The wild path is full of fragrance, and the bamboo shoots on the mountain steps are repeatedly invaded.
Don't repeat the peach color lightly, Li Zicheng Yin.
White Dew
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
The dew is sweet, and the horseshoe is scattered in the morning.
The garden is connected with stone trees and the boat crosses the river.
Just looking at the fish, the whip returned to the bird.
I didn't know that autumn is really beautiful until I came, and there are many hidden paths.
Yujiaao
The sky meets the clouds, and the Milky Way wants to dance in Qian Fan. It seems that the dream soul belongs to the emperor. When I smelled the sky, I asked politely where I was going. I have a long way to go. I am learning poetry. There are amazing sentences. 90,000 Li Fengpeng was dismissed. When the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains! [ 1]
8. What poems describe "early morning"? 1, Back to the Garden, Part III
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.
Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.
The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.
It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.
I plant beans at the foot of Nanshan, where weeds are flourishing and peas are sparse. Get up early in the morning to pull weeds in the fields and go home in the moonlight at night. The narrow path was covered with vegetation, and the night dew wet my clothes. It's not a pity that my clothes are wet. I just hope it won't go against my wish to go back to farming.
2. "Doing Good and Walking Early"
Tang dynasty: Wen
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Get up at dawn, the bells of horses and chariots have shaken; Traveling all the way, the wanderer misses his hometown. The chicken is loud and clear, and the thatched shop is bathed in the afterglow of Xiao Yue; Footprints are blurred, and the wooden bridge is covered with early spring frost. Withered oak leaves are covered with barren hills and roads; There are bright pale white and bitter orange flowers on the mud wall of the post office. Therefore, I remembered the beautiful scene of dreaming about Ling Du last night. Flocks of ducks and geese frolic in the winding lakes and marshes on the shore.
3. "Dream Micro"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Travel hand in hand with your dreams at night, but don't cry in the morning.
Zhangpu was sick for three times, and Xianyang stayed in the grass for eight times in autumn.
You bury your bones under the mud spring, and I send snow all over the world.
Ah, Han Weilang went to the next time, but did you know that the night station was full of ignorance?
I dreamed of playing with you hand in hand at night, and woke up in the morning with tears in my face without wiping the towel. I fell ill three times in Zhangpu, and Chang 'an has been growing grass for eight years. I think you left, and your bones have turned to sand. I still live in a world of white hair for the time being. Ah, Wei Han Lang died one after another. Do you know the gloom?
4. After the snow in the mountains
Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.
There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the top of the mountain had been covered by a heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared, and the light of the rising sun has become cold through the faint white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum branches in the yard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a deserted atmosphere!
5. October in winter
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao
In October, the north wind haunts,
It's sunny with frost.
Yao Ji sings in the morning, Hongyan flies south,
Storks lurk and bears live in caves.
The money stopped and the crops were harvested.
Set the whole journey and connect with the merchants.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
In early winter and October, the north wind roared, the atmosphere was cold, the weather was cold, and the frost was thick and dense. In the morning, harriers and birds are singing, geese are flying south, raptors are hiding, and even bears are sleeping in their caves. The farmers put down their farm tools and stopped working. The harvested crops were piled up in grain fields, and hotels were arranged for traveling businessmen to stay. How lucky I am to be here, reciting poems to express my feelings.
9. Poems about the morning Poems about the morning
1, go to Beilin in the morning, and open the chest in Xiaosan. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Morning of the County House Out of the Forest"
2. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. -Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing"
3. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. -Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to the County"
4. Why does she hate wheatgrass when she goes to rest? Xia Muyang is cute. -Qin Guan's "My March Dark Problem"
5, the mountains are open and the stone roads are dust-free. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. -Wang Bo's "Morning of Three Views"
6, 10,000 watts shine, and the evening mist is collected. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. -Yu Shinan's "Morning"
7. The bitter nights in midsummer are short and the beginning is cool. -Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh
I don't know how hot it is, but I'm sorry that summer is long. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
9, snow covered with cold bamboo, wind rolled Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. -Li Deyu's "Snowy Dawn"
10, why do you hate wheatgrass is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. -Qin Guan's "My March Dark Problem"
1 1, farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit still and I dare to eat. -Dai Fugu's "Hot"
12, even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it is sunny before summer is deep. -Fan Chengda's Xi Qing
13, Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village. Everything in Changjiang Village is quiet. -Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
14, everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. -Li Ang's Summer Couplet
15, the first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. -Xie Lingyun's "Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea"
16, go to the border town to ride, sleep and cover the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. -Zhao Wei's "Miscellaneous Songs, Yesterday's Salt, Sleeping and Listening to Morning Chicken"
17, the depth of compassion is in the shear wave, and a song is gathered together. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. -Xu Hun's "West Wing in the Morning"
18, it suddenly snowed in Lin Ting, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. -Zhang Jiuling's "Snow in the Early Spring"