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Poems describing the beginning of summer

Verses describing the beginning of summer are as follows:

1. The shade of the acacia willows is dense, and the curtains and bars of the summer bar are still slight. The sun is slanting and the bath is over, so I'll try to get a single coat. --Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Summer"

Translation: acacia and willow trees, green shade gradually dense; curtains and window lattices, the summer is still slight. The sun is slanting in the west, and after a smooth and pleasant bath, one skillfully tries on the summer's garments.

2. The tea tripod is ripe, the wine goblet is raised, drunkenness comes to poetry wild. The swallows seem to cherish the fragrance of the fallen flowers and return to the painted beams with a double title. --Zhang Dali's "Ruan Lang Gui" (The Return of Ruan Lang)

Translation: The tea in the tripod was boiling, and when I raised my glass of wine, I was so drunk that I was so happy that I looked up and saw the swallows returning to their nests with the fallen flowers in their mouths.

3, change the order to read the time of day, the tired lapel of the tired day forever. The summer wood has become cloudy, and the public door is always quiet by day. --Wei Yingwu, Tang Dynasty, "Remembering the Brothers of the Capital on the Day of Summer"

Translation: Changing the season, nostalgic for the beautiful spring, and annoyed only because the day is too long. The trees are shaded in summer, and the government offices are all quiet during the day.

4. I was tired of the sound of rain in January, but today it is sunny. Spring is going up from the flowers, and the wind is clear through the bamboos. --Ming Dynasty Hu Yanyan, "Long Rain Pleased Clearing Ming Day Lixia"

Translation: It has been raining for a long, long time, and I am afraid that it has been a month, and today, it finally cleared up. Tomorrow is the beginning of summer. The flowers on the branches have fallen, spring has gone, and the wind blows through the bamboo forest, fresh and cool.

5. The first rain in the mountain city, the world is still remaining spring. And with the east wind to say goodbye, contempt for the detained body. Every seasonal shift reminds the passage of time, and those who are wandering outside.