In April of early summer, the weather was sunny and warm, and it cleared up after a rain. After the rain, the mountains were greener and more pleasant, and the mountains in the south became clearer.

There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.

Heshui Zuo in the long summer.

The south is like the summer in the north and the spring in the north, and the green shows the yin of Jianghuai.

When you are sick, the insects sprinkle medicine, and the medicine is hot and cold.

"Long Summer" Land Travel

The red flag was planted on the gate, and Dong Jun drove home.

Mud nests are noisy and flowers are scarce.

The shade of Sophora japonica is dense at first, and the curtain is still slightly hot.

Soak a soup in the sunset and try on clothes skillfully.

The first two days of working on land in the long summer.

Out of the thatched cottage in the morning, the porch window was complacent and cool.

Yu Chun only has two or three days, and there are thousands of drunkenness and hatred.

The grass is far from the road, and the gossamer is not as long as the guest's sorrow.

Residual red is nowhere to be found, divided into years and honey rooms.

"Long summer was already in for more than ten days when it was filmed in April."

Beijing is in a hurry, who believes that idle people are long?

The silkworms fighting for leaves are hungry and make trouble, so they take advantage of the virtual tea to play the flag.

The late bamboo shoots in the forest are beautiful for the kitchen, and the new tung covers the well.

It's too early to laugh at Shanjia. It's already Chen Zhuji and Fujibed.

On April 28th, I was ill all over the world.

April is the end of May, and ninety is less than eighty.

Have you ever talked about the world, been together and loved my family?

A secluded trip in early summer

The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

Wen Tianxiang, The Rhyme of Sitting in the Mountain in Summer.

Returning to the Spring Stone Kingdom, the sun and the moon are flowing.

The air is heavy and deep in summer, and it is everywhere in spring.

The poor song is dark, and the light drink wins the red skirt.

A string of sounds is good, and the human wind is relieved.

High-level article "Mountain Pavilion Summer"

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.