2. The crystal curtains move in the breeze, and the racks of roses are full of fragrance - Gao E's "Summer Day at the Mountain Pavilion"
3. Lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms reflecting the sun are differently red. --Yang Wanli's "Seeing off Lin Zifang on Dawn from the Temple of Pure Ci"
4. Cicadas clamor in the forest and the birds sing in the mountains - Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Stream"
5. The wind in the garden of the willow is quiet, and the wind in the garden of the willow is quiet and the wind in the garden is quiet. --Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Barbarian" (菩薩蛮-回文夏)
6. The fragrance of rice blossoms speaks of a good year. The sound of frogs - Xin Qiji, "The Moon on the Western River" (西江月-夜行黄沙道中)
7. I want to compare the West Lake to Xizi, and the light makeup and thick colors are always appropriate - Su Shi, "Drinking the Rain after the First Clearing on the Lake" (饮湖上初晴后雨二首-其二)
8. The clear air and the bright moon are left unattended, and the southern building is cool. The wind and the moon are unattended, and the southern building is cool - Huang Tingjian, "The Story of a Book in the Southern Building of Ezhou"
9. The white egret flies over the deserted paddies, and the yellow oriole warbles in the shady summer trees - Wang Wei, "Writing in the Rims of Rivers in Rain / Writing in the Rims of Rivers in the Return to the Country in the Autumn. The rain falls in every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds--Zhao Shixiu's "An Appointment with a Guest"
12. Plums leave sourness in the teeth and softness in the teeth, and bananas share the green color with the window screen. --Yang Wanli's "Rising from a Nap in the Early Summer"
13. The Summer Day is Long in the Shade of Green Trees, and the Reflection of the Terrace is in the Pond--Gao Eun's "Summer Day at the Mountain Pavilion"
14. One Night of Rain Cools the Dreams, and Ten Thousand Lotus Leaves Send Autumn to Us --Chen Wenshu's "Miscellaneous Poems on a Summer Day"
15. Spring water fills the four swamps, and summer clouds are full of strange peaks--Tao Yuanming's "The Four Seasons"