The crimson clouds are blowing along Bai Sensen, and the wind is rustling and moving the clouds. Fang Lin was covered with elm mats, and the golden cups were all burned with green cinnamon paste. Ten lines of the secret book are opened for phoenix inspection, and three candles in Hui Ling are placed in neon. The fragrance floats and sings empty, and the Beidou withered moon hall is high. -Liu Jun's "Long Summer Festival Taiyi Palace"
3 Returning to Chunshi Kingdom, the bright moon and the bright moon are both * * * Xi Weng. 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. -Wen Tianxiang's "The Rhyme of Sitting in the Long Summer in the Mountain"
On the river, willows hang low, and every spring is in full bloom. The rain moss erodes the piano wall, and the water frog gives birth to Xiyan Lake. The wind is blowing, the sails are blowing, and the lonely birds are late. No one can explain what's on your mind, but you can only know under the window. -Zhang Mao's "It's too late to set up a summer in Dingqing Caotang"
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. -Lu You's Long Summer
The tree by the embankment is the most ruthless, it is only the first trip in spring. Dancing to the south can't stop the wind, and Ye is ashamed of the old warbler. -Xiang Anshi's Two Masterpieces of Summer South Wind
I met my old friend in spring. I went out today and suddenly felt like laughing. Spring is like a five-day omen for Beijing. The wild butterfly of the warbler knows no sorrow, and the cuckoo cries till dawn. Spring comes to the garden and vines are covered with berries. May spring grow in people's health, why not cherish it and return to it? -Wang Mai's "The King of Long Summer in the Past, Sunrise in the Suburb to Send Spring"
Plum blossoms have been in bloom, and it has never been sunny for more than ten days in spring. I want to go out of the city and ask about silkworm wheat, but I am worried about the cuckoo sound outside the city. -Fang Hui "There is a saying that there is no sunny day in the first half of this spring, and there are not many long summers."
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. Residual red is nowhere to be found, divided into years and honey rooms. -Lu You "The First Two Days of Long Summer"
At four o'clock, the weather urged each other and the wind brought summer heat overnight. Steamed wheat grows in acres and days, and the garden rain ripens yellow plum. Ti Ying's spring has gone to sorrow, and recent love has gone back several times. Sleeping in the south window, thinking tired, watching Huaiyin full pavilion. -Zhao Youzhi's Long Summer
Yellow, Li Xia, Fangzhuang and Xinlv Pool Bath. Nowadays, the cat has a cold head and cooks pearls with its beak. Bald head stealing fruit, embroidered eyes and wearing flowers, safe and sound. Even more long-term worries have nowhere to send, and now Liu Ying Xinpu. -Shu Yuexiang, "On March 29th, Xia Xiqing was slightly comfortable, coming from old Beijing"
Dongzhuang Road is not real at first glance. There is a bridge connecting the city, but there are no neighbors. The poor borrow the painting hall and spend all their money looking for bamboo owners. Bad notes are constantly emerging, and even cherry buds are sent to spring. Goodbye, when you are old, you will pay in full and tour slowly. -Shen Zhou's "Liu Bangyan's Bamboo Cave Villa after Summer Vacation"