The cicadas chirp in the mountains and the sea during the Xiaoshu, and the summer is long

The jasper in the flat pond is reflected in the autumn waves, and the green clouds embrace the green handle of the fan.

The clouds in the stream rise at the beginning, the river sets in the sunset, and the gentle breeze blows in the mountains and the rain comes.

Slight summer heat is nothing to fear, living deep is like retreating into hiding.

The birds are chirping, the bamboos are densely shaded, and the rain is sounding and the lotus leaves are fragrant.

The summer wind rises from the fields

On the earth, benevolence and all things thrive

The summer breeze blows the green and you can see the flowing fireflies, and you can sleep on the clear lake and enjoy the slight coolness.

The water curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the yard with the fragrance of roses.

All things have light because of cracks. Summer is like gold, and it has flourished since then.