Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines.

Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.

Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.

Things have no details and are adaptive.

Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.

Why are you washing and looking at each other?

Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.

Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.

North city is sad, storks fly.

When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

Second, the poem "Drinking on the Lake"

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Third, Song Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Fourth, Tang Li Bai's Summer Mountain

Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest.

Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.

Five, Song Xin Qi Ji "Yellow Sand Road Xijiang Moonlit Night"

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.