Chapter 7 Qijue-6

Yang Wanli The plums are sour and the teeth are splashed, and the plantains are divided into green screens. The day is long and I fall asleep without emotion, watching the children catch willow flowers. Once upon a time When the plums are yellow, the sun is sunny, and the stream is full, but the mountains travel. The green shade does not diminish the time when it comes, and it adds four or five sounds of orioles. Zhu Shuzhen The bamboo shakes the clear shadow to cover the quiet window, and the birds make noise in the sunset every two or two times. Xie Que begonias fly all the catkins, and the sleepy weather is getting longer every day.

wear retro The water in the suckling duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and cloudy for ripe plums. The east garden is filled with wine and the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked up for a tree of gold. Huang Tingjian Looking around, the mountains are bright and the water is bright, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles away by the railing. No one cares about the breeze and bright moon, and the south building is blindly cool. Gao Pian The shade of the green trees is thick and the summer is long, and the reflection of the buildings and terraces into the pond.

When the crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, the frame is full of roses and the whole courtyard is fragrant. Fan Chengda The fields are cultivated during the day and the fields are harvested at night, and the sons and daughters of the village are in charge of their families. The children and grandchildren did not give up farming and weaving, and they also learned how to grow melons by Sangyin. Weng roll The mountains are green and the rivers are full of white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of cuckoo. There are few idlers in the countryside in April, and only then do sericulture and planting fields.

Han Yu In May, the pomegranate blossoms illuminate the eyes, and the first seeds are seen between the branches. It's a pity that there are no carriages and horses here, and the moss is upside down and the crimson flowers are falling. Lei Zhen The grass is full of ponds and the water is full of hills, and the setting sun soaks the mountains with cold ripples. The shepherd boy went back to cross the ox's back, playing the piccolo nonchalantly.