In summer, the smoke is falling, and outside the courtyard is a clear pond.
The tea lamp boils with aroma, and the study contains ancient monuments.
When the bamboo shadow dance rises in the wind and the trees are shady.
The first flowers bloom, gorgeous and picturesque.
Come late to hear the birds singing, and be enchanted by the sunset.
Summer night leisurely walk in the courtyard, tea fragrance into the heart field.
The bamboo shadow dance is breezy, and the sound of books is drunk and sleeping.
The shade of the trees shook the moon, and the flowers shone in the white sky.
The breeze is cool at night, and the bamboo sleeps leisurely.
The flowers in the courtyard are blooming, and the tea fragrance is in the summer evening.
Drunken lying in the bamboo forest, the emerald shadow danced in the sky.
The sound of books urges the twilight, and the shade of the trees adds a cool tide.
May the years be twilight and the scenery drunk ahead.
In the summer courtyard evening, the tea is intoxicated and fragrant.
The flower cluster opens in front of the door, and the scroll is displayed in the heart.
Bamboo shadow dancing breeze, shade shimmering.
The years are like passing water, and the years send Danxia.
The courtyard is red and twilight, and the slanting sun shines on the forest platform.
Falling flowers into the night water, the shadow of the building is scattered.
I want to go back and want to break this lovesickness.
The sound of the piano leaves the night and grievances, and the bamboo shadow accompanies the shore sorrow.
The scorching sun arrives in summer, and the courtyard has a tea banquet.
The fragrance lingers in the ears, and the heat disappears.
Jumping bees look for flowers, grass insects are full of sound.
Xia Weiyun had tears, and the dog barked in the quiet room.
A bright moon shines in the courtyard, and the tea is full of flowers.
The summer heat is lazy in bed, and the books are nostalgic for the past.
Cicadas rhyme in the bamboo forest, and flags in the treetops turn in the wind.
Tasting the tea and flowers is leisurely, and it seems that there is a fairy wind that catches my soul.