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[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

author:Peninsula Literature
Author: Overlord Yu Ji
[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

Zigui is crying out of a hundred flowers, and the wind and rain are lonely in the world.

But there is no place to go, and Shaoguang refuses to green plantains.

It's May again

Author: An Zhongjun
[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

Xia Jingfang in front of the steps of the old courtyard, beckoning Ziyan to go around the corridor.

The pomegranate blossoms are beginning to bloom in Zhuhu, and the wild guests are reflecting the pink wall.

Elegant and fragrant, graceful and luxurious peony fragrance.

The smoke is still curling at home, and the younger brother and daughter-in-law are suspected of being mothers.

Mother's Love (Seven Laws, Chinese New Rhyme)

Author: Qu Rongjing
[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

The green water and green mountains reflect the hometown, and the blue sky and blue sea are drunk with spring.

Learn to fly milk swallows through branches and willows, and herbivorous calves bathe in the warm sun.

I often remember the warm years, and I still think about the vicissitudes of frustration.

Deep love and mother's love for a thousand years, and the character is high and moral.

My May Day Holiday (Five Laws)

Author: Zhou Jianhua
[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

The May Day holiday is long, and everyone is busy alone.

Hold the plate to see the meridian, Najiabu yin and yang.

Water storage and wealth are abundant, and the cause of wind storage is prosperous.

For the well-being of the people, guide the way to greater health.

Lixia (Seven Rules)

Author: Zhang Chunling
[Five poems of the rhythm] early summer evening

In April, the world wears a light veil, and the blue water and rainbow bridge reflect the purple glow.

The willows are white and white, and the spring is moistened with vermilion.

The spring breeze is green all the way, and the summer rain is full of grass and trees in thousands of villages.

The sunset and clouds return to Yan at night, and I don't know whose house the red sunset is.