<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > Don Bai Juyi</h1>
Why do you have to be bored with the heat and live in a courtyard.
There is nothing long in front of you, and there is a breeze under the window.
Heat dissipation is composed of the mind, and cool life is the empty room.
At this time, it is difficult to be more self-sufficient, and it is difficult to be more in tune with others.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="6" > "Summer Idle" Don Bai Juyi</h1>
I don't go out in the heat, and there are no guests.
The ashram is deeply curtained, and the small courtyard is newly swept away.
The clothes are restored to the shore, and the idleness is arrogant.
Face the scenery pillow and sleep in the cool.
Lunch is all, fish and meat one or two flavors.
There are not many summer clothes, banana yarn three or five things.
The capital is enough, and the long goods are in vain.
If I am better than the people of the Lady, I am now too rich.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="15" > "The Summer of June 18th Night" Song Sima Guang</h1>
The old willow ticks noisily, and the desolate garden shines brightly.
Human feelings are suffering, and things are already in autumn.
The moon is cold and the wind is brushing white.
How to be a guest in the middle of the night, and tie the Gurdmon.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="20" > "Song Alone under the Bamboo" Zheng Gangzhong</h1>
Hsinchu is dense on a daily basis, and bamboo leaves are growing day by day.
The jagged four windows, the small and the big are all bright.
Long Xia Fang was full of energy and was about to burn the mountain fan.
Leisurely this gentleman, not allowed to go to it.
The wind is as pleasant as a pleasant one, and it also rejuvenates my face.
Yellow staggered bamboo branches and put them into the moon bend.
Green yin and green light follow, and the broken jade light is colorful.
I held up a large bottle of wine, wanting to rejoice with the wind and the moon.
The breeze does not stay, and the moon does not say a word.
Drink alone and get drunk, and dream cool and wide.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="31" > Late Summer Southern Dynasty Xu Mian</h1>
Xia Jing was tired of the room and urged the mat to play with the flowers.
Lotus yin obliquely merges with green, lotus shadow to dividends.
At this time, avoid the heat, and clear the bottle alone.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="35" > Don Gao Biao</h1>
The shade of the trees is long in summer, and the terrace is reflected in the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses and a courtyard of incense.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="38" > Don Li Bai in the Summer Mountains</h1>
Lazy white lupine fan, naked in the green forest.
Take off the towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle the pine wind on the top of the exposed roof.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="41" > Don Bai Juyi</h1>
How to cool off the heat and sit in a courtyard.
Heat dissipation has a calm mind, cool life is empty room.
At this time, it is difficult to protect yourself, and it is difficult to be more with others.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="46" > "Big Hit" Song Dai Retro</h1>
Heaven and earth a big kiln, Yang charcoal cooking in June.
All things melt in this pottery, and people complain about the heat.
If you look at the autumn of the hundred valleys, it is also a summer knot.
The water in the field is boiling like soup, and the back sweat is wet like a splash.
Farmer Fang XiaYun, sit down and dare to eat?
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="52" > "Poison Fever Sends Jane Cui Sixteen Brothers" Tang DuFu</h1>
The summer luck is golden, and Jing Yang does not know autumn.
There are collapsed wings under the forest, and there are no boats in the water.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="55" > Tang Yuanshu in Mid-June</h1>
The summer and autumn are approaching, and Lin Zhongjiu has moved in the summer.
The night of the opening of the laurel wheel, when the fireworks shine in the air.
Melon fruit invites Confucians, and the long ink pond of pu pu is invited.
The tassel is rolled up and blown by history.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="60" > Song Zhang Yun of the Great Summer Of Hechaoying</h1>
Pengmen closed the car for a long time, and he was afraid of the summer.
Green introduction young moss left bird seal, green hanging residual leaves with insect book.
What is the work of the cold spring out of the well, and the white feather invitation is already sparse.
Bear with the west wind and a depression, the blue perch means nothing.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="65" > Song Zengji</h1>
When the red sun passes, the breeze is nowhere to be found.
The scriptures talk about pillow books, and melons and plums float and sink.
Lan Ruo was quiet, and Maoz was deep and deep.
The steaming is as promised, and it is even more regrettable to divide the yin.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="70" > Song Huang Tingjian</h1>
Bamboo can chant the underwater dragon, and the jade person should be in the moon.
When to wash the autumn air heat, scattered frost day deciduous wind.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="73" > Song Chen Tianrui</h1>
Yan Wei is arrogant, and there is no business misery.
The sea of clouds is vast and the flying dragons are unobstructed.
I am a native of the garden, and I used to be from the lead.
Everything has been restored, and ten years have been empty.
The pavilion is pineed, and the small pond is open.
Fenqing mud pollutes itself, and the roots are shaken in vain.
All day long, in the middle of it, there is a hundred feelings of silence.
Phase the evening incense, look at this autumn appearance light.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="82" > "Manjiang Red Summer" Song Liu General Sun</h1>
Nanpu green waves, only broken, pedestrian color.
Although it is only, PengZhuan ninety thousand, Tianchi Chunbi.
Luan Luan Feng Peng scrambled to see it, and gull alliance heron Sukong had known.