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What are the poems about summer in The Book of Songs?

The taste of autumn, the balance of summer, the hardness of white. -"Truffle Lu Gong"

Prepare to worship ancestors in autumn and fix horns from summer. White cattle and red cattle are arranged, and the ox-shaped wine makes a crisp sound like a collision.

Summer in April, summer in June. -"Xiaoya, April"

April is a good season for early summer, and hot summer will come in June. I hate that my ancestors are not kind people, so how can I bear to suffer?

Summer and winter nights. After a hundred years old, return home! Winter night, summer. After being a hundred years old, go back to his room! -"National Wind, tang style and Ge Sheng"

Without you, summer is painful, and winter nights are so long and unbearable. One day I will turn into a breeze and meet you under the blue sky!

The drums sounded and rolled on the ground. No matter the severe winter or the hot summer, the clean egret is in Yang's hands. Knocking on the tile fou and dancing in the street. No matter winter or summer, the heron feather ornaments on the head. -"National Wind Martin Wanqiu"

Knock on the tile dance Wanqiu Avenue. Whether in cold winter or hot summer, heron feather ornaments are worn on the head.

In May, I moved my stock, in June, I was in the wild, in August, in the house, in September, 10, and crickets came under my bed. -"National Wind, Qi Feng, July"

In May, the grasshopper fluttered its legs, and in June, the weaver girl fluttered its wings. Crickets are in the fields in July and come under the eaves in August. Crickets enter the door in September and get under my bed in October.

In June, you will be depressed and bitter, in July, you will be hungry and bitter, in August, you will peel dates, and in October, you will get rice. -"National Wind, Qi Feng, July"

Eat plum grapes in June and cook sunflower beans in July. In August, we started to beat red dates, and in October, we went to the fields to harvest rice. Spring wine smells good, for the sake of longevity.