Ancient poems on summer solar terms

"Big Summer" Once upon a time, the sun passed and the breeze was nowhere to be found. Books talk about pillows, melons and fruits rise and fall. Lan Ruojing is quiet, while Mao Zi is deep. Inflammation and steaming are so much more precious.

"Selling Summer" Bai Juyi, why bother selling summer fever and finally entering the hospital? There is nothing in front of me but the breeze under the window. A calm mind radiates heat, and a calm life is empty. It's hard to get along more comfortably with others at this time.

"Xia" Wei has been talking about heartbroken, how can it last forever. No one stays up during the day and sits alone in the mountains. When you are enlightened, you are troubled, and you learn to be empty. Habit is easy to invade, but sorrow is hard to recover.

"Summer Night Sigh" Du Fu, immortal, steamed intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, blow my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.