What are the poems about Changxia?

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.

The shade of green trees, the reflection of the balcony, the water waves in the pond and roses are all over the picture frame, which constitutes a summer landscape with bright colors and clear artistic conception. The mountain pavilion in summer is so leisurely and quiet. When we appreciate this poem, we seem to see a summer pavilion and a leisurely poet, and all the heat and unhappiness are swept away.

2, "Early Summer Guests":

In April of early summer, the weather was sunny and warm, and it cleared up after a rain. After the rain, the mountains were greener and more pleasant, and the mountains in the south became clearer.

There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.

In early summer, the weather is sunny and warm. After the rain, the mountains are greener and more pleasant, and the opposite Nanshan becomes clearer and cleaner. There are no catkins fluttering in the wind, only sunflowers blooming towards the sun. What a quiet, fresh and bright summer scene.

3. Early Summer Nap:

Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

In early summer, the plums are immature, full of sour taste, with green plantains and swaying willows. Originally, they were listless at the beginning of their nap. When they saw the children chasing catkins, their childlike innocence was revived and they were unexpectedly immersed in it.

4. Early Summer:

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

The locust and willow trees are full of shade, the path is faint, and the way home is curled up. When the lake overflows, egrets are dancing, the grass on the lake is singing and frogs are everywhere. The bamboo shoots of the new crop have matured, but the brush flowers have just opened. What I want to do most at this moment is to have tea and chat with my old friends.