Poems of stinging festival

Thunder in the sun

Yuan Dynasty: Chou Yuan

It thundered in Gong Kun in the middle of the night, and the greenhouse of the stunner was already open at dawn.

The wind blew high, the candles went out, and the electric rain washed the windows.

Suddenly, the spirit of vegetation is different, so it is a greeting and a reminder of the climate.

Only the tortoise and the wooden goose, Ren Chunhui, stood motionless.

Qin Louyue Cloud.

Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda

Gather. Light ray was slightly startled at first. The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.

The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet. Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.

Sixteen poems by Yan Ju

Song Dynasty: Peng Guinian

If you don't open the wall in winter, you will be afraid of bugs.

Everything is alive, as I love my palace.

Map of Qingxi Song Yin

Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin

Chang Song is one hundred feet in the shadow of Qingxi, and the potential between reflected waves becomes lower.

Just like the spring thunder has not been awakened, the corner of the faucet is temporarily muddy.

Kant Jia

Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.