Solar Dramas in Tang Poetry and Song Poetry

First, there is an appointment.

Song Zhao Shi Xiu

It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

If the date doesn't come until midnight, knock on the chess pieces and the street lights.

Countries in February and April

Song Weng Juan

The mountains and plains are green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

Iii. A nap from early summer (1)

Song Yang Wanli

Plum leaves have soft teeth, banana leaves are green, and window screens.

I slept for a long time, thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow branches.

Fourth, Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang

Song Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

On May and June 27th, Wang Hulou was drunk with books.

Song sushi

Dark clouds turn over ink and fail to cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats.

The wind comes and blows away, and the lake looks like the sky under it.

Sixth, Huaqing Palace

Don Dumu

Chang' an looks back at the embroidered pile, and thousands of doors open at the top of the mountain.

The princess of mortals smiled, but no one knew it was litchi.

Seven, the title of Junshan

Don

The smoke waves are still and the shadows are heavy, and the blue color is all black.

Suspected narcissus dressing room, snail indigo mirror center.

Eight, after the summer rain, if the topic is Dutch green.

Tang Jianwu

The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain washes the dust.

The breeze suddenly blows the lotus leaves, and mercury pours from the sapphire plate.

Song ci:

Chitose? Yongxingjia

Song Wu Xie yi

The flowers of neem tree are made of floating bricks.

After the plum rain, the wind is surging.

Love is far away in Hunan, and dreams are around Wu Fengcui.

The piano book is tired, and the partridge wakes the south window to sleep.

No one sends secrets. Who will wash away the hatred?

By the bamboo bank, in the sparse curtain.

The dust of song blows the fan, and the wind of dance blows.

After people dispersed, the sky was as light as water.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are sleepy and afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and the sky will not hesitate to do it.

Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote a poem "Enjoy the Cool": chasing the breeze outside the willow with a hairpin and painting a bed on the south of the bridge.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing for the Cool at Summer Night": The night heat is like noon, so open the door and see the moon.

Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote "Summer Meaning": The summer in the other courtyard is deep, and the pomegranate is full of curtains. At noon, the ground was covered with shade, and the nightingale sounded in my dream. Nanjing.

Living in seclusion in early summer written by Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty: the lakes and mountains are beautiful, and the locust tree path is shaded. Sometimes herons can be seen when the water is full, and frogs can be heard everywhere when the grass is deep. The dragon has turned its head to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still in its infancy. Sighing that I am getting old, who will sleep in the afternoon?

Yuanqu:

1, [double tone] Dade Gexia

Beautiful friends, at the end of the world, the poplars there are like a horse. Trapped under the south window, I miss him for several pairs of breezes. Who can teach me to draw when the moth eyebrow is weak? Thin rocks shame pomegranate flowers.

2, double tone] Huan Ai Mountain Pavilion in front of the temple

When I am weak, I will add two or three new bamboo poles. I'll take a break if I read it with my handwriting skills. The wind is old and the ink is cold, and the moss is rotten. Qingshan loves me, and I love Qingshan.

3. [Yue Diao. Fighting quail] teasing me in front of green trees and mountains. Sneak into the fishing village of that water town and jump out of the dragon's pool early. Wear a scarf and hemp fiber to shelter him from the oblique wind and drizzle. For a long time, it was a piano, a bottle of wine and a pot of dance.

4. The moon sings the West Lake.

The West Lake is full of smoke and waves, with a hundred hectares of wind pool and ten miles of lotus fragrance. Rain or shine is suitable, and light makeup is suitable. Tail and tail are in the title of a painting boat, and every day they are full of laughter. Flowers are warm in spring and grow old and healthy. It is true that there is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world.

[Double Carving] Water Fairy Chants Jiangnan

Zhang

A river of smoke and water shines brightly, and people on both sides of the strait paint eaves and hang lotus bushes for a while. Watching Sha Ou dance again and again, rolling the bead curtain of the thyme wind, painting ships as far as the horizon, and wine flags blowing in the wind, they love to kill Jiangnan.