Long Xia's good poems

Long summer is the seventh of the 24 solar terms. Li Shangyin lives in the city in the afternoon, and the spring and summer are still clear. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again. Xiao Chi Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Early summer in the pool is easy for Bai Juyi to accumulate water in the spring pool, which is late and there are many Xia Shu. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village. Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar. Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do. In early summer, bamboo and bamboo shake shadows to cover the secluded windows, and birds sing in the sunset. Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.