Du Mu's Tanabata: The night is as cool as water, and a small fan flies fireflies.
Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh: The bitter night in midsummer is short, and the porch is cool.
"Like Jiangnan, the Last Month of Summer" Tang: During the Jiangnan season in midsummer, my body was so hot that I sweated. Mosquitoes turned into thunder and cassocks into rice fields.
In summer, Nan Ting thinks that Meng Xin is so bold: the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises in the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
Looking at the moon, I think of a distant Zhang Jiuling: the moon is at sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time.