July poem

Liang Shi's hut has a bend, and the water is splashing. Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.

A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is 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.

The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain is welcome. The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf and mercury overflowed from the sapphire plate.

The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money. No one has seen the young child with bamboo shoots. The young child in the sand sleeps next to his mother.

The mountains and plains are all 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.

A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

It seems that people are really in the hot summer of July, and the scorching sun is like fire, which makes people feel uncomfortable.