Poetry in rainy season

1, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.

2. My concubine lives by the Qiantang River, and flowers bloom and fall, regardless of the time. Swallows take away the spring scenery, and the screen is Huang Meiyu. Obliquely inserted rhinoceros combs clouds and spits, sandalwood taps and sings golden rays. Looking at the clouds, I couldn't find a place and dreamed that the moon gave birth to Nanpu.

3, angered by the smoke, leave me to live for a while. Hand in hand on the Lotus Lake Road, a moment of plum drizzle. Simple and naive, not afraid of people guessing, clothes fell asleep. It's time to share, and then come to the makeup table.

4. Cao Qinghu, Wan Li and Huang Meiyu. I'm worried about the sound of the wind overturning the dark waves and hitting the boat on the beach.

5. Half a plum is rainy and sunny, the lake is bright and floating green, and the sky is high and the birds are light. The price of mountain fruit is not discussed at the beginning, the wildflowers are unknown, and the smoke is straight.

6. Nanjing Xipu Road, Huangmei ripe in April. Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came. Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open. Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home.