1. Early Summer
Author: Gu Cheng
The dark clouds thinned,
I jumped out of the moon's round window,
jumping over a slice of,
beautiful and quiet standing water.
Back in the village,
on the fresh dirt walls,
the grass begins to grow,
and every wooden door,
is new,
all as clean as an acacia flower.
Windowpaper with a bang,
Like blank envelopes,
Don't trust me,
Don't trust anyone else,
Take the still-awake,
Acacia blossoms,
Plug them into pairs of door rings.
Let all stories begin,
with fragrance and wonder.
Morning approaches,
Climb the tree quickly.
I take off my straw hat,
Shed my accustomed sheath,
Become a,
Pale green robin,
Yes, I'm going to crow,
The rooster's old,
Drooping down his lost feathers.
All the little girls who rise early,
Go out to the fields,
To pick the,
Red cherries that spring leaves,
And smile.
2. A summer night in the mountains
Author: Lin Huiyin
A summer night in the mountains, so deep that it was
like there was no bottom;
dark shadows, the pine forests were dense;
there was no light around.
Onto the mountain flashed only one light-two,
like the eye of the night, the eye of the night watching!
The wind all over the mountain tiptoed,
as if it were walking;
dodging the branches and leaves everywhere,
the grass everywhere, and not sounding.
The running water alone, continually over the valley,
the heart of stone, the mouth of stone sings.
An even piece of stillness, overshadowed,
like a softly draped mantle.
Doubt gone, in the four corners,
Blurred, a dream peeping?
The night is like a prayer, silent in expectation,
A sultry piety spreads in silence.
3. Summer Nights
Written by He Qifang
Newly bathed in the June breeze of acacia blossoms,
your temples dripped with cool, smooth fragrance.
The round green shade of our sky,
The smile of a star is in your beautiful eyes.
The chrysanthemum sleeps in the dream of the green leaves,
and its fragrant breath is like the golden wings of the fireflies,
which fly along the shore of the lake, in the misty grass,
and swoop down to your knees, which are covered by your dress.
Your soft arms, like the fruitful vine,
wrapped around my neck, and whispered sweet whispers of red ripeness.
You said you heard the trembling beat of my chest.
As tree roots vibrate the earth in the hot summer night?
Yes, a new and strange tree grows within me,
and soon it will blossom red on my lips.
4, the heart of the lotus
Author: Ximurong
I, a blooming summer lotus,
How I wish,
You can see me now.
The wind and frost have not yet come to erode,
Autumn rain has not yet dripped,
The youthful season has left me again,
I have already been pavilion, not worrying, and not afraid.
Now, it is,
my most beautiful moment.
The door is locked,
After the fragrant smile,
who knows my lotus heart.
They are not destined for you,
either too early or
too late.
5, summer escape
Writer: Dickinson
Unconsciously, there is as sad,
summer even faded,
so difficult to detect, simply,
not like intentional absconding.
The shimmering light of evening begins early,
precipitating a silence,
or else a waning field,
secluding the afternoon y.
Dusk comes earlier than usual,
and the morning's luster is unfamiliar -
a formal and irritating demeanor,
like a guest about to leave.
As such, and without wings,
and without the labor of a canoe,
our summer escaped with light ease,
and disappeared into the realm of beauty.