Is there any poem that describes the summer in Anhui Province?

Early Summer: Early Summer on the Pond Bai Juyi The water accumulates in the spring pond at night, and the summer trees flourish in the shade. The boat is like a wild ferry, and the hedge is like a river village. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. I have nothing to do, but to play with my little grandchildren. Early summer in a guest house Sima Guang In April, when the rain is clear and the sky is first clear, the southern mountain turns brightly when the house is open. No willow flakes rise in the wind, but sunflower blossoms are sunny. Early Summer Scroll Xu Curry The wind is blowing in the morning, and the lotus and the roses are gradually blooming. The green insect also learns from the dream of Zhuang Zhou, and turns into a nymphal butterfly flying in the southern garden. Early Summer Zhu Shujin Bamboo shakes and clear shadows cover the window, and two or two birds are noisy in the setting sun. The weather is getting longer and longer, but the begonias are full of flakes. Early Summer in Zhang Yuan Dai Min The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather of ripe plums is half sunny and cloudy. I was drunk in the east garden and the west garden, and I picked all the loquats. Yang Wanli, a young man who has been sleeping for the first time in early summer, has a plum that is sour and soft to the teeth, and a banana that is green and green to the window screen. When the day is long, I have no feeling to sleep, and I watch the children catching willow flowers. Early Summer in Huai'an Road Sadura Fish and shrimp are coming out of the net, plum and apricot are already on the branches. Fish and prawns are in their nets, plums and apricots are on their branches, and the rain is coming down. Early Summer Qian Qi Details Chu Maniac's life is full of hatred and love, and he seems to be sick and worried, which is exactly the devil. The flower calyx is lonely in the spring, but the leafy shade of the summer is already clear and peaceful. The yellow oriole and the yellow bird are shaking the deep trees, and the white beauty is wearing a purple robe. I can't read the poems in the army, but I pity the scenery. The first summer of the year, Lu Zhaolin was sitting in a quiet manor house, waiting for a high-flying guest. The waterfalls are full of autumn air, and the waterfalls are full of rainwater. The waterfall contains autumn air, and the hanging vines attract summer coolness. The waterfall contains autumn air, and the hanging vine leads to summer coolness. The seedling covers the whole length of the river, and the lotus covers the radius of the pond. I have been fishing with the green ghosts, and I have been flying with the white ducks. I know that you have revitalized the world, and that you will continue to be the heir to the sea. Early Summer Li Shimin Once spring and summer have changed, and birds and flowers have moved overnight. The sun and the shade of the leaves are deep and light, and the dawn and the evening are full of light smoke. The warblers are still singing in the hall, and the silk is netting the sky. The orchid's shadow is on my belt, and the grass is on my ribbon. The blue scales are frightened by anchorage, and the swallows dance in front of the eaves. Why should there be a mountain spring in Fenyang? The Love of My Heart Duan Kegi The rain was falling in the east wind curtain, and the plums were half-yellow. The Jade Hairpin is slightly awake from a drunken dream, but two or three branches are in bloom. The first time I slept, the dawn warbler cried. I'm tired of playing chess. The banana is newly bloomed, migrating to the lake and mountains, and the colorful brush is inscribed with poems. Summer: Summer in the Mountains Li Bai is lazy and naked in the green forest. I am naked in the green forest. I take off my scarf and hang it on the stone wall, and the top of the dewy roof is sprinkled with the pine breeze. Summer Night Sigh Du Fu The eternal sun is not to be lost, and the steam is poisonous to my intestines. The wind is floating in the air and blowing my clothes. The moon in the sky, the light in the forest. The night is short in midsummer, so I opened the pavilion to take in the coolness. I can see the slightest bit of light in the darkness, and the feathered insects are also flying. There are no big or small things, but they are always in their own way. I remember the Hogoshes, who guarded the border for years. They have to wash themselves and look at each other. They are always fighting for their lives, and their voices are heard in thousands of directions. Though I have been covered with purple, I might as well return to my hometown as early as possible. In the north city, the sad whistle is blowing and the storks and cranes are flying. I am so tired of being bored, and I am thinking fiercely about the time to be well. Dawn out of Jingci Temple Yang Wanli After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red. Summer Flower Ming Wei Yingwu Summer green has been dense, Zhu Calyx embellished bright fresh. It's the middle of the day, and the fire is burning. The winds are in a state of confusion, and the water has become a beautiful sight to behold. I've been looking at the words between the windows, and they're all in front of my eyes. Summer Day Wei Yingwu has already said that his heart is bitter and hurt, so how can the day go on forever? I've been sitting alone in the mountains, and I've realized that I'm going to be able to get rid of all my worries. I have been sitting alone in the mountains, and I have realized that I will be able to get rid of my worries, and I will be able to learn how to leave the empty world behind. It's easy to be a victim of accumulated customs, and it's difficult to rectify one's sorrows. Summer Day at the Mountain Pavilion Gao Pian The summer day is long with green trees, and the reflection of the building is in the pond. The crystal curtains are moving and the breeze is rising, and the roses are fragrant in the yard. Summer Day at Chegai Pavilion Cai Zhen paper screen stone road bamboo square bed, hand tired throw book afternoon dream long. Sleeping up and smiling alone, several fishing flutes in the Canglang. The summer of the provincial exams can be afraid (a poem by Zhang Ji) Church for the Heph temperature fan, hot summer Feedback. The fire is so powerful that it is very wild, and the scenery is so fearful that it is far away from the road. The potential for Xiang Yang Han, the work of the creation of the furnace. The city is forbidden to have a thousand candles, and the ecliptic is a lonely round. The falling light often empty woven mat, the afterglow rolls the sunset. How tired is the traveler, stumbling alone in the middle of the road. The wind and rain in midsummer is not over. Lu You, the South Stranger and the East Path are in their own bodies, and the yearly festivals are several times new. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get a good deal on this one, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this one. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The setting sun is even more depressed, and the shadow of the clear stream is reflected in the whole kudzu. The Moon in the West River - Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night Xin Qiji The bright moon startles the magpies on other branches, and the clear wind chirps the cicadas in the middle of the night. In the fragrance of rice flowers, I hear the sound of frogs. I'm not sure if I've ever heard of the sound of frogs, but I'm sure I've heard of the sound of frogs. In the old days, by the thatched store and the social forest, I suddenly saw the bridge over the stream when I turned to the other side of the road. Li Shangyin (李商隐) lives in a deep place overlooking the city, the spring is gone and the summer is still clear. God's will has mercy on the grass, and the earth is heavy with evening sunshine. The sky is clear in the evening, and the pavilion is very high, and the small window is bright. After the nests of the birds have dried up, the body will be lighter when they return to fly. The Song of Wu at Night Twenty Songs of Summer The high hall is not a wall, but invites the wind from all sides. The wind is blowing on all sides, and it is blowing the dresses open, making you smile. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it. I've been waiting for my husband to make up his face and face, but I've been waiting for him to make up his face. The beginning of spring is not happy, fall and winter are more miserable. *** play hot summer months, but also feel the two love harmony. The spring parting is still spring love, summer is still love more long. Who is going to lower the net for, when will the two pillows be available? The fan is folded and put on the bed, and I want to think of the wind coming from afar. The light sleeves brush the makeup, and the slender girl ascends to the high platform. The peaches have been eaten in the middle of the meal, and the man has given me a fan of happiness. I feel the same way, I want to see you in the orchid room. The silkworms have finished their work, but I miss my wife's suffering. In the summer, I made up linen clothes and sent them to the pedestrians. In the morning, I climbed onto the cool platform, and in the evening, I stayed in the orchid pond. I picked hibiscus in the moonlight and got lotus seeds every night. In the summer heat, there is no wind, and the summer clouds rise at dusk. Hand in hand under the dense leaves, floating melons and sinking plums. In the mid-summer month, I whistled at the edge of the lake. The hibiscus was beginning to bear leaves, and the flower was not yet a lotus. I saw Dai Qing Banner, and the three springs were already pouring in. The forest magpies have changed their tune, and the summer cicadas are chirping in the forest. Spring peaches are beginning to turn red, and I am afraid that you will scratch the color. The summer flowers have fallen, who will look for them again? In the past, we parted with the spring breeze, but now we are back with the summer clouds. The road is far, the sun and the moon are short, it is not me who is drowning. The green lotus covers the clear water, and the hibiscus is red and fresh. I want to pick me when I see you, and my heart wants to embrace the lotus. The hibiscus pond is surrounded by a vermilion hall with no walls. A bed of precious woven grass and jade is woven into a bed of love. The moon is in full bloom, and no one holds a fan. The fair lady of Yao Tai plays in the cool hall. In spring, the mulberry leaves are finished, and in summer, the silkworms are finished. The day and night are bound by the machine, and I know that I want to become a match as soon as possible. I know that the three summers have been hard, but today it is very hard. Scented towel whisked jade mat, *** Lang climbed the stairs to bed. Light clothing is not heavy color, so the wind is not cold. When will the three volts be over, so that you can make up for it? The summer is not a festival, a hundred worries are intertwined. Boating on the Hibiscus Lake, I think about the lotus seeds. Song of Wu at Night - Summer Song Author: Li Bai Mirror Lake is 300 miles away, and Nymphaea lotus blossoms. In the month of May, Nymphaea is picked by Xi Shi, and people are looking at it. The boat does not wait for the moon, but returns to the house of the king of Yue. Yang Wanli, "Seeing off Lin Zifang from the Temple of Pure Ci" After all, the West Lake is in the middle of June, and the scenery is not the same as that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red. Untitled Xie Lingyun The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not yet rested. The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the fragrant grass has not yet been rested. I'm tired of seeing Ying under the wall, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the end of the world. The river flows peacefully, and the sky is quiet. Sailing to pick up the stone Hua, hanging mat to pick up the sea moon. There is no end to the darkness, and the virtual boat has transcended. Zhonglian is light of Qi group, Zimou is fond of Wei Que. The name is not enough, and the self can be ignored. Please attach the words of Mr. Ren. The Wind and Lotus in the Courtyard [Ming] Wang Ying In ancient times, the Courtyard had a lotus pond on its pillow, and the winds passed by, making the fragrance of the brewing doubtful. The wind has been blowing and the fragrance is still brewing. I am honored to be drunk by the Fairy of the Waves, and I am afraid of the coolness of the new season. The Dream of the Red Mansion The parrot in the golden cage is calling for tea. The window is bright, the moon is shining, and the room is full of sandalwood clouds. The amber cup is filled with lotus dew, and the glass threshold is cooled by the willow wind. The water pavilion everywhere Qi dude move, curtain roll Zhu Lou strike evening makeup.