Shen Yuan's poem: Xiao Xia
The weather is sunny and rainy, and the hot wind is coming, and the stars are moving to the summer.
The moonlight peep window is exposed, and the alleys are moss.
The crickets lying on the wall add to the boredom, and the drums and frogs dodge the thunderstorm.
Sit leisurely and listen to the spring language, half of the placket is full of poetry.
