Mei Yu's poems

(The first song)

Deep in the yard, there is a heavy door hanging on the door, and the water drop screen window is also whispering.

Yunxiu's throat is astringent, leaving tears several times.

Who can complain when you are sad? Acacia overflows in two places.

The plum blossom season is like rain, and plain paper is sent to dusk.

(the second song)

Meiyu continued to reduce heat flow, and both sides of Shantou River expanded fields.

The wind shakes the rice waves, and the lotus flowers are thick in the sun.

Laoyan's nest plays happily, and the worker bees make honey and sing to each other.

In June, the countryside was plowed urgently, and there was no end to the struggle between Yuan and Ye for iron cows.

(The third song)

Looking at the railing, there are clouds and smoke, and the curtains are wet by the rain.

Liu Xia smiled and the pool was full of smiles.

The lush flowers don't sing like cicadas, but the delicate flowers move with the wings of swallows.

When I wake up, the plums are ripe and my homesickness is so fresh.

(the fourth song)

In the Huangmei season in Jiang Nanyu, thin reeds fill the lake.

The old man looked out of the window from a distance, while the children were paddling by the stream.

The sound of the waves is still moving, and the poetry is new.

Three glasses of turbid wine lead the way, and you are drunk in front of the lamp.