立夏之后,天气渐热起来。南坡池塘里的蟹尚未黄,而作酒肴最佳的蚕豆也才刚刚吐了芽瓣。倒是黄山的明前茶采摘了,有人从南方捎了些来,放在黄泥色的小茶壶里,坐在瓜棚豆架下,安静地等待着小火炉子烧的泉水沸起来,好生沏了它喝。罗锅兄又来了信,还是催我为他写诗。 After the beginning of summer, the weather getting hot. The crab in the south slope pond has not yet been yellow, and the best broad bean for wine has just spit bud. It touches Huangshan Mingqiancha picking, someone took some from the south, on the yellow muddy teapot, sitting under the melon shed beans, quietly waiting for the small stove burned spring water boiling, good health and making It drinks. Luo Pan brother came again, or urging me to write poetry for him.