The poems about the hot summer are as follows:
1. The wind blows on the ancient trees, it rains on sunny days, and the moon shines on the flat sand and there is frost on summer nights. ——Bai Juyi's "Jianglou Looking at the Guests at Dusk"
2. The flowers are like brocade in spring, and the leaves are like curtains in summer. ——Li Shuang's "Fragrant Tree"
3. The cloudy atmosphere of summer begins, and the clouds and autumn scenery begin. ——"Sending Liu Shifu" written by Han Yu
4. The plums are green, the plums are yellow, the vegetables, fat and wheat are ripe, and I am busy raising silkworms. ——Zhu Yunming's "Walking in the Mountains in the First Summer"
5. The wind is old and the orioles are young, the rain is fattening the plums, and the afternoon shadow is full of beautiful trees. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Fang·Summer Lishui Wuxiang Mountain Work"
6. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. ——Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh"
7. On a hot summer day, sunflowers bloom, and fragrant lotus flowers spread all over the place. ——Bai Pu's "Deshengle·Xia"
8. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. ——Li Shangyin's "Late Sunny"
9. There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun. ——Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guesthouse"
10. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. The water is flooded in the morning and evening, and the clouds rise and fall repeatedly. The Zhou Dynasty was tired of reading, and the situation was poor. The flow behind Sichuan is peaceful, but there is no calm in the sky. ——Xie Lingyun's "Sail on a Red Rock"
11. Sunken plums and floating melons are as cold as ice and snow. Li Chongyuan's "Recalling the Poems of Wang Sun Xia"
12. The rain is drizzling on the wall, and the grass is hanging down, and the wind blows back and the flowers are falling on the water surface. ——"Summer Inscription on the Veteran's Lin Pavilion" by Zhang Wei
13. The clouds are gathering and the rain is passing by. The buildings are high, the water is cold, the melons are sweet, and the green trees are hanging down with painted eaves. ——Bai Pu's "Tianjingsha·Xia"
14. Nanzhou is as drunk as wine in the hot summer, and it is almost as if it is a deep sleep and the north is opened. At noon, I slept alone without any sound. The mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo. ——"Xia Zongyuan" written by Liu Zongyuan
15. Wipe the book window into the long summer, and try to comment on sinking plums and floating melons.