Answer: Poems about the arrival of summer
1. The plum leaves the teeth sore, and the plantains are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers. ——Yang Wanli's "Two Poems on Taking a Nap in Early Summer·One"
2. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always appropriate to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. ——"Drinking in the Early Sunny on the Lake"
3. The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings. People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, but heaven will not hesitate to dry them up. There is snow at the height of Kunlun, and it is always cold as far as Penglai. If you can't carry the world with you, why bother to swim in it? - Wang Ling's "Summer, Drought and Bitter Heat"
4. The rain is thin on the wall, and the grass is hanging down, and the wind is blowing on the water and the flowers are falling. ——"Summer Inscription on the Veteran Lin Pavilion" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
5. The sound of rain all night cooled my dreams, and autumn came on thousands of lotus leaves. ——"Miscellaneous Poems in Summer"
6. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are densely populated with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. ——"Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night"
7. The beautiful scenery is full of candles in the spring, and the clear clouds are clear for the first time in summer. ——Wang Sengru, "The Banquet" of Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties
8. The swallows in Liang Shang come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. ——"Jiangcun"
9. Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant. ——Qin Guan, Song Dynasty, "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March"
10. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. ——"Walking off to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli
11. The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring. ——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe"
12. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. ——"The Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer"
13. There is snow at the height of Kunlun, and it is always cold as far as Penglai. ——"Summer, Drought and Bitter Heat"
14. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. The swallows on the beams come and go, and the gulls in the water are close to each other. The old wife draws paper to make a chess game, while the child knocks needles to make a fishing hook. But if there are old friends offering rice, what more can I ask for in addition to a small body? - Du Fu's "Jiangcun"
15. The wheat ripens in the wind, and the plum blossoms turn yellow in the rain. ——Northern Zhou Dynasty·Yu Xin's "Fenghe Summer Response"
16. Lazy shaking the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze. ——Li Bai's "Summer in the Mountains"
17. The bright moon scares the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. ——Xin Qiji's "Moon on the Xijiang River·Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night"
18. On a sunny day, the warm wind makes the wheat gas grow, and when the green shade and grass are more beautiful than the flowers. ——Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Early Summer Events"
19. Paper screen stone pillow pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands throw books and long afternoon dreams. When I woke up, I smiled alone, and several fishing flutes played in the waves. ——Cai Que's "Summer Boarding Pavilion"
20. Poplar flowers are spread on white felt along the path, and green coins are stacked on lotus leaves by the stream. No one can see the young children on the bamboo shoots, and the chicks sleep next to their mothers on the sand.
——Du Fu's "Seven of Nine Quatrains"