I woke up late when I was drunk at noon, and no one dreamed of surprises. Drop the subject
Song Liu Xueji
In the afternoon, it's cloudy and breezy in Xu Lai. Write on the wall
Zhangzi
In the afternoon, the smoke is greener, and the fish and tigers come out of the deep bushes. Yin Gui's Forty-eight Poems and His Twenty-eight Shajiting
Su Shi
In the afternoon, the curtain is quiet and the wind is fragrant. One of the five songs of Huang Taifei Pavilion
Zhou Bida
At noon, Fu Yande, the real person feels red and pure. Stick the pavilion of the second emperor on the Dragon Boat Festival (five years of cherishing spring)
The origin of midday sacrifice is heavy, and today it is a symbol of fire and prosperity. One of the Dragon Boat Festival stickers is Tai Shang Huang Di Ge (six years of Xi Chun)
Ouyang Xiu
At noon, the stars are right and the world is the same. Dragon boat festival post word emperor combined six second.
Jiang Teli
In the afternoon, new poems are missed, and the tide of heart calls for flying. Chen Jia entered poetry at the age of one, and Xiao Zong made it fresh. The next day, he announced Zhai Zhi's request for another poem.
Hong zikui
Little stars are like late autumn, and there is no heat in the afternoon. Falongzhou
redstone
Chun Qing is a hundred feet ahead. He slept three times in the afternoon. Panzhou mixed rhyme phoenix willow
He Zhu
The wind is fragrant and the trees are green, and you miss the oriole in the afternoon. And the Wang Wenju Pavilion in early summer.
Jia xuanweng
Leave him in Sheon, Abel Tamata. He hasn't woken up at noon. Wind and rain Gui Zhoutu 2
Time shift
Rain in the afternoon window, sweet dreams. An Su siesta
Kou Zhun
The flowers in the afternoon are cloudy and butterflies are flying in the spring breeze. spring
Huang tingjian
The autumn clothes are made by Ge, and the lunch is disgusting. One of Ji Lao's ten short poems, the second rhyme
Cheng Jue
The sunset is still at noon, and the spring breeze has come to midnight. end of the year
Qi Xie
Find a fighter from you, and there will be a wave of gold at midnight. Dai Cambodia wine
Shi Wenjun
There is no cloud in the middle of the night, and the moon is full and lonely. Fishing boat (2)
Shi zanning
I didn't apply at noon, but I did. Including the tidal climate in Zhejiang.
Park shougeng
If you can't dream in the afternoon, you will know that you are in a cage. On the theme of smelling birds in spring
Cai Shen
Under the north window of the south wind, I dreamed of listening to the afternoon whistle. Quatrain
bright
Deng Xiaoyun
Autumn clothes can make flies, and drunkenness in the afternoon can also feed them badly. Twenty-four of Jiang Shangxing's thirty songs.
Wu yubi
In the afternoon, the fork in the road came and the green hills were surrounded on all sides. Finlup
Pangsong
At midnight, the rainbow light leaks, and the rocks come out to watch the sea. Four cockscomb stones in Longchi Temple
Hu Yinglin
In the afternoon, it was sunny and Mr. Wang woke up. The theme of Ramadan.
The afternoon wind blows sandals, forgetting the sun and dusk alone. One of the five wonders of traveling alone in Lanyin Mountain in autumn is Lanyin Mountain.
Interpret this letter.
I rushed to read * * *, and the old monk slept all afternoon. Cambodia-Suzhou Building
Li minbiao
Leave a solitary pillow during lunch break, and the dust will fall here. Lu's "Xinwen Wenyuan" pavilion chants twelve eleven stone poems.
Li Suiqiu
Jiao Niang Gao Ji, Qing Sha takes a nap. Chen Hushun's Five Scenes of Gaodong, the fourth of which is Lv Yun Dui.
Late Ming and early Qing dynasty
Wang fuzhi
The afternoon is still sunny, and the purple light sets off the leaves. I have lived for 300 miles since I entered the mountain. There are small and medium-sized hills and valleys in the forest valley, and I feel happy. I have twenty-nine short poems (Geng Shou), one of which is Eleven Whistling Platforms.
Qing Dynasty-Huyuan
After the early dream in the afternoon, when the screen window sits alone. Wumeng
Late Republic of China and Early Contemporary China
Wu Weichun
In the afternoon, the dream is late at night, and the dream wakes up at sunset. Wumeng
2. Regarding the poem "Noon", Su Shunqin, the author of "Xiayi", was deeply impressed by "Summer Banquet". Pomegranates were everywhere.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. Appreciating Su Shunqin's poem "Summer Meaning", we can write a kind of quiet mood in the hot summer.
"Farewell hospital is deep in summer, Xia Ming": the word summer indicates the festival, and the words "Farewell hospital", "deep" and "bright" go deeper and deeper, forming a quiet atmosphere from the beginning. The other yard is the small yard next to the main yard.
Deep, it is said that this small courtyard is deep in the house and deep in the courtyard, with a winding path leading to a secluded place. In this extremely quiet environment, some people have a bamboo mat. Han Yu's poem "The Gift of Zheng Qun" once described the bamboo mat as "eight feet of wind blowing" and "a clear blow when in doubt".
"Summer mat is clear", which means that although it is midsummer, bamboo mats are cold in the depths of the yard. Deep is overlapping, deep and clear, with similar vowels and clear sound quality.
This gives people a cool and profound feeling not only from the image of words, but also from the image of music. "Pomegranate flowers are full of curtains": Inheriting the word "curtain", the porch spreads the Mingxia seats.
The poet lay on it and looked out, only seeing the pomegranate in full bloom, showing its bright charm through the curtain. Han Yu once said, "Liu Hua will shine brilliantly in May" ("Liu Hua"), but the second sentence changed its meaning, but added a heavy curtain.
Looking at pomegranate through the curtain, although the bonus is like fire, it is not harsh. Tao Yuanming has a saying: "Love the forest in front of the hall, and store shade in midsummer" (The Book of the Republic of China).
The third sentence of this poem is translated from Tao's poem, which says that although it is noon in midsummer, the yard is still clear, gloomy and cool. This sentence contrasts with the previous one. As you can imagine from the "shade everywhere", trees have become forests, not trees, but shade, which makes the yard cool and quiet.
What does the poet do in this quiet environment? It turned out that he had been comforted by the clear scenery in the yard. Although it was noon under the scorching sun, he was fast asleep. When he was "dreaming", he could only hear the crisp rhyme of one or two songbirds coming from the depths of the garden from time to time. It is the sound of warblers rather than orioles, which can not only see the shade of trees, but also reflect the deep tranquility of this small courtyard with the sound of whispering in silence.
Tonggong Mountain is more secluded. According to Wang Ji's poem "If you enter Ye Xi" in the Southern Dynasties, Wang Wei's "Wu Xinyi" says: "The birds are surprised when the moon rises, and the spring water rings when the moon rises." The artistic conception of the last sentence is similar to that of two poems.
3. Find some beautiful poems and sentences that describe noon: sunny noon, scorching sun noon, scorching sun noon, scorching sun, no wind, drooping leaves, screaming cicadas, the earth seems to be in a steamer, and no pedestrians can be seen on the road. Smoke curled up in the distance, and every household was cooking lunch, and plumes of smoke rose straight into the sky. I can't see any wind. At noon, the sun shines brightly on the leaves of the five grains. In the tree, cicadas are flapping their wings on the crops. At noon, the sun is scorching, and there is no wind. At noon, the yellow dog sticks out its tongue, the chicken hangs its wings and the cicada keeps barking, which makes people feel more bored. Gradually narrowed, it seems brighter, reflecting dazzling white light, which stung people's eyes. Paragraph: In the afternoon, the sky was blue and gray, and the fierce sun baked the ground boiling hot, and a south wind blew and rolled up a heat wave. Cicada calls "Know Know Know" and "Know Know Know" in the tree, and its voice is low and slow, like telling an old story. When talking happily about how the weather is conducive to rice heading, the birds in the forest are resting lazily in the trees, as if dreaming of a "bumper harvest". In midsummer, the wind doesn't blow, the birds don't crow, the cows don't move, the valley is dead silent/the heat at noon, there is not a cloud in the sky, there is not a breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/at noon, the sun is shining, and weeds are sleeping in the heat. The mirror-like water surface reflects strong sunlight, and the green willows and poplars on the shore cast a cool shadow on the river. In the hot noon sun, people are hiding in the house, and only thousands of cicadas are singing noisily in the branches. The midday sun shines vertically. The clear water surface of Huanglei River sparkles like carp, and the water vapor floats to the villages along the river with the breeze. The roof of the village is warm. It smells like dry coke. Cool and humid steam regulates the smell of dry coke, making people comfortable. Dusk in Camel Xiangzi: Summer dusk is warm and beautiful, like an elegant young woman; Wear colorful skirts, close your temples and gently hold them up; Elegant and elegant. The sky is light blue, and sometimes there are clouds, like white cotton wool. The breeze blows their soft bodies, singing softly and walking leisurely all the way. When you look down at the roadside, the grass is lush and the flowers are blooming, but when you look up again, the cotton-like white clouds have become "ponytails" and dispersed into the sky ... That flaming cloud covers the western sky like a colorful watercolor painting. At first, it was a goose yellow background, a faint orange red; Add a light blue ribbon on the orange-red basis; One end of the ribbon is full, and a wide bloody silk scarf is pulled to the horizon ... thus setting off the sunset more bright red and gorgeous. The distant mountains in the twilight are as magnificent as Adai. In the boundless space, I saw two poplars and pine trees standing on the top of the mountain. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, they were more vigorous and upright. Bang! Beautiful silhouette-tree: like a man with indomitable spirit, he walked into my "shutter" ... The mountains in the sunset are dignified and majestic, which makes me intoxicated and obsessed! As the night deepened, the sunset finally failed to stand the time and fell into the valley. The top of the mountain devours the last afterglow. Looking at the sunset, I sighed "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night". The beautiful sunset is so spectacular, but it is a flash in the pan. The day replaces the sun and the moon. What about life? Everyone is from childhood, youth, maturity to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it be so brilliant? Time flies, time flies, bloom flowers fall in spring, and youth will never come again! The night is getting dark. I don't know when the crescent moon has quietly hung in the sky. The lights are on and the neon lights are flashing. The corner with few pedestrians is crowded now. Usually afraid of crowds, I bent down and ran to the secluded path to go home. At this time, the streets are gradually buzzing and the traffic is busy. The metropolis was plunged into a prosperous night. I bypassed the bustling crowd and passed through the noise. There is a faint scent of grass here, a strong scent of cordate telosma here, and a charming fragrance floating in the evening breeze.