Five-rhythm poems on the beginning of summer 1
"Recalling the Brothers of the Capital on the Beginning of Summer" by Wei Yingwu
Change the order to read Fangchen, and the tiredness will last forever.
The summer trees have formed shade, and the public gate is quiet during the day.
The long wind begins to float in the pavilion, and the clouds pile up over the mountains.
When you think about the people who are away from home, you should also cherish the scenery.
"The Rhyme of Sitting as a Guest in the Summer in the Mountains" by Wen Suixiang
Returning to the Quanshi Country, the sun and the moon hit Xiweng.
The summer atmosphere is heavy at the bottom of the abyss, and everything is in spring.
Singing till the clouds are dark, drinking lightly is better than wearing a red dress.
The sound of strings is good, and the world is relieved from the wind.
"The Summer Pavilion is Huai Xin Da" by Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I sing and play the harp in my clothes, but I hate that I don’t know how to appreciate the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams in the middle of the night.
A trip to Pingquan in early summer
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Summer is growing early in the morning, and the south wind is fragrant with grass and trees.
The bridge is quite stable and the road is very cool.
Look at the purple ferns and pick them, and pick and taste the green plums.
Cure hunger and quench thirst with a cup of cold cloud syrup.
Summer in the Mountains
Cai Runan of the Ming Dynasty
A bottle opens the beginning of summer, and the falling flowers fly alone.
I can still hear birds in the secluded place, but Qinghe has not changed his clothes.
The green curtains and the shadows of the locust trees blend together, and the fragrant rice and medicinal seedlings are fertilized.
At the end of the day, Chaiguan is closed, and there are few passers-by at the silkworm house.
"The Beginning of Summer" by Lu You
The red flag was inserted into the gate of the city, and Dongjun returned in full force.
The swallows are noisy in the new nests in the mud, and the flowers are gone and the bees are few.
The shade of Sophora japonica and willow tree is dense at first, but the heat of the curtain is still light.
After bathing in the sun, try on unlined clothes skillfully.
"The Beginning of Summer"
Song Dynasty/Xue Cheng
Gradually I feel the scenery is bright, and slowly I see the trees are thick in color. Silkworms are weaving silkworms and silkworms are weaving silkworms. How can we say goodbye to Diaoqiu?
It is cool and beautiful, and it will be like swimming in the mountains. In the field reading place, there are thousands of new bamboo shoots. Five Rhythm Poems for the Beginning of Summer 2
Ruan Lang returns to the Beginning of Summer
Author/Mu Qiu
The leaves under the banana window are scrolled. The cherry leans shyly against the railing.
The sound of partridges looks forward to the Youth League. New lotus green water room.
Spring is gone and summer is beginning. The seal characters on the incense burner are broken.
Time passes by, cherishing beauty. The Chinese years will never come back again
Ruilongyin, returning home at the beginning of summer
Text/Fisherman
The road home. The countryside is full of timidity, the birds are singing and the trees are green.
The stream is still clear, with a few fish swimming around, and the place is peaceful.
Leaning on the door, you can have some memories of your childhood and enjoy the interesting things in the alley.
I once fought with grass and insects, my face was red and my ears were red, and I was silent for three days.
Looking for childhood leisure, a few locust trees dancing in the wind.
But looking at the pond in front of Liuqian, it looks like this.
Gaze at the green shadows and play in the water to know the twilight.
Who is accompanying me today? I shake bamboos by the pond and take a rest at the end of the village.
I sigh as the year passes in a hurry. Looking forward to the end of spring, adding chaos.
Three thousand strands of frost hair. People have been standing for a long time, when will it be sunny or rainy again?
It is not as good as a piece of countryside to care for thousands of miles.
Youth Tour · Beginning of Summer
Author/Li Yuqiang
The trees in the shady garden are covered with red flowers, and it is cold outside the curtain.
The shadows are blurred, the soul of spring is broken, and the remaining dreams are listening to the cuckoo's song.
When I heard that the first summer was coming today, I climbed up and looked out for a while.
Gulls and herons fly in the wind, the mountains and rivers are covered with greenery, and the mist dims the plains.
The Five Rows of Summer Songs
Author/Zhou Longjie
Early summer suddenly comes, and climbing the hill opens up your horizons.
The barren slopes store wild water, and the deep valleys contain acacia trees.
The sky is clear and the mind is broad, and the steps are clear and clear.
It is better to be proud of the forest springs and not to wander in the ravines.
The clouds are far away, and the wind is coming to the south.
The high and thorny place on the mountain is full of uncut wood.
Wujue Beginning of Summer
Author/Wen Fengwei
The orioles are tired on the branches, and the green shade is growing on the south wall.
Tossing and turning and sighing at the distant night, the lovesickness is beginning to grow.
The Five Wonders of Spring
Author/Wen Fengwei
Next to the water, flowers perch in the trees, and the wind catches the wind.
The place where spring comes to an end while boating is refreshing, ancient and modern.
Wujue's Return to Summer
Author/Wang Hangli
Outside the gray tile stone wall, beside the Chaimen path.
New branches welcome old guests, and the intention to return dyes the green hills.
Early Summer of Wulu
Author/Zhao Sheng
New greenery grows in Yanzhu, and the light shade melts into the shallow pond.
The orioles dislike the small green apricots, but the magpies like the fragrant wild berries.
In the poem, the spring night is short, but in the poem, the summer dream is long.
The green vines penetrate the bed, perhaps smelling the fragrance of books.
The scene of summer mountain residence in Wululi
Author/fisherman
At dusk, the creek is surrounded by green trees, and the setting sun shines through thousands of trees.
The wind blows over thousands of willows, and the fence covers half of the firewood.
Plowing butterflies in summer, plowing crape myrtle under the clouds.
The village is silent when people walk, and dogs bark before they know they are home.
The Five Rhythms of Beginning of Summer
Author/Woodcutter
The wind is gradually testing the strings, and the heat is already competing for the lead.
The scorching sun steams the plums and apricots, and the scorching waves cook the wheat fields.
Thousands of lamps are shaded by pomegranates, and thousands of rose thorns are burning.
Red lotuses sleep in the lush green, and swimming fish sleep under the leaves.
The Five Rhymes of the Wind
Author/Liu Dongjun
Returning from the spring, I walked on the flat sand for a long night.
The moon is in the water and the river is beautiful, and the flowers on the bank are fragrant.
The mood is not timid in the sky, and the shadow is not slanted when the eyes are closed.
Heaven and earth never grow old, time does not sigh by itself.
Wu Lv Early Summer
Author/Geng Shuling
The eyes are full of water, and the willows on both sides are lingering.
Looking at the boundless green in the distance, you can see a few beautiful spots up close.
The orioles sing under the mulberry trees, and the swallows play in front of the tile eaves.
The reds and purples are gone one after another, and the green mountains are full of admiration for sages.
Qilu spring and summer come together to look forward to each other
Author/Liu Dongjun
It just so happens that we are here to see the late spring, and we can see the clouds and dust in the sky.
The curved banks of Denghu Lake are old and windy, but the bamboo paths and flying rails are new and fragrant.
Be a spectator among the flowers at dusk, and be an expert on the mountain top in leisurely mood.
When the season changes, there are few fresh clothes. I have poems and books in my belly, but I don’t feel poor.
Qilu Li Xia Youji
Author/Jiang Zhen
The wind blows in the face, and the remaining red catkins fill the pavilion.
Thousands of mountains are paved with warm green grass, and thousands of spiritual green trees are dotted with locust trees.
The orioles sing in the forest and ask for friends early, and the butterflies play in the foreground to cherish the return of spring.
The time is easy to keep and it is difficult to keep old people. Zhong Lu adjusts the Yang and urges the time.
Qilu Beginning of Summer
Author/Zhang Hongquan
Spring has gone and all the remaining red flowers are gone, and the roses are full of green shade.
In the morning, the plum rain prompts poetry, and in the afternoon, poplar flowers play on the piano.
The blue water is clear and the sun shines brightly, and the green mountains are faintly covered with deep dusk clouds.
Write a piece of peaceful music in your spare time, and then send the wind to pursue your dream.
Qijue Late Spring Night
Author/Geng Shuling
There are long sparse shadows in front of the lonely window, and the roses are full of fragrance.
I am about to fall asleep due to fatigue and fatigue, and the sound of frogs in the pond is heard.
Qijue Summer Reading
Author/Lei Yin
The flower path is deep and the birds have just left, and the study is quiet and fragrant.
In the Rose Garden, children are busy in front of the court.