Modern poems about heat

1. Hot summer modern poetry

This hot summer

A mist and rain in Jiangnan

Write the scenery

My clothes got wet

I don’t believe in the oath of the wind

Listening to the sound of the waves

The dream under the pear tree

Who can get a few points

Looking back

Work continues

Life continues

I welcome the symphony of pots and pans

A raging fire burning with passion

Boiling a pot of soup

Only the fragrance overflows

The smile in the corner of the mouth

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Welcome and see you off

With spicy enthusiasm

For you

Cook a bowl of soup for the soul

This hot summer

A misty rain in Jiangnan

My eyes are blurred

My heart is moist

The artistic conception of Die Lianhua

Only the perfection of dreams

The lonely goose

Who understands the sorrow

Suddenly

The work continues

Life is still

Rowing a small boat

Ripples of graceful ripples

And a distant flute sound

Accompanying dance The pond is full of lotus

The afterglow of fallen green leaves

Smiling at yesterday’s blooming flowers

In this hot summer

A piece of The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River

The poetry is gorgeous

The loneliness is melancholy

The attachment that I have never had before

The drunken obsession

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There are countless sorrows in life that cannot be solved

In an instant

Work continues

Life remains

Who is destined? Whose destiny

Who has disillusioned whose dream

How many hardships of running around

The loneliness of endless prosperity

Gurgling Mountains and flowing water

Cannot wash away the luxury of singing and dancing birds

This hot summer

A misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River

Work continues

< p> Life is still 2. Modern people write ancient poems about hot weather

1. "Five Hot Poems" Song Dynasty Dai Xiuxiu

The world is a big kiln, and the charcoal is cooking in June.

Why should people complain about the heat when everything is made of pottery?

Looking at the autumn of Baigu, you have also grown up from the summer heat.

The water in the field is boiling like soup, and the sweat on the back is as wet as splashing.

Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still!

(The scorching hot weather is like a blazing charcoal kiln.)

2. "The Bitter Heat Journey" by Wang Hub of the Tang Dynasty

Zhu Rong came to the south to whip the fire dragon , the fire flag burned the sky red.

The sun's disk will not move away at noon, and all nations will be like being in a torrential furnace.

(The high-temperature environment is as hot as a large furnace)

3. "Bitter Heat" Southern Song Dynasty·Lu You

Ten thousand tiles and scales are like fire dragons, and the sun's chariot cannot move Beads of sweat melted.

Without the feathers and feathers outside, I sit in the steaming cauldron.

(The sun is so hot that people feel like they are sitting in a steamer, with sweat pouring from their bodies.)

4. "Midsummer Events" by Chao Buzhi of the Northern Song Dynasty

The red sunflower grows ears when it rains, and the green jujube branches are not weighed down by the wind.

When people are wet and sweaty, when cicadas are roaring in the forest.

(It was so hot that there was no breeze, the stone piers under the pillars were soaked, and the cicadas in the woods were howling like crazy due to the heat.)

5 , "Bitter Heat with Cai Zhongmou" Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty

The great heat exposes all things, and all things cannot escape. Those who are dry want to produce fire, and those who are liquid want to shed ointment.

Birds hate their feathers, animals hate their hair...

(The weather is so hot that the dry wood is about to catch fire, and the animals want to peel off their own fur. It is really hot.)

6. "The Journey of Bitter Heat" by Xiao Gang, Liang of the Southern Dynasties

The six dragons are not resting, and the scorching sun rises in three volts.

I am tired of sleeping with several cases, and I lean over the bed with tired curtains.

The sweat is like sweat, and the wind is like soup.

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7. "Summer in the Study Room" by Zheng Gangzhong of the Song Dynasty

May is hot and humid, and people say it is like steaming rice...

The birds are in the shade of the trees, and the water birds are in season Flying.

(In the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the summer is hot and humid, and people feel like they are steaming in a cooking pot.

Birds are hiding in the shade of the trees...)

8. "Drama" Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty

The illustrious Yanguan opened his umbrella and chirped at the Red Emperor riding a dragon.

Ander's thunder hits the nine places, causing rain to rise from thousands of peaks.

(Hot, looking forward to thunder and rain.)

9. "Bitter Heat" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The red sun fills the sky and the earth, and the fire clouds form mountains. The grass and trees are all burnt and curled up, and the rivers and lakes are all dried up.

The light Wan feels that the clothes are heavy, the dense trees are bitter and the shade is thin. Don't get close to me with a quilt, and I'll take three more quilts. < /p>

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty]" Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. "Little Pond" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" [Song Dynasty] Su Shi Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.

"Meng Xia" [Tang Dynasty] In Meng Xia in the south of the Jiayan River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" [Tang Dynasty] The tall green trees are shaded and the summer is long, and the tower is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.

"A Appointment" [Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy pond. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng has large golden plums, fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, snowy white cauliflowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Xiqing" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng's plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the big windows, and bamboo shoots are growing under the wall. It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.

"The Summer Pavilion is Huai Xin Da" [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. "Early Summer" [Song Dynasty] Sima Guang April is clear and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.

There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun. "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" [Song Dynasty] Li Chongyuan hunts cattails in the small pond, and after the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance.

The sunken plums and floating melons are ice-cold. Bamboo square bed, needlework and long afternoon dreams.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty]" Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake 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. "Little Pond" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving its clear and soft color.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" [Song Dynasty] Su Shi Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky. "Mengxia" [Tang Dynasty] In Mengxia in the south of Jiayan River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving.

The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" [Tang Dynasty] The tall green trees are shaded and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense. "A Appointment" [Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng has golden plums, fat apricots, and sparse wheat and white cauliflower flowers.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Xi Qing" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng's plum blossoms are ripe and falling in the big window, and bamboo shoots are growing under the wall.

It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep. "The South Pavilion Huai Xin Da in Summer" [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

"Early Summer" [Song Dynasty] Sima Guang April is clear and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan is clear. There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun.

"Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" [Song Dynasty] Li Chongyuan hunts cattails in the small pond, and after the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance. The sunken plums and floating melons are cool with ice and snow.

The square bamboo bed, with needlework and long afternoon dreams. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" [Song Dynasty] by Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. "Little Pond" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" [Song Dynasty] Su Shi Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.

"Meng Xia" [Tang Dynasty] In Meng Xia in the south of the Jiayan River, the bamboo shoots are like bamboo shoots. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" [Tang Dynasty] The tall green trees are shaded and the summer is long, and the tower is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.

"A Appointment" [Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds. I didn't come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall.

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng has big golden plums, fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, snowy white cauliflowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Xiqing" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng's plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the big windows, and bamboo shoots are growing under the wall. It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.

"The Summer Pavilion is Huai Xin Da" [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. "Early Summer" [Song Dynasty] Sima Guang April is clear and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan is clear.

There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun. "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" [Song Dynasty] Li Chongyuan hunts cattails in the small pond, and after the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance.

The sunken plums and floating melons are ice-cold. Bamboo square bed, needlework and long afternoon dreams.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple [Song Dynasty]" Yang Wanli After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are uniquely red. "Little Pond" [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" [Song Dynasty] Su Shi Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky. "Mengxia" [Tang Dynasty] In Mengxia in the south of Jiayan River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving.

The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" [Tang Dynasty] The tall green trees are shaded and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense. "A Appointment" [Song Dynasty] Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

I didn’t come over at midnight because I had an appointment, so I knocked on the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng has golden plums, fat apricots, and sparse wheat and white cauliflower flowers.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Xi Qing" [Song Dynasty] Fan Cheng's plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the big windows, and bamboo shoots are growing under the wall.

It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep. "The South Pavilion Huai Xin Da in Summer" [Tang Dynasty] Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

"Early Summer" [Song Dynasty] Sima Guang April is clear and the rain is clearing, and the weather in Nanshan is clear. There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun.

"Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" [Song Dynasty] Li Chongyuan hunts cattails in the small pond, and after the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance. The sunken plums and floating melons are cool with ice and snow.

Bamboo square bed, sighing about the Tang Dynasty on a summer night/Du Fu will never let the sun fall, the heat will poison my intestines. The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.

The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.

When the sky is bright and clear, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying. Things are not big or small, they adapt to their own conditions.

Remembering Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years. How can we wash each other's hands and look at each other with heat?

There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions. Although the body is blue and purple, it is better to return home early. 4. Write modern poems about summer

The rain cleans the midsummer sky

The faint blue reveals the loneliness all over the place

Pencil records the story of that year

The parting scene plays back like an old movie

You said I’m sorry and I love you and then shed tears

I’m at a loss what to do, the dream will be broken and the sorrow will linger

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The first summer after you left

I tried to use the most beautiful poems to record about you and me

But my fingertips were cold

Can’t write warm words

Oh baby, but I still don’t understand

I don’t understand why you chose to leave me, should I continue to wait

Indus leaves on the roadside The green moonlight is wandering outside the door again

One day the lost heart will come back 5. Modern poems describing summer are urgently needed

Summer poems

The rain washes away the midsummer sky

The faint blue reveals the loneliness all over the place

Pencil records the story of that year

The parting scene is played back like an old movie< /p>

You said I’m sorry and I love you and then shed tears

I’m at a loss what to do, let alone the dream will fade away and the sorrow will linger

The first summer after you left

I tried to use the most beautiful verses to record about you and me

But my fingertips were cold

I couldn’t write warm words

Oh baby, but I still don’t understand

I don’t understand why you chose to leave. Do you want to continue waiting?

The sycamore leaves on the roadside are floating and the green moonlight is lingering outside the door

< p> One day the lost heart will come back 6. Modern poetry describing summer (60 words)

The mainstream of modern poetry is new poetry, which also includes old-style poetry written by modern people, including poetry, lyrics and music.

New poetry is the product of the "May 4th" New Literature Movement, reflecting new life and expressing new thoughts and feelings.

The form of new poetry uses vernacular, breaks the shackles of the rhythm of old poetry, and creates many styles. Generally speaking, one pays attention to rhythm, which is called metrical poetry, and the other is relatively free, that is, free verse.