toss and turn restlessly
Sleepy but sleepless
A dog's day night
Suppress the people like monsters
Looking for the wind in every corner
The big cattail leaf fan shakes its arm and hurts.
The electric fan turned dizzy.
The air conditioner is buzzing and making a lot of noise.
The heart can hear the sound of wild grass growing.
You can hear insects singing at the root of the wall, and you can hear everything in nature.
In fact, they were driven away by the sound of evolution.
Leaving only the moonlight to smile faintly.
Summer wind
Get up early in the morning and wait for you.
Sleeping late at night is also to wait for you.
You are the dream girl I am waiting for.
Always land in a dream or wake up in the morning.
It's like waiting all my life.
But this is the moment of meeting.
Your touch slowly passed over my body, making me crazy.
Your coolness slowly moistens my skin and makes me intoxicated.
All the passions are eager to turn into ice in your kiss.
Without you, my anxious heart can't be calm.
You can hear the sound of wild grass growing.
You can hear insects singing at the root of the wall, and you can hear everything in nature.
In fact, they were driven away by the sound of evolution.
Leaving only the moonlight to smile faintly.
Lost summer
Summer fog
No detention area was found.
Attack the place where it is easiest to go deep.
The morning sun becomes hairy.
Its desire is brilliant and expansive.
Expand into a dazzling barrier
Reflected into uneasy white light.
The temptation of summer
Like the petals of corn poppy, like the texture of silk.
If you don't take care of it, it's not properly maintained.
Only a few days of gorgeous flowering.
I'm afraid people don't want to avoid it.
A man of spirit
I took a detour in an alley where moonlight couldn't get in.
Standing at the entrance of summer
It was a wind that swept across the water.
On the green lake
There is always a graceful figure.
There is always a clear rhyme and a faint fragrance that comes with the wind.
When the boat passes, the lotus moves.
Open those ancient and modern classics.
I savored it carefully and quietly.
Pay attention to the shyness swaying in the wind.
That pure white powder has a light blush.
Like the sky after rain, rainbow
Appear. And the sound of frogs.
And the glittering and translucent rocks on those broad leaves.
In summer, there is always a unique scenery.
There is always a feeling of infinite attachment!
farewell to summer
farewell to summer
Give your heart to autumn in summer.
Turn her into fruit
All the memories
It's all in there.
Autumn makes summer drunk.
Turn green into purple.
There is still a pool of autumn water.
But be quiet
For example, a girl of 18 years old
Pure and clear eyes
The lost dragonfly
Delicate flowers.
And the lingering love that summer.
Are concentrated in the seeds.
Waiting for the next summer
This summer
This summer
no longer
There is no night.
London sun
The moon accompanying Beijing
Watch the battle side by side.
Stadio Olimpico
Like a fierce battlefield
Smoke billowed.
Master of physical education
we
Cheer for you.
this evening
We didn't sleep.
Only hope.
Summer of filariasis
Filariasis in July
The city was destroyed by the heat wave.
A corner of sultry streets and alleys
A girl in a blue skirt.
seek
A touch of green
In the suburbs.
On the burning leaves.
A shepherd boy
Driving a flock of sheep like white clouds
Can't run far
A cool river
Summer morning
early in the morning
Cicadas blow their horns.
heat wave
Start pouring in
A still tree
Transpiration empties the mind.
Because I
The distant scenery is separated by windows.
Put it further away.
2. A modern poem describing summer, the light blue night overflows into the window, the summer is too full of fireflies' small palace lanterns, I dream of the Tang Palace, the fan chasing light, another summer night, the funeral of a star, the extension and extinction of a flash, your sigh, my review and a moment of silence. "Wild Grapes" Where can I wait for hope except in summer? Green is everywhere, and the wind can't blow the waves. A few strings of full thoughts climb high, so that all the forces can be dispersed in a wide area as much as possible. Shan Ye wants you to pick black and bright eyes ——————————— "The Charm of Summer" I, the courtyard of summer sound is open. Who's outside the patio? The humid voice of summer calls me? In the kneading of the sound, something of mine warmed the three seasons. A season broke out. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am very soft in summer. I accepted the hint of breaking the imprisonment again and again. I am accumulating in my mind over and over again, ready to speak the language. I am eager to get lost in summer and forget the way when I came. Listen to the man who tripped in summer. Sigh 2. "Planting trees in summer" My palms are wet, so I climb on the grass to plant trees in summer. A tree that blows with its own branches and leaves, a tree that grew up in a hug, shed tears on the crown of the tree and buried a sigh in the middle of the root tree, which is a yearning for people. It disappeared during the day, and the starlight and new moon lit up the trees at night. Because it was planted in summer, I learned code words and expressed myself only by shaking branches. "Lake of Summer" has a kind of happiness called being conquered, and a kind of feeling called being on the road. There is a season called summer. There is a beautiful lake called summer. The lake in summer is very quiet, almost silent. The lake in summer is beautiful, almost looking up. It's like stroking your skin and swimming in the lake. Summer makes the lake mysterious, and some talking fish are swimming. Summer makes the lake grass flourish, and there are also some traps for desire. Summer makes this lake charming. Women walk around the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, light moves in front of them. Light attracts light and overflows another lake, forming another kind of beauty. In fact, the things that are deliberately pursued have long disappeared, whether in summer or winter —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————. We are happy lovers with tacit understanding. I have a great feeling of reading. We are quiet in the summer wind. My imagination is intoxicating. Romantic, I guess. There are many kinds of customs in Yuan Ye in summer. I like water as an emotion. 2. Sitting in the summer moonlight, waiting for you. Summer is coming to an end. You whispered to me in the distance. Summer is bitter and I look forward to waiting for you. Sitting in the moonlight in summer, the clouds can't be erased. My heart can't be quiet and infatuated. When can I see the back of your trip? I walked into the depths of Yuan Ye and into your mind. I silently felt the weight of time and refused to leave for a long time.
3. Recommend some modern poems about flowers 1, Zhang Yanjun's Wild Chrysanthemum.
Grind a pool of autumn frost into ink
October sunshine
Draw a picture of lovesickness
Seasonal agreement
transmit
After 300 days of wind and rain.
Youth watches the golden autumn.
I remembered the lingering fragrance and sleeves.
The wind kisses the sunset.
The valley echoed in southern Hunan minor
A wisp of cloud LAN
harvest
Golden hills
Dream of walking freely.
Love is sealed by ice and snow.
Silent bottleneck
Catch the warmth of the branches.
Ku Rong Tongxin
be mutually dependent
Waiting for a skyfire to burn out the sad autumn.
Listen to the thunder, and the green wind will sweep the east.
2, "Li Qixiang" Author: Xi Murong
This stream is eager to flow to the ocean.
The tide is eager to return to land.
In front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers
I waved goodbye so easily.
After 20 years of changes,
Our souls come back every night.
When the breeze blows.
It became a garden full of fragrance.
3, "A Plum Blossom" by Joe
a plum blossom
Open in the snow
a bitter north wind howls
a plum blossom
Open in the blurred night
Cold light and cold
Like-
Vast and boundless wonders
A tearful bud
a plum blossom
a painting
4, "A Flowering Tree" Author: Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
5. Zou Jun's "Iris, Iris"
Walking through the alley in the morning,
I saw someone smiling in the corner.
Purple face,
There is a clean enchanting.
Dare not disturb the peace,
The footsteps became very light.
Looking back from a distance,
Iraqis are still standing in the dew.
4. Complete modern poems about summer 1. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
3. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
4. The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
1. From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent because they can't stand the thin water flow, and the shade reflects the water because it likes sunny days and the softness of the wind.
The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the sharp corner of the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stood on it early.
2. From the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli
The scenery of the West Lake in June is different from other seasons: the dense lotus leaves spread layer by layer, connected with the blue sky, and endless green; Graceful lotus flowers are in full bloom, especially bright and red under the sunshine.
3. From the Song Dynasty poet Su Shi
On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with water waves. In the sunshine, radiant, beautiful. When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful.
If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.
4. From the Tang Dynasty poets.
The trees are lush and dark, the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.
The water curtain shakes and the breeze blows, and the roses are full of fragrance.
5. From the Song Dynasty poet Zhao Shixiu.
Mei Huangshi, every family is shrouded in rain, and there are bursts of frogs on the edge of the grassy pond.
It's past midnight and the invited guests haven't come yet. When I lit the oil lamp, I beat the chess piece bored and broke the knot on the wick.
5. The modern poem about flowers is 1, and the topic is snow fishing in Hanjiang River.
Modern: Shi Jing 'an
Banqiao east fishing, cold snow.
Cold water doesn't flow, but fish chew plum blossoms.
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The fisherman was fishing in the east of Banqiao, and the thick snow accumulated on the hemp fiber, which made him feel extremely cold.
The water on the river froze and stopped flowing. The fish under the water is hidden in the reflection of plum blossoms, as if chewing plum blossoms for fun.
2. The flowers in Yulou Spring Xiyuan can be swept deep.
Modern times: Wang Guowei
The flowers in the West Garden are deep enough to be swept away, and it's so sloppy when passing by. No one was there when I opened the business, but today I was angry and shook down long ago.
Yesterday, however, I took Xishan Road, and the flowers were still in the mountains. Several peaks and rain set off the sunset, and the azaleas that stretched for miles were burning like red.
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The flowers in the West Garden fell on the thick ground, and the flowering period of the flowers was very short, and it passed quickly. When it is in full bloom, it is lonely, but no one finds it; It happened that after it withered, it caused people's sadness.
I went to Xishan yesterday, and the flowers on the mountain are still in bloom. On the one hand, the peaks are still bearing the afterglow of the wind and rain, and on the other hand, thick clouds are scattered in the sky, revealing the sunset glow.
Hua Lian Yanji is fifteen years old.
Modern times: Wang Guowei
My gentle and graceful Yanji is fifteen years old and used to dragging her feet and not walking a few steps. Unity is strength, and the world is like dust.
A tree is full of graceful flowers. Besides nature, I want to give it to you. Wuniang personally praised the dance, but unfortunately she was always missed by her waist.
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This dignified northern woman is fifteen years old. She often wears long skirts and doesn't deliberately shake her feet. She can look back and smile in the crowd and make other women pale.
The graceful tree only blooms, but I can't find the right words to praise her except nature. It's a pity that Wu women are good at dancing, but they are too delicate and fly in the ointment.
4. Yulouchun, this year's flowers are hanging down.
Modern times: Wang Guowei
This year's flowers are hanging down, and it should be even more so next year. There are many teenagers who look at flowers, but I'm afraid the teenagers are not mine.
I advise you not to respect the old and love the young and get drunk. Look at the flowers on the tree today, not last year.
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Bloom will gradually pass this year, and bloom should be more prosperous next year. There are always many young people coming to see flowers. I am afraid that teenagers will die easily and I am no longer young.
Warning everyone not to hate too much wine in the cup. If you are drunk, you might as well rest in the shade. Look at the flowers on the branches today. They are not the same people as last year.
4. Seven Laws and Clouds in Winter
Modern: Mao Zedong
Like cotton fluff, winter clouds are tightly pressed by snow; Now all the flowers have fallen, and few people are still in bloom for a while.
The sky is high and the cold current is urgent, and the earth is slightly warm.
Unique heroes drive tigers and leopards, no heroes are afraid of bears.
Even plum blossoms welcome snowflakes all over the sky. No wonder flies freeze to death down there.
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Heavy snow is pressing the winter clouds, snowflakes are flying and all colors fade in an instant. At the moment when the dark clouds are rolling and the cold current is surging, a little warm air will blow away the severe winter.
Heroes face tigers, leopards and bears, and their ambitions are hard to pay. In the face of heavy snow, plum blossoms are not afraid of cold at all, but will only freeze those weak flies to death.
6. Modern Poetry about Summer 1, Early Summer
Author: Gu Cheng
The dark clouds are clearing away,
I jumped out of the round window of the moon,
Skip a piece,
Beautiful and quiet water.
Back in the village,
On the new mud wall,
The grass began to grow,
Every wooden door,
They are all new,
As clean as acacia flowers.
Enough paper is silent,
Like a blank envelope,
Don't believe me,
And don't trust others,
Put those who haven't woken up,
Sophora japonica flower,
Insert a pair of knockers.
Let the beginning of all stories,
Full of fragrance and surprise.
As the morning approaches,
Climb the tree quickly.
I took off my straw hat,
Take off the habit coat,
Become a,
Light green cicada,
Yes, I want to scream,
The rooster is old,
Pale feathers hang down.
All the little girls who get up early,
Will go to the fields,
Picking the leftovers of spring,
Red cherry,
Smile.
2. A summer night in the mountains
Author: Lin
One summer night, in the mountains,
Like no bottom;
Shadows, dense pine forests;
There is no light around.
There is only one lamp shining on this mountain-two lamps,
Like the eyes of the night, the eyes of the night are watching
The wind is crawling all over the mountain,
Like to walk;
Hiding in the branches and leaves everywhere,
There are silent meadows everywhere.
Just running water, constantly flowing in the valley,
Stone's heart and mouth are singing.
Even if it is static electricity, under the cover,
Like soft curtains.
The problem is gone, in the four corners,
Fuzzy, is this a dream snooping?
The night elephant prayed and silently looked forward to it.
Deep and gloomy piety spreads in silence.
3. Summer nights
Author: He Qifang
I was bathed in the breeze of locust trees in June,
Your sideburns are dripping with cool and smooth fragrance.
The round shade is our sky,
There is a star-like smile in your eyes.
Chrysanthemum sleeps quietly in the dream of green leaves,
Its fragrant smell is like the golden wings of fireflies.
Flying by the lake, flying on the blurred grass,
Gently cover the skirt and jump on your lap.
Your soft arms are like vines,
Put your arms around my neck and whisper to me in a sweet and mature voice.
You said you heard the tremor in my chest.
Like roots shaking the soil on a hot summer night?
Yes, a new strange tree has grown in my heart.
Red flowers will bloom on my lips soon.
4, the heart of the lotus
Author: Xi Murong
I am a blooming summer lotus,
How I wish,
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not to be eroded,
The autumn rain did not fall,
The green season has left me again,
I am elegant, not worried or afraid.
Now, to be exact,
My most beautiful moment.
The heavy door was locked,
After the fragrant smile,
Who knows what I am thinking?
You don't have a chance,
Either come too early, or,
It is too late.
5. Escape in summer
Author: Dickinson
Unconsciously, like sadness,
Summer is over,
So hard to detect, almost,
It doesn't look like a deliberate escape.
Dawn started early,
There was silence,
Otherwise, it is a thin field,
In the afternoon, I will be deeply confined.
Dusk comes earlier than before,
The glory of the morning is strange-
A formal and annoying way,
Like a guest who is about to leave.
Like this, without wings,
I don't want to send a boat,
Our summer is easy to escape,
Lost in beauty.
7. Find some poems about flowers. Modern poetry can also be prose.
Guilt about flowers
There are many flower farmers.
Every household seems to have as few as one or two pots, and as many as seven or eight pots of flowers, not rubber trees, but spring taro, chlorophytum and rose; Either in the living room, on the balcony or in a corner of the bedroom. When guests come, they have to show their love for Hua Zhen. But I found that in their eyes, flowers are just a decoration.
Decorations such as floor lamps are placed in the living room. Although they water it, loosen the soil and fertilize it, it's no different from taking a rag to wipe the dust off the furniture, because in their hearts, flowers and furniture are just decorating their homes, and they don't get spiritual pleasure and enjoyment from the details of raising a pot of flowers. Faced with a potted flower, they put it here or there in their hearts, considering whether it will make their home rich or elegant. They only value the decoration of flowers, but ignore the life of flowers. This kind of neglect makes the flowers kept at home like caged birds, such as the "mistress" that the rich now keep, and lose themselves! Such a flower farmer does not deserve to be called a flower farmer!
Flowers have a deeper essence.
Let me talk about a thing related to flowers first. Once when I went to the countryside, my host had a small garden made of adobe. It's simple, but the flowers in it are in full bloom and there are many samples. At that time, I thought a blooming Chinese rose was beautiful, so I wanted to reach out and touch it. I didn't choose it on purpose. Unexpectedly, the hostess stopped me without considering that I was a guest. "Don't touch it, it will hurt." I was deeply moved by this meaningful sentence that she casually said. There are some things about flowers that I haven't understood for a long time, and I seem to understand them at once. Later, I understood with this sentence that a flower also has its feelings, temperament, personality and emotions.
It even said that it is exactly like us and has its own privacy. Why do we dare not reach out to a beautiful strange woman, but we have such thoughts and desires in the face of a flower? I think it's because we only regard it as a plant, and it's just an ornament used to decorate our room. This is our shallowness. In fact, we respect and cherish life by raising flowers, just like we raise our own children. Therefore, people who really love flowers will not easily give away their carefully cared flowers-what is the difference between this and giving their children to others?
To love a flower is to love life; Loving life means loving yourself.
8. Writing Summer Flowers Poems-Appreciation of the ancient poem "Summer Poems"
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. -"Look at cutting wheat"
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. -"yat sen villa"
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. -"Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea"
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer. -"Xi Qing"
Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village, and Xiajiang Village is quiet. -"Village"
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is cute. -"A Dark Day in March"
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -"Little Pool"
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. -"About"
The mountains and plains are all green, and the sound of Zigui is raining like smoke. -April in the country
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -"Dawn in Jingci Temple"
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -"Xijiang Moon"
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. -"Mountain Pavilion Summer"
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. -"Passing the Old Village"
The diameter of poplar flowers is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are stacked with green money. -"Wandering in Queque"
In May, the Matsushita Cottage was cool and pleasant, and the white sand enveloped Tingzhou and the lush forests in the distance in the twilight, showing a vast gray. -"Governing the Landscape of Sichuan"
Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. -"Jiangcun"
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. -"Looking at the Lake Building Drunk Book"
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air. -"Nap from Early Summer"
Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days. -"the scene"
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. -"quatrains in early summer"
Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers. "Early summer is the most important thing."
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. -"Drinking on the Lake"
The shade does not reduce the road, but adds four or five orioles. -"Three Roads in the Road"
The summer in Yongzhou was wet and hot, so that the man dozed off drunk, pushed open the north window and had a long sleep. -"Occasionally Summer and Day"
There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. -"Early Summer in the Guest"
One night, the rain became a dream, and Qiu Lai was given a lotus leaf. -"Summer Miscellanies"
The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate. -"After the Summer Rain"
The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool. -"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance. -"Cool"
Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. -"Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. -"Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. -"Summer Meaning"
When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. -"early summer seclusion"
Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest. -"Summer Mountain"
Paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands throwing books, long dreams in the afternoon. -Summer Boarding
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9. Modern Poetry about Summer: The Invasion of Summer
This is a reed bur in midsummer,
It was a time of youth and arrogance.
The reeds sway with the wind and smell of summer.
Youth cried, laughed and passed away in the romantic summer. . ..
The wind, pouring into the long corridor,
Lift up our skirts,
Blow out our hair,
Dissolve our lollipops.
The twinkling clouds suppressed this parting moment.
The air is filled with faint.
Sad and annoying heat,
Like, coffee and fine sugar are dissolved together.
Hurt summer, summer defies.
The author is myself.
10. Modern poems describing midsummer and summer,
that night
Ivy has covered my window lattice.
Outside the window is a warm sunset.
And smiling faces like flowers.
high summer
that night
The withered violets exude fragrance.
There is my collection of poems on the desktop.
And poetic wind chimes.
high summer
that night
Pigeons fly freely in the sky
The sunset glow in the twilight
Blood dripped on this land.
high summer
that night
Street dance twisted its limbs wildly.
The standard quietly landed.
The air is as sweet as spirits.
high summer
that night
Lonely teenagers wander in the fantasy world.
A diligent gardener
Still in the garden full of plastic flowers
(of a person) sweating