A misty rain in Jiangnan
Write only scenery
Wet a skirt
An oath of unbelief
Listen to the sound of the waves
Dream under the pear tree
Who can get some points?
look back
The work is still going on
Life remains the same.
I welcome the symphony of pots and pans.
molten passion
Boil a pot of soup
But full of fragrance
The smile on your lips
See me off from south to north.
With strong enthusiasm
for you
Cook a bowl of soup for the soul.
This hot summer
A misty rain in Jiangnan
blink
Nourish the heart
Artistic conception of Liang Zhu
Only the perfection of dreams.
A lonely goose
Who can solve sadness?
Sudan sword
The work is still going on
Life remains the same.
Canoeing
Ripples and ripples
And the flute of parting.
Dancing lotus in the pool
Fall into the afterglow of green leaves
Laugh at yesterday's flowers.
This hot summer
Misty rain in Jiangnan
Gorgeous poetry
Lonely and melancholy
Never been in love.
For a drunken fanatic
Can't solve the thousand worries of life geometry
instant
The work is still going on
Life remains the same.
Whose fate is whose fate.
Who disillusioned whose dreams?
How many hardships of running around.
Can't melt the prosperity and loneliness.
A gurgling landscape
Can't wash away the luxury of singing and dancing.
This hot summer
Misty rain in Jiangnan
The work is still going on
Life remains the same.
2. Modern people write ancient poems 1 Hot weather, Five Hot Poems in Fugu, Dai Song.
There are big kilns in heaven and earth, and charcoal ripens in June.
Everything is this Tao Rong. Why do people complain about the heat?
Look at the autumn colors of the hundred valleys, and they also bear fruit from summer.
The water in the field boils like soup, and the sweat on my back splashes.
Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down and I dare to eat!
Hot weather is like a burning charcoal kiln. )
2, "Bitter Travel Notes" Tang Wanggu
Zhu Rongnan whipped the dragon, and the flame of the fire flag burned the sky red.
The sun doesn't set at noon, and all countries are in the stove.
(The high temperature environment is as hot as a big stove)
3, "Bitter fever" Southern Song Dynasty land tour
If the scale of ten thousand watts is a fire dragon, Japanese cars will not move and sweat.
Feather has no reason, I sit in a steaming pot.
The scorching sun makes people feel like sitting in a steamer and sweating. )
4, "Summer is a thing" Northern Song Dynasty Chao Bu Zhi
Red sunflower has long ears in rain, and green jujube has no wind pressure branches.
When people are wet and sweaty, when cicadas are steaming.
The weather is sultry and windless, the stone piers under the pillars of the house are soaked, and the cicadas in the Woods are screaming wildly because of the steaming heat. )
5, "Fighting with Cai Zhongmou" Yao Chen, Song Mei
The high temperature exposes everything, and nothing can escape. Dry people want to get out of the fire, while liquid people want to shed ointment.
Birds hate their feathers, and animals hate their hair. ...
It's too hot, dry wood will catch fire, and animals want to skin themselves. The weather is very hot. )
6, "Bitter and Hot Travel" Southern Liang Xiaogang
Six dragons swim endlessly, and the sun rises in dog days.
Sleeping is annoying in a few cases and the bed is very tired.
Sweat like rain, wind like soup.
The sun god was dragged by six dragons in the sky, and the mattress burned like a fire, hoping that the wind would blow quickly, but even if it came, it was like cooking soup. )
7. "Summer of Learning" Zheng Song Zhong Gang
May is hot and humid, and people call it steaming. ...
Birds have beautiful shadows. Waterbirds fly as soon as they fly.
(In the fifth month of the lunar calendar, it is hot and humid, and people are steaming in a cooking cage. Birds hide in the shade ...)
8. "Summer of Drama" Fan Song Chengda
Hehe, Zhang An umbrella in Yan Guan, twittering and Chi Di riding a dragon.
Andrew thunder nine places, will make the rain rise by a thousand peaks.
It's very hot, I hope it will thunder and rain. )
9, "Bitter Heat" Tang
The sun is all over the sky, and the fire clouds are like mountains. All the plants and trees were burnt and all the rivers dried up.
Lightness makes clothes heavy, and dense trees are bitter and thin. You can't go near it, and then you can't go near it.
Think outside the universe and become broad. ...
It's terribly hot and anxious. I really want to cool off in the universe. )
3. A modern poem describing summer, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends a message to Lin Zifang [Song] and Yang Wanli", after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. "Xiaochi" [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be fine and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
"Drunken Book on Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" [Song] Su Shi's dark clouds do not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
"[Tang] Jia Jian" Jiangnan Ji ",Ci bamboo shoots and other editors. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Summer in the mountain pavilion [Tang] The tall trees are dark green, the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole frame is fragrant.
"About" [Song] It rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, 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.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
"Xiaoyao Sunny" [Song] In Fan Chengda, plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall. I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
In summer, I was thinking about Xin [Tang] Meng Haoran and the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west in Nanting, and the moon rose from the lake. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. "Early Summer" [Song] Sima Guang In April, it was clear and rainy, and every household in Nanshan was clear.
There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. "Memories of the King" [Song] Hunting a small pond, lotus flowers filled the courtyard after the rain.
The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow. Bamboo square bed, needlework is unintentional, and dreams are long in the afternoon.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. "Xiaochi" [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be fine and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. "Drunken Book on Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" [Song] Su Shi's dark clouds do not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. "[Tang] Jia Jian" Jiangnan Ji ",Ci bamboo shoots and other editors.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. Summer in the mountain pavilion [Tang] The tall trees are dark green, the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool.
The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole frame is fragrant. "About" [Song] It rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, 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. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. "Xiaoyao Sunny" [Song] In Fan Chengda, plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer. In summer, I was thinking about Xin [Tang] Meng Haoran and the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west in Nanting, and the moon rose from the lake.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
"Early Summer" [Song] Sima Guang In April, it was clear and rainy, and every household in Nanshan was clear. There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.
"Memories of the King" [Song] Hunting a small pond, lotus flowers filled the courtyard after the rain. The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow.
Bamboo square bed, needlework is unintentional, and dreams are long in the afternoon. After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. "Xiaochi" [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be fine and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
"Drunken Book on Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" [Song] Su Shi's dark clouds do not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
"[Tang] Jia Jian" Jiangnan Ji ",Ci bamboo shoots and other editors. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Summer in the mountain pavilion [Tang] The tall trees are dark green, the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole frame is fragrant.
"About" [Song] It rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, 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.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
"Xiaoyao Sunny" [Song] In Fan Chengda, plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall. I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
In summer, I was thinking about Xin [Tang] Meng Haoran and the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west in Nanting, and the moon rose from the lake. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. "Early Summer" [Song] Sima Guang In April, it was clear and rainy, and every household in Nanshan was clear.
There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. "Memories of the King" [Song] Hunting a small pond, lotus flowers filled the courtyard after the rain.
The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow. Bamboo square bed, needlework is unintentional, and dreams are long in the afternoon.
After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. "Xiaochi" [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be fine and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. "Drunken Book on Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" [Song] Su Shi's dark clouds do not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. "[Tang] Jia Jian" Jiangnan Ji ",Ci bamboo shoots and other editors.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. Summer in the mountain pavilion [Tang] The tall trees are dark green, the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool.
The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole frame is fragrant. "About" [Song] It rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, 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. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" [Song] Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat and white cauliflower are thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. "Xiaoyao Sunny" [Song] In Fan Chengda, plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer. In summer, I was thinking about Xin [Tang] Meng Haoran and the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west in Nanting, and the moon rose from the lake.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
"Early Summer" [Song] Sima Guang In April, it was clear and rainy, and every household in Nanshan was clear. There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.
"Memories of the King" [Song] Hunting a small pond, lotus flowers filled the courtyard after the rain. The magic pumpkin is cold in ice and snow.
Bamboo square bed, sighing in summer night/Du Fu can't live forever, and the inflammation is steaming and poisoning the intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
4. Write modern poems about summer. Rain washes the summer sky.
The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Write the story of that year.
Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.
You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
Since the first summer after you left.
I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.
I don't understand why you chose to leave, and whether I will continue to wait.
The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.
5. Modern poems describing summer are urgently needed.
Rain washes the summer sky.
The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Write the story of that year.
Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.
You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
Since the first summer after you left.
I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.
I don't understand why you chose to leave, and whether I will continue to wait.
The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.
6. Modern Poetry Describing Summer (60 words) The mainstream of modern poetry is new poetry, including old-fashioned poems written by modern people, including poems and songs.
New poetry is the product of the May 4th New Literature Movement, which reflects new life and expresses new thoughts and feelings. The use of vernacular in the form of new poetry has broken the shackles of old-style poetry and created many styles. Generally speaking, a metrical poem and a relatively free poem are free poems.
Modern poems describing summer are: 1, burying stars >; The light blue night in Yu Guangzhong overflows into the window. Summer is too full of fireflies' little palace lanterns. I dream of the Tang Palace, the fan chasing light, another summer night, the funeral of a star, the fleeting extension and disappearance, your sigh, my review and a moment of silence 2. Wild grapes > Where can I wait for my hope except in summer? Green plants are all over the mountain. The wind can't blow the waves. A few strings of full thoughts climbed high. Let all the forces be dispersed in the vast Shan Ye as much as possible. I hope you choose dark and bright eyes. The Charm of Summer The Sound of Summer The patio opened. Who's outside the patio? The humid voice of summer calls me? In the kneading of the sound, some of my things accumulated in three seasons and broke out in one season. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am soft in summer, and I dredge blood vessels in summer. I have accepted the hints of breaking the imprisonment again and again, and I am eager to accumulate in my heart and speak the language of summer. Lost and forgotten the way to come, listening to how the stumbling man sighs in summer. In summer, his palms were wet, so I climbed on the grass in summer and planted a tree blown by my branches and leaves. A tree that grew up in a hug shed tears in the crown and buried its sigh in the middle of the root tree. It is a desire to plant trees at night without seeing people during the day. Because of the starlight and the crescent moon, I learned argot when I planted it in summer. I just express myself with swaying branches. In the lake in summer, there is a kind of happiness called being conquered and a 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 so beautiful that it almost makes people look up. Walking on the lake, the lake is rippling in various ways. Swimming in the lake is like touching their skin. Summer makes this lake mysterious and full of vitality. Some talking fish make the lake grass flourish in summer, and some traps woven by desire and desire make the lake charming in summer. Women walk by the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, light attracts light and overflows another lake, forming another kind of beauty. In fact, what is deliberately pursued has long since disappeared, whether it is summer or winter. On Yuan Ye in Summer In Yuan Ye in summer, our pace is leisurely and graceful. Our young wind blew the poetic sentiment of prose into my heart. We swing with Yuan Ye in summer. We are happy lovers, with a silent tacit understanding, a long sense of reading and a chic charm. We are quiet in Xia Feng, my imagination is intoxicating, my guess is romantic, and I am disappointed. There are ten thousand kinds of customs in Yuan Ye in summer, I am love the water. Tears for an emotion. "Sitting in the summer moonlight, waiting for you" Summer is about to go away. You whispered to me in the distance that summer is bitter and waiting for you. Sitting in the moonlight in summer, the moonlight can't erase the clouds. 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. Farewell to Summer Farewell to summer summer. Give her heart to autumn and turn her into fruit. All the memories are treasured in it. Autumn and summer are drunk, and the green turns purple, but a pool of autumn water is as quiet as the pure and clear eyes of an 18-year-old girl, the beautiful flowers of the lost dragonfly, and the lingering love of that summer are all concentrated in the seeds waiting for the next summer. This Summer This summer, there will be no more nights. The sun in London and the moon in Beijing watch the Olympics side by side. Like a fierce battlefield filled with smoke. Athletes, we cheer for you. Tonight, we have no sleep, only hope. 8. "The Taste of Summer" (1) After the peach blossom, a hot attack is better than a sweat. Disappear in June, stop all my noise and anxiety, and return along the moonlight of the lotus pond. I miss the lotus leaf in my memory for the first time. (2) The smell in the village is fresh and quiet. The trees around me are lush, the wind is blowing and cicadas are hiding. How pure the world is! Pastoral, flowing water, cooking smoke, simple and beautiful. The shepherd boy's piccolo in the sunset is elegant and long. (3) The jointing sound of corn seedlings is beautiful. Gardenia is romantic. After a wave of July, the countryside is wet and rainy, with too much simplicity and kindness. I feel relaxed on a quiet night. (4) What is more important than this peace of mind? And lower your body to listen, more voices, such as love, such as sincerity, are not far away, and there is maturity and hope! 9. In the summer with fever in July, the city with fever is lazy in the heat wave. A girl in a blue skirt is looking for shade and burning in the suburbs of Yuan Ye. A shepherd boy is driving a flock of white sheep to a cool river not far away. This summer, it was rainy and rainy, and I put all my feelings in the sun. I always feel that the sunny day will last for a long time, and it's too late to touch my back. The sun shines in from the side, and I know that the river has overflowed. Many small fish chased their dreams and swam out of my door. Youth began to roar. I hid in the dark, waiting for time to turn over history like a sawtooth. Those rusty stories gradually surfaced. The wind hasn't blown yet, and the dragonfly has stood on it. I am waiting for you. Are you waiting for me? 1 1, "Summer Morning" sounded its horn early in the morning, and the heat wave began to flood into the still trees, evaporating my thoughts. For example, I put the distant scenery on hold further out of the window. 12, "Looking for Summer" came to the melon land along the mountain road. The orchard let out some sweat and tears and asked the earth. It is fun to buy. Do you still want to be lonely at night? The neon lights in the city are flashing, and it is cool to swim around the big banyan tree at the head of the rural village. Where is summer? It is your wish to come to you instead of coming to you in summer.
7. A modern poem describing summer, sighing Tang/Du Fu on a summer night, is a poison in my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive. Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early. The north city is sad and the stork flies.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy. April Vesak Festival, June Summer Festival: Let's go.
The first summer of The Book of Songs is still peaceful in April, and the grass has not stopped: Xia Meng, April of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's Poem of Swimming Pool Jin Fanhai is full of beautiful scenery, with bright candlelight, and the first spring in the clear summer is the end of spring. Summer harvest: early summer.
In the Southern Dynasties, Liang, Wang, Monk, Confucianism, Wheat Ripe in the Wind, Plum Chasing in the Rain, Huang, Yuxin, Feng Heling, the mountain lights suddenly went out in the west, and the moon rose slowly from the lake in the east. Open my window, lie down calmly and write down the cool scenery of sunset, moon and summer night.
Tang Menghao's "Summer in the South Pavilion" In summer, the pond fades and the trees cool early. Summer Night in Tang Shen is short in midsummer, slightly bitter in night, and cool in porch: window. Tang Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh" is green and quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flower indicates the solitary flower in spring: a flower.
Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer. You Kai Yuan Jing She by Wu Ying, Tang Wei, collected the summer heat in the remnant clouds, and the new rain brought autumn haze: fog.
Tang Cen Can's "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu to the county" began with the yin qi in midsummer, and autumn is like a cloud. Half midsummer: half midsummer, half lunar May. Seats: The way the wind blows.
Tang Hanyu finished "Sending Master Liu's Clothes", and Xin Qiuyan took Tang's "Banquet" to Jiangnan in midsummer, edited by Ci Zhun. Xia Meng: Early summer refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar.
Cizhu: the name of bamboo, also known as mother bamboo. F: It seems to be arranged.
Qi: The ancients thought that blowing slugs (giant clams) could create a virtual scene of the castle. It is actually an illusion that light passes through air with different densities and reflects the prospect in the air. It is also called a mirage. Orchestral music: Describe frogs singing like playing music.
In Xia Meng by Tang Jiayu, rocks are like rain, and forests and roses cover the sky. There are many cold rocks: the springs and waterfalls on the rocks are flying in the air, and a cloud of smoke hangs like a rain curtain on a sunny day. Candy Luo's sentence: The vines are winding in the forest, and the shade covers the sun, which makes people feel cool in midsummer.
Tang Fanggan's "Top of Hongji" is dark in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the courtyard was full of fragrant crystal curtains: Describe the balcony reflection as crystal curtains in the water, Ming Che.
Tang Gao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer" is drizzling and fine grass hanging on the wall, and the wind on the water returns to the settlement. Zhang Tang's "Summer Veteran Lin Ting" shows that warm wind makes wheat fragrant in sunny days, and green grass wins flowers when wheat is fragrant: the taste of wheat harvest. Flowering time: when the flowers bloom.
Wang Song Anshi's Early Summer is a Thing. Why do you hate it when Fang Fei is gone? Summer wood is just a pleasant fragrance: fragrant flowers and plants. Cute: suitable for people.
Close "Black Sky in March" The wind is old, the warbler is young, the rain is fat, and the Li Shuqing Circle in the afternoon: the laudatory name of a tree. It means that young warblers grow up in the breeze, and abundant rain moistens plums. At noon, a cool round shade was formed under the tree.
Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Square Xia Jing" in Song Dynasty, after the rain, the lotus flowers are full of fragrance, and the magical pumpkins are cool. Divine pumpkin: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water. The drowsy weather in Yuan's Memories of Wang Ci is getting longer and longer. Song notes Shu Zhen's "Landscape" cloud: "Xie Que Haitang flies to the end, and the longer he is trapped."
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In the Song Dynasty, the four seasons in Fan Chengda were idyllic, and the breeze broke Xia San Day. In Wang Hui's Crossing Shagou Store, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's date: "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "
Red and purple turn into dust one after another, and in the sound of cuckoo, Xia Xin is red and purple: it refers to all kinds of flowers. Song Lu You's quatrain in early summer: "Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person. "1. I don't know about heat, but I cherish the long summer.
(Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 2. Living in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down before I dare to eat.
("Dai Fugu: Hot") 6. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang: Xia Lian) 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze.
(Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu Back to County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. It will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: Happy Sunny Days) 9. Qingjiang river surrounds the village, and everything in changxiajiang village is quiet.
(Du Fu: Jiangcun) 10. Why do you hate Fang Fei's departure? Xia Muyang is cute. (Qin Guan: Dark Days in March) References:
Early summer (Sima Guang), sunny and rainy in April, Nanshan Ming.
There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is inclined to the sun. Sleeping in the early summer (Yang Wanli), the plums are splashed with acid, and the banana is divided into green screens. 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.
In the middle section of Sanqu Road (once upon a time), the plum blossoms are yellow and sunny, and the streams are exhausted and the mountains and rivers travel. The green trees on the mountain road are as dense as when they came, and the bushes of several orioles in the dense forest add more fun than when they came.
In early summer, the duck pond in Bird (Dai Min) is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when it matures. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
In summer (high film), the trees are shaded, the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
A poem describing summer, in which Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner when a dragonfly was already standing on it.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and lotus flowers reflect sunlight in different ways. Song Lu You's quatrains in early summer have turned red and purple into dust, and the cuckoo sound is new in early summer.
It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person. "Red and purple: refers to all kinds of flowers.
The poet who described the summer scenery was in the early summer (Sima Guang). April is sunny and rainy, and Nanshan is bright. There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is inclined to the sun. Sleeping in the early summer (Yang Wanli), the plums are splashed with acid, and the banana is divided into green screens.
Sleeping for a long time is heartless and idle.