Pictures of ancient poems and sentences about summer 1. Recommend some poems and pictures about summer.
1, in the summer, the mountain light in the west of Nantingsi Tang Xin Meng Haoran suddenly went out, and the moon in the east lake slowly rose.
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.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
2, "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" Tang is on a country road under the setting sun, and cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy.
Wheat seedlings are embroidered, silkworms are asleep, and mulberry leaves are peeled. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! . 3, "Xijiang Moon Walks Huangsha Road" Song Xin Qi Ji Mingyue is not surprised, and the breeze sings at midnight.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 4. "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. 5, "Watching Wheat" Tang Baijuyi Tian Jia is less idle, and people are twice as busy in May.
In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow. Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp.
Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang. Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. There is a poor woman with a child on her back.
Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm. Listening to his words of concern is very sad.
The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger. Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry.
There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight. I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
6, "Yixian" Tang Li Shangyin lived in the city, and spring went to summer. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.
Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
7, "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu can never be embarrassed, inflammation is poisoning 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.
North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
8. "Summer Mountain Pavilion" The tall trees in the Tang Dynasty are dark green, and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
9. "Three Roads in the Middle Road" In the Song Dynasty, there were several plum blossoms and streams were full of mountains. 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.
10, "Sleeping in Early Summer", Song Yang Wanli plum is sour and splashes teeth, and the banana is green. 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.
1 1, "Summer Book for Friends" Tang Cui left the farm when he arrived in Kuangbang, so why bother all his life? In the end, I learned something from Yi Xi, but I was surprised by the humiliation.
The peak turns without a shadow, and there are trees flying. It took ten years to realize that poem, and I stayed in the Central Plains to cast soldiers.
12, "Early Summer on the Pool" Tang Baiju Spring Pool is easy to accumulate water, and the shade is mixed with summer wood. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village.
Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar. Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do.
13, "The First Summer" Tang Baorong was young yesterday, and the evening peak is still beautiful. Although there is a residual state, the pulse condition can prevent anxiety.
You cherish the season, and you feel fleeting. 14, "Li Changxing sends summer to its neighbors for summer" Tang Houjia Avenue, with cicada trees.
The lock is far away and the shutter door is cold. The fence is full of red medicine, and the shelf attracts green radish to grow.
Every day is a pillow, so there are mountains and rivers. 15, "Climbing the Crane Rock in Summer" Tang Dai Shulun's day wind blows me up the hill, and the pine and cypress are cool in June.
I would like to use the old monk's double white cranes to soar in the depths of the blue clouds. 16, "Wandering to the Master's Room in Summer" Tang Chenzi Aung Shanshui opened an exquisite house, and the piano songs were included in Brahma's feast.
People doubt the reward of white buildings, and the land is like bamboo forest Zen. There is chaos in the opposite pool, which is connected with Xuan.
Now the sky is silent, and spring is clearly made by the moon. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
2. Summer Poetry in Kindergarten with Painting as the Theme
Here is a colorful paradise, here is the land of Miao Zhuang, here is the hope of mother, and here is the cradle of dolls.
Who here has the ambition of Dayu and the heart of Yao and Shun? Who here has omnipotent wisdom and loving maternal love? Tell me, who are your tears for? Tell me, who is your smiling face blooming like a flower for? It's you, me, him and our glorious kindergarten teacher. With the shining light of wisdom, with the bright voice like sunshine, with the painstaking efforts of watering, with the gentle breeze blowing the affectionate tears, sprouting seedlings, holding umbrellas for green leaves, flowers and flying figures that are open to birds, it is you, me, him, us and our glorious kindergarten teacher who are flying the dream of love here.
I remember it was August 12 years ago. Shu Mei has just finished the flower season of her life. She almost left the kindergarten teacher with a childlike and unique vision, walked into the sacred land of kindergarten, and began to deal with children who are learning languages. But she didn't expect that on the first day of her employment, she drew a big question mark on this clean work paper, and the child with a stomachache was in her pants. Her trousers were muddy and she was at a loss.
Is it throwing? Has it been released? Are you washing? Suddenly, my brain is full of little question marks. She ran into the bathroom with tears in her eyes and pants, and the tears on her face became a line. Did she choose the wrong job? Or did you choose the wrong position? Her heart is full of doubts.
When she dried the washed trousers, she turned around and saw that the director was looking at her affectionately with kind and trusting eyes. Good looking.
A gentle word was sent into her heart, so Shu Mei began her kindergarten teacher career. I remember it was a drizzly night, it was almost seven o'clock. Smart parents didn't come to pick up their children.
This is the only child left in the garden. Teacher Webb took Liangliang and rode his bike to Liangliang's home.
She was shocked when she walked into the bright house. Bright parents are all around the mahjong table, playing so dark that they forget the time. They were numb and didn't say a word of thanks. Our teacher is walking home with a sad heart, because at home, her little daughter, who just turned one year old, is still waiting for her mother's return.
Rain and tears intertwined, attacking her sad heart. I still remember that night, Qian Qian's father came to pick up the children with alcohol. Qian Qian cried and said, "Why is Dad late?" At this time, the irrational father hit Qian Qian in the face with one hand.
The teacher hurried to take care of Qian Qian, but Qian Qian's father was still beating, hitting the teacher's face and body, but our teacher was still protecting the child, and the teacher shed tears. Were they tears of distress, dissatisfaction or resentment? Who can understand? Who can understand the bitterness and bitter tears of the teacher? On the road of life growth, Wang Xia Jr. lost his father and mother when he needed love most.
She found a warm home in the kindergarten. There are kind and strict directors here, brothers and sisters here and lively and lovely children here. This is a peaceful and happy home.
She secretly made up her mind: "I lost my maternal love since I was a child, and I want my maternal love to sublimate here." In her class, there is such a little girl, because her parents are divorced, her face is dull, her mouth is speechless, and her dull eyes have been looking at the distance. She is so uncertain.
Teacher Wang Xia walked over and asked softly, "What are you thinking?" "Teacher, I am here.