Poems of hot summer:
1. "Bitter Heat" by Wang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
Zhu Rongnan came to whip the fire dragon, and the fire flag burned the sky red. The sun's disk does not move away at noon, and all nations are like being in a torrential furnace. The clouds on the green stems of the Five Mountains are extinguished, and the sorrowful waves on the seabed of Yanghou are exhausted. How could a golden breeze blow out overnight and sweep away the heat in the world for me?
2. "Bitter Heat with Cai Zhongmou" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty
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, and animals hate their hair. People are also afraid of poverty, so they wear crowns and robes. Although Guangsha is supported by clouds, the wind does not move at all. I don’t know why I am so different in the woods and springs. Flies and mosquitoes fly day and night, crawling and scratching the skin and body. If the four seasons are repeated, the autumn spirit will be high.
3. "Five Hot Poems" written by Dai Huihu in the Song Dynasty
The sky and the earth are in a big kiln, and the charcoal is cooked in June. All things are made of pottery, so why should anyone complain about the heat? You see that all the crops are harvested in autumn, and they are all harvested 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.
4. "Ascending the West Tower on a Bitter Hot Summer Night" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Getting up at night in the bitter heat, climbing the tower without clothes. The mountains and rivers condense with summer air, and the stars are shining brightly. The fire crystals are dry and moist, and the wild winds are quiet and powerful. Exploring the soup and draining the yin well, the stove opens its doors. I have been wandering for a long time and can't stop sweating. Mo Bianting's poisonous intentions appealed to Xu and Ji. Forgive me not Gu Shezi, Jing Sheng An Nengxi.
5. "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The sun will never fade, 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 the light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, 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.
Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in his 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. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying. The condition is irritated and tired, and it is good to have intense thoughts.