Poet: Wang Anshi Dynasty: Northern Song Dynasty
The fire is indestructible, the house is narrow, and there is nowhere to escape.
Weeds and bamboos are woven along the eaves, and the framework is pine oak pieces.
Is it possible to sit clearly only when the guests arrive, because there is room for Sue to accompany the table?
Yanyangling is more violent in autumn, and I want to be Kunming ash.
It's a pity that happy ever after, birds burn fish.
I remember I was here when I was young, but I buried myself with a book.
It's easy to die of old age, and it's hard to recover when you draw a volume.
The west wind suddenly sent the night wet, and the Liuhe 17 kiln was newly opened.
Curtain users will keep the curtains cold and worry that snow will come.
The summer of the old woman
Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli
This autumn is very hot all year round. I live in Luozhao Village, Xifeng.
Most importantly, the cherry buds are in the sun, and Pei won't wait until dusk.
Bai Juyi —— Poem Autumn Fever
The west river winds to Nanwei, and the summer heat is often more than the autumn heat.
It's coldest in Jiangzhou, and she has been wearing raw clothes since September.
2. Poetry about Autumn Fever Poet: Wang Anshi Chao: The fire in the Northern Song Dynasty was indestructible, and the house was narrow and there was nowhere to escape.
Weeds and bamboos are woven along the eaves, and the framework is pine oak pieces. Is it possible to sit clearly only when the guests arrive, because there is room for Sue to accompany the table?
Yanyangling is more violent in autumn, and I want to be Kunming ash. It's a pity that happy ever after, birds burn fish.
I remember I was here when I was young, but I buried myself with a book. It's easy to die of old age, and it's hard to recover when you draw a volume.
The west wind suddenly sent the night wet, and the Liuhe 17 kiln was newly opened. Curtain users will keep the curtains cold and worry that snow will come.
Autumn Hot Year: Song Author: Yang Wanli lived in Luozhao Village, Xifeng, when it was hot in autumn all the year round. Most importantly, the cherry buds are in the sun, and Pei won't wait until dusk.
Bai Juyi-The poem "Autumn Fever" When the Xijiang River meets Nanwei, the summer heat is often more than the autumn heat. It's coldest in Jiangzhou, and she has been wearing raw clothes since September.
3. Poems about spring, summer, autumn and winter, two sentences each. 1. The spring poem "Xiao Chun" Tang Meng Hao ran in the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. "Liu Yong" Tanghe Zhangzhi's jasper makeup tree is tall and ten thousand pieces of green silk hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows that everything is quiet in the rainy season. The wild path is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Peach blossoms in Dalin Temple in Tang Dynasty were in full bloom in April, and peach blossoms in Shansi Temple began to bloom. I hate that I have nowhere to find in spring, but I don't know where to ask for help. Spring outing in Qiantang Lake in Tang Dynasty, with flat water level and low cloud feet. Several early songbirds competed for warmth. There is a white sand embankment under the shade of green trees. Early spring in the east of the city is in spring, and the green willows are only yellow and half uneven. If you stay in the forest like a flower, you will go out to see the flowers. Hui Chong Riverside Xiao Jing's first song, Su Shi's peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three liang, and Riverside Duck Prophet warms the water. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to come up. Ye Songshao Weng should feel sorry for this. Jiangnan is good. Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery is familiar. At sunrise, the river is red, and in spring, the river is green, like blue. Can you forget Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable place is Hangzhou. Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts, Wu Jiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wu Wa and Furong got drunk dancing. Will we meet again sooner or later? Second, about the summer poem "Summer Night Sigh", Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty never died, and it was poisonous to the intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, floating, blowing my clothes. Haotian is a musician from Kazuki Watanabe, and the lush forests are sparse and bright. Midsummer bitter night is short, and the porch is cool. I can see the nuances, in vain, feathers flying. Things are full of details, so I feel comfortable with them. I miss Peter Huo Jiasi. I am poor. Storks are flying, too It is only when the situation is tired that you are tired, and it is only when you think intensely that you are healthy. The first summer, Tang Baiju in Xia Meng is full of things, so it's good to plant it for a while. Elk loves mountains and forests, and insects and snakes are like grass. Xiangniao loves dense leaves, swimming in scales and enjoying new algae. The sky is gone, but I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away. There is no one in the old country. Cooking moxibustion will not make you faint early. You go to the temple at the foot of the mountain and get drunk in the middle of the lake at dusk. Why are you going back to your hometown? How could you die? Summer is in the south pavilion, the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, Haoran, and the moon is east of the lake. Open the window to rest, the wind sends lotus fragrance, and the bamboo leaves drip. I want to pick up the pipa and play the piano, but, alas, who here understands? . Feeling this homesickness, you dream of staying up all night. Xia Meng and Tang family are like a bamboo shoot. Frogs make orchestral sounds. Tang Gao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer" is full of dark trees, and the balcony reflects the pond. Crystal curtains are cool and breezy, and the roses are fragrant all over the courtyard. Summer is an idyllic poem (I) by Song and Fan Chengda. Plums are golden and apricot-fat, and wheat is white and cauliflower is sparse. No one climbed over the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies were flying. In a small pond, Song and Yang Wan Li's eyes are silent and trickle. Dragonflies have been standing at the top. Song Yang Wanli, after all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaf was infinitely blue, and the lotus was red in the sun. Drunken Book of Wanghu Building On June 27th, Song Sushi's dark clouds crossed mountains and mountains, and white rain jumped into the boat. The wind comes and goes, looking at the water under the lake. Wang Song weakened the breeze. There is snow in Kunlun Mountain, but it is often cold in Penglai. If you can't take it to the world, why swim in it? In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and his son Wang Sun shakes his fan. "Seeing" shows Yuan Mei's shepherd boy riding a yellow ox and singing loudly. He tried to catch cicadas and suddenly stopped talking. Third, about the autumn poem "Midnight" Tang Libai, a bright moon hangs in the capital, and the autumn wind blows my heart, forever and ever to Yutong and He Riping Hu. My husband is back from a long campaign! . "Climbing Xuancheng in Autumn and Jumping the North Tower" is in Tang Libai's picturesque Jiangcheng, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Catch the rain in the mirror, and the rainbow falls over the bridge. There are people with cold oranges and pomelo, and there are old phoenix trees in autumn. Whoever goes to the North Tower will be thanked by the wind. "Autumn Night" Gui Bosheng of the Tang Dynasty has a faint autumn dew, but he is thin and does not change clothes. Yin Zheng worked hard all night, and he was afraid to leave the room. "Autumn Night" sat watching the morning glory Vega. Climbing to the top of the mountain, Tang Du Fu whimpered at the sharp wind apes from the vast sky, birds flew home in the clear lake, white sand leaves fell like the waves of a waterfall, and I watched the Yangtze River always roll forward. I had reached 3,000 miles away. With the sadness of autumn and my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone, and the bad luck laid a biting frost on my temples. Heartache and fatigue were the thick dust in my wine. Su Jiande River, Tang Meng moved the boat to anchor Yanzhu, and the sunset took a new photo. The wild sky is low and the trees are low, and Jiang Qingyue is close to people. On September 9, I remembered my Shandong brothers, and Tang was a stranger alone in a foreign land. Think twice about your relatives during the festive season. I knew from a distance that my brother was climbing a mountain, and one person was missing everywhere. "Mountain Walking" Tang Du Mu climbed the cold mountain with a steep stone path, and there were people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February. "Mountain in Autumn Night" After the rain of Wei, the mountains are empty, the moonlight stands in the pine forest, there are crystal stones in the stream, there are girls whispering in the bamboo forest, and there are lotus leaves in front of the fishing boat. Rest assured in spring, and Wang Sun can stay. "Mu Jiang Yin" is half river rustling and half river red. On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. "Autumn Ci" Yuxi, Liu Tang, has clear water and frost at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Want to chew bones on tall buildings, as crazy as spring. Zhang Tang, "Qiu Si", was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a meaningful book. There is endless fear, pedestrians flock to Kaifeng. "This is the era of orange, orange and green. Fourth, the poem "Winter Returning to the Old Mountain" is about winter. Tang Libai returned to Caoping without washing and dyeing the dust tassels. A vine path is green and the snow peaks are clear. Cold leaves are exhausted first, and Leng Yun in the valley is not good. Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river. The white dog barks in the village.
4. The sentences of autumn heat are vast, and the sword breaks the ground. Where is the prosperity? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Jiangnan style, Tianshui is completed, and the desire of heavenly education goes against the body.
Tears hero, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Flowers covered by years become blank.
Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful and thrilling.
Beautiful archaic sentences (2)
You never look back at me, but I always smile at you.
A thousand years of fame, a lifetime of burial, a delicate country, and a ridiculous life without a monarch.
The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
If it is rough, there is no regret.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
I'm still watching over you on the other side.
Beautiful archaic sentences
I've been waiting all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
The rainy night turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Just because I think, when I look back on you, I miss your dynasty and dusk.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
5. What are the sentences about autumn heat? 1. Although it's autumn, it's still sultry and windy, and the thick air seems to be frozen.
The clods on the ground were browned by the sun, and several dark brown autumn crickets jumped around like springs.
Autumn, the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe ears of grain bent down and bowed their heads. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.
Although it is autumn, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.
The burning autumn scorched the earth, and cicadas sang not far away.
6. Unbearable heat-in the shadow of the yellow buttonwood, the temperature is as high as Fahrenheit 125 degrees.
7. The sun is blazing today, and Qiu Chan is singing.
8. Not like autumn. The sun is like a boss's fireball. The light was lit, the road was scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke stepped down.
9. The burning sun is tearing the skin of the earth and reflecting the fallen leaves.
10. 10, the blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
6. What sentences describe the heat in autumn? 1. The clear sky is as blue as the sea, and white clouds are sailing like canoes, floating slowly.
2. When the steep west wind brushes the higher sky; When the stranger's child looks at the last south flying goose; When the boundless grass on the vast field is swaying and turning yellow-at this time, it is autumn, and it is the season when trees fall leaves.
3. Blue sky. Late autumn, spotless, crystal clear. Clouds are reflected on the clear Jialing River; The microwave of fish scales and the green river water add color to the clouds, which is particularly gorgeous.
The wind is so soft, the water is so calm, the sky is so blue and people are so active. Autumn in my hometown is like this, comparable to spring. Autumn in my hometown is much warmer than winter in my hometown, and autumn in my hometown is cooler than summer.
Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.
6. Autumn in my hometown is a harvest season. There are big peaches on the peach tree, big pears on the pear tree, huge oranges on the orange tree and mature rice in the field. Many edible fruits are ripe.
7. The campus in autumn is still brilliant and pleasant, and the trees are still so green; Flowers don't seem to know that late autumn has arrived, but they are still fragrant and open, still attracting bees with fragrance; Butterflies are still dancing on campus, attracting students' attention with their beautiful figures.
8. There are some yellow leaves falling from the trees in the campus flower bed, and people's breath condenses into milky hot air in the air.
9. You came quietly, bringing the beautiful scenery and rich fruits of Qiu Guang. Listen, gongs and drums are noisy, so lively. People who have been busy for a year are filled with an overwhelming joy: "Another bumper year."
10. Autumn in my hometown is golden yellow, and basically everything is yellow. In autumn in my hometown, rice ripens and turns yellow. In autumn in my hometown, the grass withered and turned yellow. In autumn in my hometown, the leaves on the trees gradually turn yellow and will soon wither. In the fields, dirt roads and roadsides, whatever green plants are basically going to wither. Especially the grass, is waiting for the arrival of spring, adding a touch of green to the world.
1 1, the west wind will naturally not come. Before going to bed, we put two or three candles in the middle of the hall. The timid flame was overwhelmed by the big roof. We looked at each other by candlelight, as if covered with smoke. It is as dark as the sea outside. Only a few barks from far and near tell us that we are still in this world.
12, the dusk in late autumn always comes quickly, before the water vapor evaporated from the sun dissipates in Shan Ye. The sun sets in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle.
13. On a cool and sunny autumn night, the bright red Mars in the starry sky added a lot of luster and interest to us. Recently, after eight o'clock every night, Mars rises from the horizon in the southeast. It is brighter than any star in the nearby sky. No matter where you are, it is easy to find it.
14, the second half of autumn. The moon has gone down, the sun has not come out, leaving only a blue sky; Everything fell asleep except the things that traveled at night.
15, the trees on campus sometimes sway with the wind, sometimes stand still, and sometimes a few poor leaves fall from the branches. However, these do not affect the charm of green trees in late autumn. The flowers on campus are still blooming, bees are still busy collecting honey, and there are many bees flying around the flowers, looking for which one is better.