The following ancient poems about summer swimming are available for reference:
1. "Summer South Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pool Gradually going eastward. Enjoy the cool evening breeze, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
2. "Weichuan Tianjia" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
The slanting light shines on the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn gate. The wheat seedlings are beautiful, the silkworms are sleeping, and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husband of the field came to work with his hoe, and they met each other and talked to each other. That is to say, this envy of leisure and relaxation fades away with sadness.
3. "The Moon Walks Along the Yellow Sand Road on the Xijiang River at Night" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
The bright moon scares the magpies on the other branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.
4. "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
5. "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
1. The Tian family has few free months, but in May people are twice as busy. At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow. The women carry baskets for food, and the children carry pots of pulp. When I went to the salary field, Ding Zhuang was in Nangang. The foot is steaming and rustic, and the back is burning in the sky. I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I’m glad the summer is long.
2. There is a poor woman again with her baby in her arms. The right hand holds the earrings, and the left arm hangs a basket. Hearing his words of care makes those who hear them feel sad. The Tian family lost all their taxes and picked this up to satisfy their hunger. What merit do I have now? I once did not work in farming and mulberry trees. The official salary is three hundred stones, and Yan has more than enough food every year. I feel ashamed thinking about this, and I will never forget it.
6. "Late Clear" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. God's will is to pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night. And add high pavilions and small windows. After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
7. "Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
1. 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.
2. Remember Bihogos and guard the frontier in the 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.