Introduction: On the still wicker, a cicada lay motionless. In the dull air, its cry seemed to keep saying: It’s too hot? It’s too hot? The following is about Phrases for hot summer for your reference.
I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long.
The green trees are thick and shaded during the long summer, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I sit still
Why hate when Fang Fei takes a break? The Xia Mu is so pleasant.
During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.
Lazily swinging the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. ?"Summer in the Mountains"
April is summer and June is summer. "The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? April"
Drooping down to drink the clear dew, the sound of flowing out of the sparse tung trees.
He was also ordered to ascend to the Immortal Pavilion and be assigned to Cao Zhili. The high officials provide accommodation and food, and serve the history to protect the court clothes.
April is sunny and rainy, and Nanshan is clearly changing.
Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant.
The beautiful scenery is the last part of spring, and the clear cloud is the first of summer.
Nanzhou is as drunk as wine in the hot summer, and I am sleeping in the north. At noon, I slept alone without any sound. The mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo. ?Liu Zongyuan's "Occasional Works in Summer Day"
The water accumulates in the spring pond at night, and the summer trees are thick in the shade. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
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. ?"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli
The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. 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. ?Meng Haoran's "Summer South Pavilion Huai Xin Da"
Swallows come and go from Liangshang, gulls in the water are close to each other. ?Du Fu's "River Village"
The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.
The old orioles and young ones are blown by the wind, the plum blossoms are fattened by the rain, and the beautiful trees are clear and round in the afternoon shade.
Enjoy the cool breeze and enjoy the pavilions and pavilions next to the flowing water.
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.
On a sunny day, the warm wind makes the wheat smell, and the green grass is more beautiful than the flowers.
There is still a hairpin left behind. If you don’t show your autumn heart, how much heat can it roll into.
After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, and plum blossoms and floating melons are cool with ice and snow.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Changxia River Village is quiet.
The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn.
Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu’s yang and yin are both pleasant.
The wind is clearing in the ruins of Changxia Village, and the eaves-toothed sparrows have sprung up.
The grass fireflies shine but are not fire; the lotus dew is not a pearl even though it is a ball.
Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer.
Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The feet are full of heat and rustic, and the back is scorching with the light of the sky.
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep.
During the day, we work in the fields and at night, we work on hemp crops. In the village, each child is in charge of his own house.
The drizzle on the wall is drizzled with slender grass, and the wind blows back the flowers on the water surface.
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.