In daily study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated ancient poems. To be precise, ancient poems should be called metrical poems, including rhymed poems and quatrains. So what types of ancient poems are there? The following are ancient poems about summer that I compiled, I hope they can help you.
Summer rain
Tang Peidu
Climbing up the stairs to escape the midsummer, everything is dusty.
Across the street, there is a thunder tree, taking advantage of the rain in the street.
The eaves are sparse and the spider webs are heavy, and the ground is wet and the mud is fresh.
After chanting, the breeze rises, and the fragrance of lotus fills the neighborhood.
The meaning of summer
Su Shunqin of Song Dynasty
The summer mat in the courtyard is deep and clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of the trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
Smell the cicada
Tang Leihu
There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust tree, and the mist is thin and the wind is not uniform.
Mo Dao always feels melancholy when he hears it. Some people are worried about others, but others are not worried about others.
Summer in Shan Pavilion
Tang] Gao Pian
The green trees are thick and shaded in summer, and the tower reflects into the pond.
The crystal curtain moved and the breeze rose, and the roses filled the courtyard with incense.
Why should I hate Fang Fei when she is gone? Xia Mu is so charming.
Enjoying the Coolness
Song Qin Guan
Bringing my husband to pursue the coolness outside the willows, I lean on the Hu bed on the south bank of the painted bridge.
The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, the wind is still in the pond, and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
The South Garden in the Beginning of Summer is nostalgic for the past
Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
The clouds change in the first summer, and the vegetation grows luxuriant after the rain.
The lotuses in the pond are just touching the water, and the forest flowers have already swept the garden.
The butterflies are still in chaos, and the birds in the pavilion are still noisy.
I recall the lingering beauty of the moon in the Han Dynasty.
Early summer in Kezhong
Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty
April is clear and the rain is clearing, and the Nanshan Mountains are clear.
There are no catkins blowing up due to the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun.
Early summer
Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
The swaying bamboo shadow covers the quiet window, and birds make noise in the sunset every two or two.
Xie Que’s begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better day by day.
Xijiang Moon·Walking the Yellow Sand Road at Night
Song Xin Qiji
The bright moon scares the magpies on the 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.
Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are 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.
Wanqing
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God’s will takes pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
Drunk writing at Wanghu Tower on June 27th
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
When the wind comes and blows away, the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
Partridge Sky
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Broken forests, bright bamboos and hidden walls, cicadas and decaying grass in small ponds. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.
Outside the village, next to the ancient city, the staff slowly turned towards the setting sun. It rained at three o'clock last night, and it was cool all day long.
Seeing Lin Zifang off at Jingci Temple at dawn
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.
Small Pond
Song Yang Wanli
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
Chasing the coolness on a summer night
Song Yang Wanli
The heat at night is still the same as the heat at noon, and the moon is bright when I open the door.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind.
Waking up in early summer
Song Yang Wanli
The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, and the plantains are green and covered with window screens.
When the day is long, I fall asleep without thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.
Pastoral activities at four o’clock (working in the day, plowing at night, and planting hemp at night)
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
Going out in the day, working in the fields, and planting hemp at night, each village’s children are in charge of their own affairs.
The children and grandchildren are still working for farming and weaving, and they are also learning to grow melons near the mulberry tree.
Pastoral miscellany in four seasons
Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes by the fence as the sun grows long, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Fenghe in Quyuan
Qingchen Can
In June, the fragrance of lotus fills the lake, and red clothes and green fans reflect the clear waves.
The flower girl on the Mulan boat has many beautiful children in the lotus house.
The South Pavilion is full of joy in summer
Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams in the middle of the night.
Xia Yin
Song Dai Shiping
The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather for ripe plums is semi-clear and overcast.
The east garden is full of wine, the west garden is drunk, and all the loquats are picked.
Six Words of Summer
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The creek is rising, the breeze is blowing, the moon is setting, and the sky is filled with stars.
Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain.
Quatrains of Early Summer
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo makes summer new.
The roads are full of mulberry and hemp, and I realize that I am a man of peace.
Living in seclusion in early summer
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
The Weng family is placed in the scenic spot of the lake and mountain, where the wild paths are sloping in the shade of locust trees and willows.
When the water is full, you can watch herons, and there are frogs singing everywhere in the deep grass.
The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen has bloomed its first flower.
Sighing that old times have come and gone, who can have tea in the afternoon when I am still sleeping?
What you see
Qing Yuan Mei
A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood up with my mouth shut.
Midsummer
Fan Xun of the Tang Dynasty
In midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Lu oranges hang down with golden bullets, and sweet bananas sprout white lotuses.
Mengxia
Tang Jiayan
In Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
Xia Jing
Zhu Zhanji of Ming Dynasty
Jingyu has just passed and the air is refreshing, and the jade waves are rippling and the bridge is flat.
The little swallows that wear the curtain are both good, and the gulls that are floating in the water are all light.
Early summer on the pond
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Water accumulates in the spring pond late, and the trees are thick in summer.
The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
Quiet music blows on the bed mat, and the fragrance opens the wine cellar door.
I have nothing to do and spend time with my little grandson.
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.
Going with the salary field, Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
The feet are full of rustic heat, and the back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I’m exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
There is also a poor woman with a baby on her back.
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 up this to satisfy their hunger.
What merit do I have now? I have never been involved in farming.
The official salary is three hundred stones, and there is more than enough food every year.
I feel ashamed when I think of this, and I will never forget it.
Quatrains
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass.
The swallows are flying in the melted mud, and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the warm sand.
Sigh on a Summer Night
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The sun will never fade, the scorching heat poisons my intestines.
The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.
The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.
When the light is empty, 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.
Remembering Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.
Why do we look at each other with so much heat after a wash?
There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.
Although the body is covered with bruises, it is better to return home early.
The Beicheng City is in mourning, and the storks and cranes are flying.
When the condition becomes irritated and tired, it becomes better when thinking intensely.
In the middle of Sanqu Road
Song Zengji
The plum blossoms are yellow and the sun is shining brightly, and the creek is overflowing but the mountains are running.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added.
Summer Letters to Taoist Friends
Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty
When you reach your goal, you will help your country, and when you retreat, you will plow the land. What is right and wrong will not affect your life.
In the final stage, Xiang Xiang got it, but he was still frightened by the favor and humiliation.
When the peak turns, there is no sign of the house, but there is the sound of pheasants flying through the forest.
For ten years, I only learned to recite poems, and when I reached the Central Plains, I wanted to build soldiers.
In the summer in Changxing, I sent my southern neighbor to escape the summer heat.
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Next to the Houjia Avenue, there are noisy cicadas and green trees.
The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool.
Lotus Picking Song
Tang Wang Changling
The lotus leaf skirt is cut in one color, with hibiscus blooming on both sides of the face.
I couldn’t see anyone entering the pool, but when I heard the song, I realized someone was coming.
Summer drought and bitter heat
Song Wang Ling
The breeze is unable to kill the heat, the setting sun flies up the mountain,
People are trapped and scared When the rivers and seas are exhausted, God will not hesitate to dry them up.