A beautiful poem about a summer night 1. A poem about a beautiful summer night.
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin"
The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear. -Southern Liang, Wang, Confucian monks ""
When the water is in the pool in summer, the trees return early —— Tang Shenquan's strange summer night in the province.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. -Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze. -Don Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to the County"
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. -Don Wei Jia's Xia Meng.
Summer begins in semi-Yin Qi, and suddenly it is cloudy autumn. -Tang Hanyu's "Send Master Liu"
The shade gives birth to a quiet day, and the solitary flower shows spring. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "You Kaiyuan Jing She"
Rock slides and flowers are as clear as rain, and forest leaves hinder day and summer. -Tang Fanggan's "On the Top of a Hong Yu"
2. Beautiful poems describing summer
Ancient poems describing Xia
Song Zhao Shi Xiu's "About"
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Song Luyou's quatrains in early summer
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
Song Xin Qi Ji's Xijiang Moon
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Song Yang Wanli "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Summer in April and summer in June.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya April
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
Xie Lingyun's Swimming Redstone into Sailing Sea in Southern Song Dynasty
The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear.
Liang, Wang, Monks and Confucian Shi Yan in the Southern Dynasties
Wheat ripens in the wind and plums turn yellow in the rain.
"Summer of Service" in Northern Zhou Yuxin
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
Write about the sunset, the moon and the cool scenery on a summer night.
Tang Meng Haoran, A Summer Sympathy in Nanting
In summer, the big trees return early.
Tang Quanqi's Summer Night in the Province
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh
The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring.
Tang Wei Wu Ying's You Kaiyuan Jing She
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.
Tang's water pavilion was sent to the county government.
Summer begins with half of Yin Qi. It's like clouds and autumn.
Yu "Send Teacher Liu's Clothes"
Summer cicadas rush out and new autumn geese come.
Tang Bai Juyi's Night Banquet.
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Xia Meng by Tang Jiajian
When the rocks slide and spray, it is sunny like rain, when the sun shines high, it is cold, and when the trees fall, it is cold in summer.
Tang Fanggan's "On the Top of a Hong Yu"
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole picture is fragrant.
Tang Gao's Summer in the Mountain Pavilion
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settlement flowers.
Chang's "Summer Veteran"
The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers.
Wang Song Anshi's "Early Summer is Things"
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Natsume is charming.
Guan's "My Dark Topic in March"
Old warbler chicks in the wind, plums in the rain, beautiful trees in the afternoon.
Song Zhou Bangyan's Man Ting Square Xia Jing
After the rain, the lotus is full of fragrance, and the magic pumpkin is cold and snowy.
Wang Ci in Central Plains Memory
The sleepy weather is getting longer and longer.
The scene of Zhu Shu's needle in Song Dynasty.
Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
Song Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Interest
The breeze broke the summer for three days in a row.
Yuan Shi zi sha Gou branch
Song Zhao Shixiu's Moon Tour: "In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "
Song Lu You's quatrain in early summer: "Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. Only when Sang Ma didn't do enough did I realize that I was a peaceful person. "
3. Sentences describing beautiful summer nights
I know a beach where fennel is in full bloom, with primroses and purple roses, rich honeysuckle and wild roses, and a fragrant brocade curtain is overwhelming.
What a beautiful summer night! The glittering stars are shining in the boundless gray sky. Guo Guo, cricket and frog didn't sleep, cicada, singing lyrical songs gently in the grass, by the pond and in the cracks of trees. When the vast fields are sleeping in silence, green crops, gurgling rivers, winding dirt roads in the dark, fragrant wild flowers and leaves, and rich, fresh and intoxicating air are particularly charming and give people a good feeling.
At night, the moon and stars washed by rain shine in the sky. Glowing with clear light, fireflies fly in the dark, like showing Nightcrawler the way. Frogs jump on the stage at night and send people to their sweet dreams with their own songs.
On a quiet night, I feel very quiet when I smell Taoxiang. I want to lie quietly in the arms of the night and enjoy the gentle wind and the faint moonlight. Everything has nothing to do with me. I only hope that I can sleep slowly in this silence and live up to it. The naughty little star draws a golden arc in the blue night sky, like a brocade thread thrown by the Weaver Girl. White stars appear quietly in the sky, just like someone holding a candle carefully.
On a beautiful summer night, there is not a cloud in the sky, and the deep blue sky is full of diamond-like stars. The stars in summer play hide-and-seek in the sky like naughty children.
There are several big and bright stars hanging in the night sky, as if the gods in the sky are carrying lanterns to patrol the vast space. The starry sky is reflected on the rough sea, so it dances up and down with the waves, flickering.
There are many small stars all over the sky, which fall on the mirror-like river and shine like pearls and agates. There are many little stars hanging in the dark blue sky, as if they had just been bathed in the Milky Way, shining.
A sparkling meteor, like a flower splashed from the river, flew out of the Milky Way, slid across the dark blue night sky and fell silently to the north. Although summer is not as gentle as spring, morning.
It is not cool in autumn, nor pure in winter, but has its own beauty. Summer night wind, blue light.
The glory of darkness gathers on the dock where your heart is, the shadow of your heart, the top of the tree, the sky and the wind of sails. What a dedicated port, but you have no choice but to wait alone, dedicated! Summer night wind, blowing, as cool as autumn water! Before Grandfather Sun woke up, the misty girl had fallen from the sky to the ground, and the buildings and grasslands were shrouded in mist. The humid air on the grass and the warm morning in summer have a hazy beauty.
The ground began to get hot and the temperature kept rising. Grandpa sun shows his round face.
The air is almost frozen and there is no wind. Afternoon. Just as people were holding their breath, suddenly a white light flashed in the sky. Then, Father Lei knocked out a big drum in the sky and made a rumbling sound.
Raindrops beat the earth like drums, splashing small drops of water, hitting the river and stirring up small splashes. After a thunderstorm, the grass straightened up, bathed in the sunshine after the rain and covered with silver pearls.
I like night, and I like summer night best. It is the green shadow reflecting the clear spring, the falling flowers in the middle of the month, and the night shadow on the screen window is oblique, just like dreaming of orchids. It is late at night.
The voices on the threshing floor gradually faded away, and the children snuggled up to the adults on the reed mat and fell asleep. The smell of damp soil rises from the crops, and the sound of crickets keeps rising.
Listen carefully, there is the sound of the rushing river in the village. The cool breeze blowing gently has driven away the summer heat, so it's time for adults to go home and sleep.
They slowly held the child in their arms first, then rolled up the reed mat and walked home steadily step by step, for fear of waking the sleeping child. Of course, some people can't sleep well, but they want to pretend to sleep with their eyes closed when they know that adults are holding him.
Because, they like the generous and strong chest of adults, lying there, they can feel a sense of security, even strength; I like the smell of dark skin. That smell, not only has a faint smell of sweat, but also conveys a deep warmth.
The breeze is slow, mixed with the smell of earth and the residual temperature of summer; Frogs burst into bursts, accompanied by the dance of English rushing; The stars aroused hope in people's eyes. Summer night is the most pleasant time, with a cool breeze blowing gently. The flowers on the roadside are slightly fragrant, and people enjoy the cool in twos and threes. Several urchins chased the flickering fireflies, and there were dim lights in the distance. The lake is dotted with stars, the clear water reflects clouds, and the fireflies flow in the flower path, rippling everything between heaven and earth, and the flowers are hazy.
Lake light, moonlight, summer night, breeze, looking for you in my dream, there is a faint fragrance floating in the elegant extreme! Night, so quiet and serene, makes my heart calm all the time, the moonlight is cold, and there is a faint sadness flying aimlessly, such as grass full of inexplicable melancholy, and vacant thoughts confuse people. Walking on this faint and secret path, let the cool breeze caress my thin face and tighten my skirt. I slowly climbed up the mountain to see the distant lights and talk to each other. Will there be my dream dress there? There must be something I can't wait to make the dust read like a red candle, burn diligently and become inch by inch fine ash; There must be something I can't do, so that the amorous feelings will trickle down and melt into pieces of light sorrow; There must be something I have to give up, only in the palm of time, I died young, but I sang with chains.
Success or failure is empty. Tonight, under the vast starry sky, I am so ordinary and small as dust. In the silent time, I hold up the fragrance of the lotus flower layer by layer with the elegant demeanor of Tingting Lotus. I refuse to live in a lonely sandbar. I enjoy the beauty of loneliness and tranquility at the extreme of loneliness. Even if the world is noisy and life is like hemp, it always makes people's hearts like a cup of boiled water. In the precipitation of years, it is clear and different, unobtrusive, gorgeous and light and elegant, blooming in the hazy atmosphere of the lake on this summer night.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. In the lush years, I smiled like a lonely flower, gently holding it like water, crossing.
4. Poems about the beautiful scenery in summer
In the summer night, I lamented that Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was immortal, and the inflammation was poisonous to the intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind blows my skirt, and the paradise of science comes from Kazuki Watanabe musicians, and the forest stretches on. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. No matter big or small, it is adaptive. In poor years, I miss Pigos and defend the frontier.
Why are you washing and looking at each other? Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although Lanzi is buried, it is better to return early, and the north city is sad and the stork flies. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
On June 27, Su Shi Wang Hulou was drunk with books, covered with dark clouds and jumped into the boat in white rain. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
[Note] 1. Wang Hu Building: It's near the West Lake in Hangzhou. 2. Flipping ink: Black clouds like ink roll over in the sky.
Cover up: cover up, cover up. 3. Jumping beads: describe raindrops jumping on the boat like pearls.
4. Wind: The wind rolls up from the ground. [Explanation] This poem describes a torrential rain that came and went in a hurry on the West Lake in summer.
The first sentence said that dark clouds were rolling, the second said that it was raining cats and dogs, and the last two said that after the rain, it cleared up. How fast nature changes, and how magical poets use pens.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
[Note] 1. Xiao: Good morning. Jingci Temple: The full name is "Jing Ci 'en Guangxiao Temple". Lingyin Temple is two famous Buddhist temples in the north and south mountains of the West Lake.
Lin Zifang: the author's friend, secretary of the cabinet in the official residence. 2. Four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
This refers to other seasons except June. 3. Infinite green: Because the lotus leaf has a wide area, it seems to be connected with the sky, so it is infinitely green.
4. Different: special, different. Another kind of red: red is particularly prominent.
[Appreciation] The beauty of the West Lake has always been the object of description by literati. Yang Wanli's song has been passed down through the ages with its unique technique, which is worth savoring. "After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June." The first sentence seems abrupt, but it is actually an atmosphere. Although the reader has not yet appreciated the beauty of the West Lake from the poem, he can already feel it from the amazing tone of the poet.
This sentence seems to be blurted out, which is the most intuitive feeling after shock and ecstasy, thus strengthening the beauty of the West Lake. Sure enough, "the lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors." The poet used "blue" and "red" to highlight the strong visual impact of lotus leaves and lotus flowers. The lotus leaf is boundless as if connected with the sky, and the weather is magnificent, which not only depicts the infinity of the lotus leaf, but also renders the grandeur of heaven and earth, and has an extremely rich sense of spatial modeling.
"Reflecting the sun" and "Lotus" set each other off to make the whole picture beautiful and vivid. The whole poem is easy to understand, and the outstanding thing is to write feelings first, and then write the real situation, thus creating an effect of being empty first and then real. After reading it, you can really feel the beauty of the West Lake in June, "the four seasons are different".
[Author] Yang Wanli (1127-1206) was born in Jishui, Jizhou (now Jishui, Jiangxi), whose real name is Ting Xiu and Cheng Zhai. Shaoxing was a scholar in twenty-four years.
When he was filial, the official served the prince. Guangzong is called the secretary supervisor.
Gong Shi is one of the "Four Great Masters in Southern Song Dynasty".
He began to study "Jiangxi Poetry School", then studied Wang Anshi and the poems of the late Tang Dynasty, and finally got married. He wrote more than 20,000 poems in his life.
Can also read. And Zhai Chengji.
Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The four seasons are full of pastoral excitement (plowing during the day and harvesting at night). In the Song Dynasty, Fan Chengda plowed during the day and harvested at night, and the children in the village took care of their own affairs. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
[Note] 1. Miscellaneous feelings: Poems written for pleasure without a fixed theme. 2. Farming: weeding.
3. Achievements of hemp: Twisting hemp into thread. 4. Responsible for each other: Everyone has a certain job.
5. Unsolved: I don't understand. 6. Provide: engage and participate.
[Analysis] "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellany" is a group of large-scale family poems created by the poet after he retired to his hometown. There are 60 poems, which describe the rural scenery in spring, summer, autumn and winter and the life of farmers, and also reflect the exploitation and hardships suffered by farmers. This is one of them, which describes a scene of rural summer life.
The first sentence "Going out to farm during the day, getting hemp at night" means: weeding in the field during the day and rubbing hemp thread at night. "Tillage" means weeding.
In early summer, the seedlings need weeding. This is what men should do.
"Ji Ma" refers to women who rub twine and weave cloth at night after finishing other work during the day. This sentence directly wrote the labor scene.
The second sentence "the children in the village mind their own affairs" refers to men and women. The whole poem uses the tone of an old farmer, and "children" refers to young people. "Being in charge" means that both men and women are not allowed to be idle and mind their own business.
In the third sentence, "children and grandchildren are not prepared for farming and weaving", and "children and grandchildren" refer to those children who can neither farm nor weave, but are not idle. They have been in contact with and love labor since childhood, so they "learn to grow melons under the shade of mulberry trees" and learn to grow melons under the lush mulberry trees.
This is a common phenomenon in rural areas, but it is quite distinctive. The conclusion shows the naive interest of rural children.
With a fresh style, the poet described the tense labor atmosphere in the early summer in the countryside in a more delicate way, which made it interesting to read. Four-season rural hybrid Fan Song becomes a big Li Jinxing fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. Note: ① Maihua-Maisui is called Tuhua, which is white and green, and it is in April and May of the lunar calendar in Suzhou, south of the Yangtze River.
Cauliflower-refers to rape flower. April and May of the lunar calendar are bright yellow, with fallen flowers and seeds, so it is called "sparse".
② Day length-the longest day from summer to day. Hedge, autumn hedge.
Qu Yuan's June wind filled the lake with clear lotus fragrance, and the red and green fans reflected clear waves. Mulan boat is like a flower girl, a lotus house, and Ai 'er.
Xia Daishiping suckling duck pond, the water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Songs and land tours in early summer have turned red and purple into dust, and the sound of cuckoo has entered the summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
In the water margin, the sun in Shi Naian is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
5. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about summer nights.
A good story describing a summer night
A good story describing a summer night
1, summer nights are always so intoxicating, and the dark sky is full of shining stars, which is particularly dazzling. A bright moon hangs high in the air, and the faint light is like a gauze, fluttering on the river, like a layer of broken silver. The summer wind is expected, blowing slowly, especially fresh and cool. Frogs hiding in the grass also began to be presumptuous, croaking incessantly, while cicadas clinging to the trunk never gave up, croaking "Got it". I don't know when fireflies also flew out to enjoy the cool, shining on the tree, which was particularly beautiful.
2. The moonlight on a summer night is particularly bright, and people's shadows are particularly clear. The trees on the mountain, wearing long skirts, seem to dance on the hillside. The nearby trees cast mottled pictures, big or small, dense or sparse, geometric patterns, or black shadows. Unlike pictures in the world, people watch and talk about the growth of crops and the harmony of families. They sent one away.
After a while, there were two barks in the distance, as if a drunk suddenly interrupted a drunken remark, which surprised us. However, let us really realize that there is still its voice in this world.
When summer comes, cicadas on the trees can't wait to climb to the top of the trees, and there is a lively scene of "cicadas singing in the breeze at night". In the city, nothing changes at night, but the simple countryside has changed a lot. The roadside has experienced decades of new vitality under the trees. Kind and naive country people are laughing and laughing under a century-old tree. Although there are no colorful lanterns in the city, there is a steady stream of laughter; There is no fighting posture in the debate, but a war of words between the older generation; There is no such expensive history museum, but there is a living history.