1. The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain with wings.
people are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, so why should heaven not hesitate to do it?
from: Song Wangling's Summer Drought and Bitter Heat.
The breeze has no power to drive away the heat in summer, and the setting sun seems to have wings, swirling on the hill and refusing to descend. People are worried that the rivers and lakes will be dried up in this drought. Isn't God afraid that the Milky Way will be dried up?
2. Get up in the middle of the night in bitter heat, and go upstairs to find clothes alone.
the summer heat is condensed in the mountains, and the splendor of the stars and the Han dynasty shines.
when the fire crystal is dry, the wind will stop when the wild is quiet.
explore the soup and draw the yin well, and the stove will open the heavy door.
from: Tang Zongyuan's "Climbing the West Building on a Bitter Summer Night".
It's too hot to get up in the middle of the night and put on clothes to enjoy the cool in the west building. Yamazawa embodies the scorching heat, and the Milky Way shines like Zhan Lu. The sun has already dried the dew that moistens everything, but the wilderness is quiet but not cool. The heat wave rolled in and took a bath from the well water, and the burning heat opened the door to enjoy the cool.
3. It's full of rustic heat, and the back is burning with sunlight.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
from: watching mowing wheat by Tang Juyi.
Their feet were fumigated by the hot air on the ground, and their backs were basking in the hot sun. Exhausted as if I didn't know that the weather was hot, I just cherished the long summer days.
4. If the scale of ten thousand tiles is like a fire dragon, the sweat of the Japanese car will melt without moving.
I'm sitting in a steaming pot without any reason.
from: song luyou's bitter fever.
The tiles on the house seem to be fire dragons, and even if people sit still during the day, they are still sweating. There is no way, can't fly out of the heat like a bird with wings, and can only endure this unbearable heat like sitting in a steamer.
5. Six dragons swim endlessly, and the sun rises in the dog days.
a few cases of restlessness and tiredness in bed.
the sweat is like a shower, and the wind is like soup.
from Xiao Gang, Southern Dynasties.
The sun god drives around the sky with six dragons, galloping with the intense sunshine that never stops in dog days. Sweat on my body is like torrential rain, and my bed is as hot as being lit by a big torch. I look up in the courtyard and hope that the wind will blow quickly, but even if it comes, it will be as hot as a fire. 2. the poems describing the scorching summer are
1. I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
(Bai Juyi: Watching Mowing Wheat)) 2. Living deeply in the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing)) 3. The first summer was still peaceful, and the grass did not rest.
(Xie Lingyun: (Swim Red Stone into Sailing Sea) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and it is cool to open the porch. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh") 5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down and I dare to eat.
(Dai Fugu: Great Fever) 6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love the long summer days. (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet") 7. Residual clouds harvest summer heat, and new rain brings autumn haze.
(Cen Can: "Water Pavilion Delivers Wang Shaofu of Huayin to the County") 8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go, and it will be sunny before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Happy Sunny") 9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet.
(Du Fu: "Jiangcun") 1. Why hate when Fangfei is gone? Xia Muyang is just lovely. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day." 3. What are the poems describing the scorching summer?
1.
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Plums have sour and soft teeth, and plantains are green and screened.
I sleep for a long time and think mercilessly, watching children catch willow flowers.
2.
Song Dynasty: Sima Guang
April was clear and the rain was clear, and Nanshan became a distinct household.
there is no catkin because of the wind, only sunflower leans towards the sun.
3.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The Tian family was less idle in the moon, and people were twice as busy in May.
at night, when the south wind comes, the wheat turns yellow.
the mother-in-law pays for food, and the child carries the kettle pulp.
She goes with Xiang Tian, and Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
it's full of rustic heat, and my back is burning in the sun.
I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman again, holding her son by her side.
Her right hand holds the ear and her left arm hangs over the basket.
it's sad to hear what they care about.
I've lost all my taxes, so I'll take this to satisfy my hunger.
what merits do I have today? I have never been involved in farming and mulberry.
Li Lu has three hundred stones, and Yan has surplus grain at the age of 3.
I feel ashamed of this privately, and I can't forget it every day.
4. Summer in the Mountain Pavilion
Tang Dynasty: Gao Pian
The trees are dark and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
the crystal curtain is breezy, and the roses are covered with fragrance.
5, "Summer Meaning"
Song Dynasty: Su Shunqin
The other hospital was deeply in the summer, and the pomegranate bloomed everywhere.
It's noon every day when the trees are shaded all over the ground, and when I dream of a warbler, I sound. 4. The poem of scorching summer
Mountain Pavilion In summer, the trees in Gao Pian are dark and the summer is long, and the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain is breezy, and the roses are full of fragrance. Yang Wanli's "Small Pond" "The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, and the lotus just shows its sharp corners, and dragonflies stand on its head long ago." "Early Summer" Sima Guang's April is clear and the rain is clear, and Nanshan's household turns. Only the sunflower leans towards the sun. Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin. No one has ever fallen on the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. Yang Wanli, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of four o'clock in June. The lotus leaves are infinite in the next day, and the lotus flowers are different in color. On the fifteenth night, he looks at the moon, and Wang Jian's atrium is inhabited by crows in Bai Shu, and sweet-scented osmanthus is silent in Coody Leng. I don't know whose home Qiu Si belongs to. Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky, with snow in Xiling in the window, and the Soochow Wan Li boat moored at the door. Meng Haoran's in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin is distributed in the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises, and open my window and lie down in peace, the wind brings me odours of lotuses and and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew. If you want to play the piano, you hate to be rewarded by your bosom friend. O troubler of my midnight dreams. The summer in the Mountain Pavilion written by the poet Gao Pian in the Tang Dynasty has dark green trees and long summer days. The balcony is reflected in the pond, and the water curtain is breezy, which is full of roses. The cool breeze written by the poet Wang Ling in the Song Dynasty can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain, so people are afraid of exhaustion of rivers and seas, and the sky will not hesitate to dry up the river. The poet Qin Guan in the Song Dynasty brought a cool breeze to chase after the willow outside. The wind will make the pool lotus fragrant. The Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Chasing for Cool in Summer Night" is still hot in the afternoon, and when the door opens, it stands in the middle of the moon. The bamboo trees are full of insects, and sometimes it is cool but just the wind. The Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran's "in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin" in the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises, sends out the cool in the evening, and open my window and lie down in peace, the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew, I would take up my lute and I would play and but, alas, who here would understand?. O troubler of my midnight dreams, a poet of Song Dynasty, Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning" leaves a courtyard with a clear summer banquet, and pomegranates bloom all over the curtain. The shade of trees is all over the ground at noon, and when I dream of a warbler, the poet of Southern Song Dynasty, Lu You's "Living in the Early Summer", has a beautiful place for the Weng family, and the locust tree is shaded in the middle of the field. Sometimes when the water is full, I can see the herons and the grass is deep, and frogs can be heard everywhere. Long has turned his head to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still open. 5. Beautiful poems and sentences describing the hot summer
Mountain Pavilion Summer Gao Pian
The trees are dark and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
the crystal curtain is breezy, and the roses are covered with fragrance.
Yang Wanli's "Little Pond"
"The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunny and soft. Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and dragonflies stood on his head long ago. "
"Early Summer" Sima Guang
April is clear and the rain is clear at first sight,
Nanshan has become a distinct household.
There is no catkin because of the wind,
Only sunflower leans towards the sun.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda
Plums are golden and apricots are fat,
Wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves are infinitely bright in the next day,
The lotus flowers reflected in the sun are different in color.
Looking at the moon for fifteen nights, Wang Jian
The crows in Bai Shu in the atrium, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in Coody Leng are silent.
I wonder whose house Qiu Si will fall into tonight.
quatrains
Du Fu
Two orioles singing green willows,
A line of egrets flying into the sky,
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling,
The Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate.
in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin by Meng Haoran
the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
it is cool in the evening, and open my window and lie down in peace.
the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew.
I would take up my lute and I would play, but, alas, who here would understand?.
and so I think of you, old friend, o troubler of my midnight dreams.
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion by Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty
The trees are dark and the summer is long, the balcony is reflected into the pond,
The water curtain is breezy, and the roses are full of fragrance.
Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain.
People are already afraid of exhaustion of rivers and seas, and the sky will not hesitate to do it.
The Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's "Naliang"
brought a coffin to chase the cool outside the willow, and painted a bridge on the south bank of the Hu bed.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are staggered, and the wind sets the pool lotus fragrant.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"
The night heat is still the same in the afternoon, and the door is small and the moon is bright.
deep in the bamboo trees, where insects are singing, it's cool sometimes, but it's just wind.
in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin by Meng Haoran, a poet in the Tang Dynasty
the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
it is cool in the evening, and open my window and lie down in peace.
the wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew.
I would take up my lute and I would play, but, alas, who here would understand?.
and so I think of you, old friend, o troubler of my midnight dreams.
Su Shunqin, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote "Summer Meaning"
The other courtyard was deeply clear in summer, and pomegranate bloomed everywhere.
It's noon every day when the trees are shaded all over the ground, and when I dream of a warbler, I sound.
A secluded early summer by Lu You, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty
The scenery of the lake and the mountain is beautiful, and the path of the locust tree is oblique in the shade.
sometimes when the water is full, you can see the heron, and frogs can be heard everywhere in the grass.
the bamboo shoots of the dragon are too numerous, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.
sigh and forget the past, who will sleep for tea? 6. What are the poems describing the heat in summer
1. Chasing the cool in summer night
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The heat in the night is still the same as that in the afternoon, and the door is small and the moon is bright.
it is not the wind that is sometimes cool in the place where dense insects are singing in the deep bamboo trees.
Translation:
At noon in summer, the weather is hot. I didn't expect it to be so hot at night. Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and trees in the distance, there was a sound of insects chirping, and a burst of cool feeling floated head-on. However, this is not the wind, perhaps it is the quiet coolness of nature.
2. In the Summer Mountains
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
was lazy to shake the white feather fan and was naked in the green forest.
take off your towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle loose air on the top.
Translation:
I'm too lazy to shake the white feather fan to get rid of the heat, and stay naked in the green Woods. Take off your headscarf and hang it on the stone wall, letting the cool breeze between pine trees blow over your head.
3,
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
brought a coffin to chase the cool outside the willow, and painted a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are staggered, and the wind sets the pool lotus fragrant.
Translation:
Going out with a staff to find a cool place, painting the south bank of the bridge with trees and trees, it is very comfortable to sit on the Hu bed. Silent moonlit night, the uneven flute sounds lingering in the ear, the evening wind is early, the lotus in the pool is in full bloom, the fragrance is overflowing, and it secretes people's hearts and spleen.
4. Climbing to the West Building on a Bitter Summer Night
In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan
got up in the middle of a bitter night and went to the building to find his own clothes. Yamazawa condenses the summer heat, and Xinghan shines brightly. The fire crystal is dry and dew, and the wild static stops the wind.
explore the soup and draw the yin well, and the stove will open the heavy door. You can't sweat if you hesitate for a long time. Don't argue about the poison in the pavilion, but appeal to you.
I'm afraid it's not an aunt's shot, but it's better to be quiet than to be happy.
Translation:
It's too hot to get up in the middle of the night and put on clothes to enjoy the cool in the west building. Yamazawa embodies the scorching heat, and the Milky Way shines like Zhan Lu. The sun has already dried the dew that moistens everything, but the wilderness is quiet but not cool. The heat wave rolled in and took a bath from the well water, and the burning heat opened the door to enjoy the cool. Wandering around against the railing for a long time, sweating all over the body.
is there any maintenance in this heat? Look up and see Beidou, and complain to God. I know I'm not a virgin, and it's hopeless to conquer heat with quietness.
5.
Qing Dynasty: Xiang Hongzuo
Shuitian Qing dialect, quiet people in the courtyard to sell summer. The candle torch can't shake the curtain, and the bamboo shadow is half picturesque.
when you are drunk, you can help Taosheng, and the cooked fan is cool and light. When it rains in the lotus pond, the Ming Dynasty is the sound of autumn.
translation:
The water and sky are all quiet and cool, and the quiet people in the courtyard are enjoying the cool summer. The curtain is high and the breeze shakes the candles in the room, and the bamboo shadow is reflected on the wall like a beautiful bamboo picture. After getting drunk, I lay down on a bamboo pole made of peach and bamboo, and lightly fanned my hair with a wan fan. The shower in the lotus pond has passed in one fell swoop, and tomorrow will definitely be the autumn wind. 7. Exquisite poems and sentences describing the hot summer
Mountain Pavilion In summer, the trees in Gao Pian are dark and the summer is long, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
the crystal curtain is breezy, and the roses are covered with fragrance. Yang Wanli's "Little Pool" "The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
Xiao He just showed his sharp horns, and dragonflies stood on his head long ago. " "Early Summer" Sima Guang's April is clear and the rain is clear, and Nanshan is clear.
there is no catkin because of the wind, only sunflower leans towards the sun. "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat flowers are white and cauliflower is thin.
no one has ever crossed the long fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
The lotus leaves in the next day are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are different in red. On the 15th night, the Bai Shu rooster crows in Wang Jian's atrium, and the Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus. Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.
Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets flying into the sky, the window containing snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat moored at the door. Meng Haoran, in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin, the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west, in the east from the lake the slow moon rises.
it is cool in the evening, and open my window and lie down in peace. The wind brings me odours of lotuses, and bamboo-leaves drip with a music of dew.