Aesthetic Poems Describing Xiao Shu

In study, work and even life, you must have seen classic poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. There are many kinds of poems. What kind of poems have you read? The following is a beautiful poem describing Xiao Xia, which I compiled. I hope it will help you!

Aesthetic Poems Describing Xiao Shu 1 Comfort

Trouble in rainy season

A heavy hook

Every time I start, I am very excited.

dark

Be red in the face by the sun

Under the tree

lakeside

Talking about the rising temperature

And the stock market.

A brown dog is crawling on the ground.

Look greedily at the distance

The little girl in the cart licked it sweetly.

A sunburned lollipop

Seasonal enthusiasm

Can't burn

Calm down. Peace in life.

Pictures that change every day.

Always stop people.

Wei Hui durian

Why are beautiful poems all about Xiao Shu 2?

So enthusiastic

When all the fruits

Turn to a shy face.

When all the waves

Sing Bai Peng's songs.

When all the rain

Kiss the barren soil

When all the sunshine

Nourish a withered heart

When you give everything you have

Hold me in your arms.

I have nothing.

I don't know how to do it.

see you again

I'm not afraid of the heat. The sun is like a fire.

Roasting the earth. I was walking in the street.

Look at the nude. High temperature for several days in a row

Heaven and earth are like steaming houses, wrapped around me.

Scary, like a sweat soaked your forehead.

It's horrible, just like a hot iron scalding your skin.

After crossing street after street.

I have traveled one journey after another.

So many cars shuttle.

There are so many pedestrians with umbrellas.

Just me, like a fanatic.

I'm thinking: what's wrong with this?

It's just a free sweat.

Come and sunbathe

I am convinced that only inner peace.

Resist the heat of the outside world

Aesthetical poem 4 describing the hot summer heard the heavy rain coming,

It is the arrival of summer.

Seeing the roses in full bloom,

It's the rest of summer.

Yao Ming climbed the mountain,

But fell to the bottom.

Do you want to start over or give up?

If I start over, I will be exhausted and scarred.

Giving up is unwilling!

It's really hot in midsummer, so hot.

A beautiful poem describing the scorching heat: Five streets under the scorching sun

At midsummer dusk

Full of sour taste

People walk their dogs by the river in droves.

Give a gasp from the moving pace

Nail loneliness to a rope.

The silence in the park was drowned out by singing.

A gentle but not simple dance.

Put loneliness on the stage

What happened? We have all become far away.

So close and inaccessible.

In summer, the lotus pond enjoys cool air.

The scent of bath and lotus floated out.

Has become a memory of the past.

A generation goes hand in hand.

Like a farewell of a century.

A generation that is difficult to integrate.

Be sure to remember.

There is not much distance between love and hate.

At least in your soul.

Already full of years of harvest.

Always in a hurry

Always complaining endlessly

Youth is publicized in this era.

There is no doubt about the flavor of this era.

Old people are persistent and biased.

We must move forward together and face everyone.

One day at sunrise and two days at sunset. three days ...

Everyone sticks to his own calendar.

I keep reading and reciting.

How much is not easily overlooked by us?

And regret it.

Love and hate are between one thought.

It is our time to learn tolerance.

Growing pains and compulsory courses

Only great love can heal the wounds of generations.

Turn sour taste into fragrance

Let the chaos you see not disturb your strings.

We all need a world.

We need to work together to create.

I am afraid of holding hands, hugging, greeting and helping.

Laugh in person.

Leave a good memory for a lifetime.

How are you on midsummer night?

A beautiful poem describing the heat. The breeze blows over your face.

Bring green information

The hot summer is coming.

The mountains are green.

The water is green.

Even the warm air is green

There is no fragrance of spring flowers

Ushered in a different gorgeous.

A beautiful woman in a skirt with a small umbrella.

On campus, in the park

On the street, in small groups.

Walking, chatting and playing.

A beautiful poem describing the summer heat. Seven villages will be pink and green.

Translated into melon-scented days

You were born from a drop of dew on a leaf.

And then running all the way.

Chasing the footsteps of rain

A cool breeze followed.

A butterfly of different colors.

Just turned the old jujube tree next to the arch bridge at the village head.

Suddenly disappeared.

If you lose something,

Pond after childhood dusk

A group of grinning people.

Lv Ping nursery rhymes

Splash naked waves

Inadvertently-

A shy cricket.

Along the warm sloping stone road

Through your lotus cheeks.

Climb into your silent ear

therefore

A grain of rice began to fill its chest.

At this time-

Beyond the sky

Mengzhishang

An eagle stood still.

A shiny mass.

The rustling moonlight.

The beautiful poem 8 describing the hot summer is empty in the stomach.

There is an echo of snoring from time to time.

This is my first reaction when I saw a plate of watery grapes.

It's very hot,

Grapes soaked themselves into blisters one by one, and the sun scorched the earth.

My cabin fan entered the south window room, and there was an echo of purring.

Sitting by the window, facing a plate of grapes on the table,

I heard I ate one,

There's one missing from the plate, less and less,

There was only an empty plate left in the end.

I heard the echo of purring on the plate again.

A beautiful poem describing the hot summer, 9 bamboo mats put together.

The village hand fluttered like a butterfly.

Those oozing from the earth wall

As cool and comfortable as dew after midnight.

With the moon full of yellow rings.

Shenyong Xishan

Occasionally there are one or two fireflies.

Still put those nights

Look carefully.

The air conditioner is installed outside the building.

Sigh high and sigh low.

Why did you defect?

One side of a hand-made building

The indifference of not talking to each other

tears

Dropping on a sultry night when no one cares.

Minor Heat

Think of grandma's hand

The cattail leaf fan that shakes till dawn.