Yu Guangzhong
Midsummer night when I was a child.
Naive dreams are all cut with white gauze.
Luo Zhang's dome gently tilted down.
Pore of nebula □□
Looking up is a little hypnotic.
And dream catchers are always dense.
Cann't fly into a bloodthirsty assassin
-Nightcrawler in a black shirt with a dagger.
I had to complain outside.
But I have to add moonlight and shadows.
A few timid insect calls
A wisp of Zen mosquito-repellent incense
Recruit people to sleep, meander to sleep-
open one's eyes
The crimson light is half a bed.
2. The poem "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" about "Summer" is full of trees, with a long summer meaning and a balcony reflection into the pool.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. "Small Pool" Author: Yang Wanli spring eyes silently cherish the trickle, soft shade according to the water.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. There is also Bai Juyi's "Watching the Wheat Harvest" (I don't know how hot it is, but it's a pity that the summer is long. )
Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" (in the fragrance of rice and flowers, it is said that the harvest year is good and the frogs are heard. ) Zhu Ziqing's Moonlight on the Lotus Pond is a winding little cinder road beside the lotus pond.
This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. There are many trees around the lotus pond, which is very sad.
On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary.
It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak. Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most.
These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke.
There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy.
At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
3. Poems about summer 1. The charm of summer, the sound of summer in the modern afterglow, the patio opened. Who told me to use the sound of summer humidity outside the patio? In the kneading of the sound, some of my things have been preheated for three seasons and broke out in one season. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am soft in summer and dredge my blood in summer. I accepted repeated violations of the ban. Occlusion hints accumulate in my heart again and again, ready to tell the language. I am eager to get lost in summer, and I forget my way when I come. Listening to the sigh of a person stumbling at this pace in summer, I planted trees on the grass with wet palms in summer. A leafy tree longs for people to shed tears on the crown and bury their sighs among the root trees. During the day, trees disappear, and at night, trees are exposed to starlight and new moon. Because it was planted in summer, I learned code words and expressed myself only by shaking branches. There is a kind of happiness called being conquered, a kind of feeling called being on the road, a season called summer, a beautiful lake called summer and a quiet lake called summer. The beautiful lake in summer almost makes people look up and walk along the lake, and there are 1000 postures to swim in it. The lake is like touching a person's skin. Summer makes the lake mysterious, and some talking fish are swimming. Summer makes the lake grass flourish, and there are also some traps of desire. Summer makes this lake charming. Women walk by the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, light attracts light and overflows another lake, which constitutes another kind of beauty. In fact, what they deliberately pursue has long since disappeared, whether it is summer or winter. 2. Burying of the Stars The modern light blue night overflows into the window. In midsummer, the little palace lanterns filled with fireflies are dreaming, dreaming of the light in the Tang Palace, dreaming of another summer night, dreaming of the continuation and death of a star's funeral, dreaming of your sigh, my review and a moment of silence. 3. Where can I wait for wild grapes except in summer? Green is everywhere. Climb high with a few full thoughts without waves, and disperse all the forces as much as possible. Shan Ye wants you to choose dark and bright eyes. In the summer morning, cicadas blew their horns early in the morning, and heat waves began to pour into the still trees one after another. My thoughts are empty, for example, I put the distant scenery on hold further out of the window. 5. Follow the mountain road to Guayuan to find summer. Release some sweat and tears, ask the earth, is it fun to buy it? Do you still want to be lonely at night? The neon lights in the city are flashing with spiritual water, which is cool to the heart. Where is the summer around the big banyan tree in the rural village? Summer is not to find you, but to find it. This is your wish.
I sent n poems about summer here.
The first song is very short.
In the afterglow of the star burial, the light blue night overflows into the window. In the midsummer, the small palace lanterns filled with fireflies are dreaming, dreaming of the lamp fans chased in the Tang Palace, dreaming of another summer night, dreaming of the continuation and demise of a star burial, and your sigh. My review and a moment's silence, Wild Grapes, where can I wait for hope except in summer? Green is everywhere, the wind can't blow the waves, and a few strings are full of thoughts. Climb as high as possible, so that all the forces are scattered in the vast Shan Ye. I hope you can pick black and bright eyes ——————————— "The Charm of Summer" I, the courtyard of summer sound is open. Who's outside the patio? The humid voice of summer calls me? In the kneading of the sound, something of mine warmed the three seasons. A season broke out. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am very soft in summer. I accepted the hint of breaking the imprisonment again and again. I am accumulating in my mind over and over again, ready to speak the language. I am eager to get lost in summer and forget the way when I came. Listen to the man who tripped in summer. Sigh 2. "Planting trees in summer" My palms are wet, so I climb on the grass to plant trees in summer. A tree that blows with its own branches and leaves, a tree that grows up in a hug, a tree that tears in its crown and buries its sigh in the middle of its roots is a tree that longs for people to disappear during the day and plant trees under the starlight and crescent moon at night. Because it was planted in summer, I learned code words and only shook branches to express myself. "Lake of Summer" has a kind of happiness called being conquered, and a kind of feeling called being on the road. There is a season called summer. There is a beautiful lake called summer. The lake in summer is very quiet, almost silent. The lake in summer is beautiful, almost looking up. It's like stroking your skin and swimming in the lake. Summer makes the lake mysterious, and some talking fish are swimming. Summer makes the lake grass flourish, and there are also some traps for desire. Summer makes this lake charming. Women walk around the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, light moves in front of them. Light attracts light and overflows another lake, forming another kind of beauty. In fact, the things that are deliberately pursued have long disappeared, whether in summer or winter ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————. We are happy lovers with tacit understanding. I have a great feeling of reading. We are quiet in the summer wind. My imagination is intoxicating. Romantic, I guess. There are many kinds of customs in Yuan Ye in summer. I like water as an emotion. 2. Sitting in the summer moonlight, waiting for you. Summer is coming to an end. You whispered to me in the distance. Summer is bitter and I look forward to waiting for you. Sitting in the moonlight in summer, the clouds can't be erased. My heart can't be quiet and infatuated. When can I see the back of your trip? I walked into the depths of Yuan Ye and into your mind. I silently felt the weight of time and refused to leave for a long time.
5. Modern summer poems: poems about summer.
Rain washes the summer sky.
The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Write the story of that year.
Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.
You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
Since the first summer after you left.
I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.
I don't understand why you chose to leave, and whether I will continue to wait.
The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.
6. I sent n poems about summer.
The first song is very short.
In the afterglow of the star burial, the light blue night overflows the window, and the small palace lanterns of fireflies are too full in midsummer. I dream of the Tang Palace, the light I am chasing, another summer night, the funeral of a star, the extension and extinction of a flash, your sigh, my review and a moment's silence, "wild grapes". Where can I wait for hope except summer? Green is everywhere, the wind can't blow the waves, and a few strings are full of thoughts. Climb as high as possible, so that all the forces are scattered in the vast Shan Ye. I hope you can pick black and bright eyes ——————————— "The Charm of Summer" I, the courtyard of summer sound is open. Who's outside the patio? The humid voice of summer calls me? In the kneading of the sound, something of mine warmed the three seasons. A season broke out. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am very soft in summer. I accepted the hint of breaking the imprisonment again and again. I am accumulating in my mind over and over again, ready to speak the language. I am eager to get lost in summer and forget the way when I came. Listen to the man who tripped in summer. Sigh 2. "Planting trees in summer" My palms are wet, so I climb on the grass to plant trees in summer. A tree that blows with its own branches and leaves, a tree that grows up in a hug, a tree that tears in its crown and buries its sigh in the middle of its roots is a tree that longs for people to disappear during the day and plant trees under the starlight and crescent moon at night. Because it was planted in summer, I learned code words and only shook branches to express myself. "Lake of Summer" has a kind of happiness called being conquered, and a kind of feeling called being on the road. There is a season called summer. There is a beautiful lake called summer. The lake in summer is very quiet, almost silent. The lake in summer is beautiful, almost looking up. It's like stroking your skin and swimming in the lake. Summer makes the lake mysterious, and some talking fish are swimming. Summer makes the lake grass flourish, and there are also some traps for desire. Summer makes this lake charming. Women walk around the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, light moves in front of them. Light attracts light and overflows another lake, forming another kind of beauty. In fact, the things that are deliberately pursued have long disappeared, whether in summer or winter ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————. We are happy lovers with tacit understanding. I have a great feeling of reading. We are quiet in the summer wind. My imagination is intoxicating. Romantic, I guess. There are many kinds of customs in Yuan Ye in summer. I like water as an emotion. 2. Sitting in the summer moonlight, waiting for you. Summer is coming to an end. You whispered to me in the distance. Summer is bitter and I look forward to waiting for you. Sitting in the moonlight in summer, the clouds can't be erased. My heart can't be quiet and infatuated. When can I see the back of your trip? I walked into the depths of Yuan Ye and into your mind. I silently felt the weight of time and refused to leave for a long time.
7. I am anxious to find modern poems about summer, and don't find me ancient poems about summer.
Smile in the air
Sleep draws green from willow branches.
Dreams from butterfly traction in spring
Chaos and ambiguity put the hot side.
Primitive dream
Can't bypass the winding path full of thorns
The shoulder carrying the bag is very hot.
A struggle against one's will
Confused by the footsteps surrounded.
Hesitation is at the crossroads of fire.
Indulge in burning desire, stay up all night
Looking for lotus flowers, looking for a pool of frogs
Looking for ugliness and heartbreak
Cicadas that tell parting.
Let go of your heart
A deep dream can be in the arms of the night.
Find some comfort and say goodbye for a while.
Shake off and haggard in the drizzle
I can't find the direction in which the geese fall into the tall building.
The faint eyebrows of the sunset glow can't be covered.
Look through the door
The days of thunder and lightning can't resist.
Open calendar
I can't escape turning over a page.
On July 7, 2007, I laughed.
The faint blue color reveals the loneliness of a place.
Write the story of that year.
Play it back like an old movie without leaving the scene.
You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then you cried.
I don't know what to do. I can't help dreaming that my sadness will stay.
Since the first summer after you left.
I try to record things about you and me in the most beautiful poems.
Helpless fingertips are cold
Can't write warm words
Oh, baby, but I still don't understand.
I don't understand why you chose to leave, and whether I will continue to wait.
The leaves of the plane floated by the roadside, and the green moonlight lingered outside the door.
One day the lost heart will come back.
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