Summer poems of thousands of families
The wind in changxiajiang village is getting clearer and clearer, and cockatoos have been generated.
Butterflies spread their wings on the branches that bloom at noon. On a sunny day, spiders make a spider's web in the corner.
The moonlight shines on the curtain, leans on the pillow, and listens to the murmur of the stream.
Long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I want to fish this life.
Wangchuan accumulated rain
Title: Thousands of Poems by Wang Wei
Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.
Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? ?
Summer in the Mountain Pavilion (Tang Gaopian)
The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.
Summer Drought and Bitter Heat by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling;
The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.
People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.
Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, enjoys the cool.
Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.
In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.
Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, chased the cold in summer nights;
The heat at night is still the same as that in the afternoon. Open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.
Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.
Xia Yi by Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty;
Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cold all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.
Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, lived in seclusion in early summer;
The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded.
When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.
The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.
Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.