1. Poems about the passing of summer and the coming of autumn
Poems about the passing of summer and the coming of autumn 1. Sentences describing the passing of summer and the coming of autumn
There is only one whole poem I hope you can feel it
It was a windy day. Over the fields where I was walking before dusk, the flowing clouds hurried past like pages of a book that were turning rapidly. But the blue sky exposed through the gaps in the clouds is indeed brighter and bluer. In the blink of an eye, the blue sky was divided into countless bright and twinkling paths, winding away from east to west, and the western sky was filled with all kinds of brilliant rays of light that had never been seen before...
The wind kept blowing the clouds to the west, and the clouds collapsed, spraying out flaming magma, and then condensed into colorful mountains - the bright red sunset soon hung on their backs. On the other side of the sky, a crescent moon appeared on the treetops, just like a trumpet, which was blown in the approaching night.
The wind turned, blowing from the south, then swept north, where it fell silent.
The fields swept by the wind are vast: Russia stretches as far as the eye can see.
The air was exceptionally fresh, filled with the spicy fragrance of mugwort and the tranquility of the swamp. At the corner of the path, a person rode a bicycle straight towards me. This was a girl from the collective farm, wearing white Sweater and red skirt. When we were side by side, she stopped the car and said softly: "It feels a bit like autumn..." Then she threw me an apple as ripe as marble, and then rode forward again.
I suddenly felt that it was autumn that came riding a bicycle, with thin frost flowers and shining red leaves.
2. A poem describing the passing of spring and the coming of summer, the passing of summer and the coming of autumn, the passing of autumn and the coming of winter, and the passing of winter and the return of spring.
1. Describe the passing of spring and the coming of summer.
"Wanqing"
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Shangyin
Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear.
God's will is pity on the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.
Also add high pavilions and small windows.
After the bird's nest is dry, its body becomes lighter when it returns.
Translation:
A man lives in seclusion and lives a quiet life. Looking down at Jia City, spring has gone and summer is clear.
The grass was soaked by the rain, but finally received God's love, and the sky cleared after the rain.
Climbing up to the high pavilion and leaning on the railing, you can see the sky and the sky are vastly different, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the window lattice.
The bird's nests have been dried, and their bodies have regained their lightness.
2. Describe the passing of summer and the coming of autumn
"New Autumn"
Era: the prosperous Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
The fire clouds have not yet gathered the strange peaks, and the wind is startling for the first time when sleeping on the pillow.
In several desolate gardens, someone’s anvil and pestle are lonely.
The intermittent sound of cicadas saddens the waning moon, and the flames of fireflies illuminate the dusk sky.
The gift will be presented again in Kinmen. Late at night, I scratch my head and sigh at the flying canopy.
Translation:
In the summer evening, the red clouds in the sky change the majestic peaks and never disappear for a long time. Leaning on the pillow, I was surprised to feel a cool autumn breeze. In the cold autumn, countless gardens are in a state of desolation, and the sound of pounding clothes can be heard in the loneliness. As night falls, the cicadas, who have already felt the weather getting colder, scream sadly in the misty night of the waning moon, and fireflies flicker in the twilight.
Unable to achieve fame, I felt a lot of depression. I have already written an article to provide advice to the emperor, and I have been looking forward to the opportunity to contribute. As summer passes and autumn comes, it is inevitable that sometimes we feel like we are not being treated. In the middle of the night, I lament that the years are fleeting and drifting away.
3. Describe the passing of autumn and the coming of winter
"Four Seasons"
Era: Late Jin and early Song Dynasty
Author: Tao Yuanming
p>Spring water fills the surrounding areas, and summer clouds have many strange peaks.
The autumn moon shines brightly, and the winter ridge shows the solitary pine.
Translation:
After the midwinter, a pool of spring water overflowed the fields and swamps. The summer clouds were unpredictable, most of them rising suddenly like strange peaks in various shapes.
The autumn moon shines brightly, and under the bright moonlight, all the scenery is covered with a layer of blurred colors. A cold green pine on the high mountain in winter shows full of vitality.
4. Describe the passing of winter and the return of spring
"Qinzhou Shou Sui"
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Zhang Shuo
The old year ends tonight and the new year comes tomorrow.
My sorrowful heart follows the bucket handle, and I look to the northeast for the return of spring.
Translation:
The old year will be over after tonight, and tomorrow will be the first day of the new year.
The sorrow in my heart changes with the passing of time, maybe I can return to my hometown in spring.
Extended information:
Poetry exists in human cultural tradition. We always maintain a lofty attitude towards words like "poetry", "lyrical" and "beauty". deliberately. Humans not only have the ability to express themselves lyrically, but they also have the need to do so, based on the need to survive. In this way, lyric poetry is not only an aesthetic issue, but also an ontological issue, and the lyrical attitude becomes a category of human existence.
With the development of civilization and the emergence of social division of labor, "poets" who specialized in poetry appeared. The division between poets and non-poets arises. Poems and poets are always connected with some mysterious power. Poets were believed to be special and mysterious individuals chosen and inspired by the gods.
Poetics is about poetry, just like aesthetics is about beauty. It is difficult to have a generally accepted definition. If you ask a poet "what is poetry", just like if you ask an esthete "what is beauty", it is difficult to get a satisfactory answer. The reason why poetry is difficult to define is probably because "it belongs too much to the spiritual world and is too ethereal." Moreover, poetry can be divided into broad and narrow senses.
When the broad and narrow meanings of poetry are mixed together, "what is poetry" becomes even more complicated. Heidegger was dissatisfied with "referring poetry to literature" and did not agree that "poetry must find its form of existence in literature". This is inevitably a biased view.
Poetry is a kind of language art, and it should certainly belong to literature. Literature includes poetry, prose and novels, etc. Is there any doubt about this? However, the so-called poetry here is only poetry in a narrow sense. There is also a broad sense of poetry. Poetry in the broad sense no longer belongs to literature, and is no longer a branch and component of literature.
When we distinguish poetry in the broad sense from poetry in the narrow sense, a lot of confusion can be avoided, and the definition of poetry begins to become clear.
3. Words and phrases about summer passing and autumn coming
It was a windy day. Over the fields where I was walking before dusk, the flowing clouds seemed to be hurriedly turning over the pages of a book. Pass.
But the blue sky exposed through the gaps in the clouds is indeed brighter and bluer. In the blink of an eye, the blue sky was divided into countless bright and twinkling paths, winding away from east to west. The western sky was filled with all kinds of brilliant rays of light that had never been seen before... The wind kept blowing the clouds in the direction. In the western sky, the flowing clouds collapsed, spurting out flaming magma, and then condensed into colorful mountains - the bright red sunset soon hung on their backs.
On the other side of the sky, a crescent moon appeared on the treetops, just like a horn flute, which was blown in the approaching night. The wind turned, blowing from the south, then swept north, where it fell silent.
The fields swept by the wind are vast: Russia stretches as far as the eye can see. The air was exceptionally fresh, filled with the spicy fragrance of mugwort and the tranquility of the swamp. At the corner of the path, a person rode a bicycle straight toward me. She was a girl from the collective farm, wearing a white sweater and a red skirt.
When she was side by side with me, she stopped the car and said softly: "It smells a bit like autumn..." Then she threw me an apple as ripe as marble, and then moved forward again. Ride away. I suddenly felt that it was autumn that came riding a bicycle, with thin frost flowers and shining red leaves.
4. About Spring
Spring 1. Thousands of apricot trees bloom by the river, and the wind blows all night.
The garden is full of dark and light colors, shining in the green waves. "Spring Outing Song" by Wang Ya of the Tang Dynasty 2. A rustling east wind and drizzle came, and there was light thunder outside Furong Pond.
"Four Untitled Poems" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty 3. The cold goes away overnight, and spring returns at the fifth watch. Shi Qing of the Tang Dynasty "Ying Zhao Fu De Da Ye" 4. When does the east wind come, the green lake has already gone up the mountain.
Tang Qiu's "Inscription on Farmer's Cottage" 5. When I go to Jiangcheng Temple every year, I don't realize that the spring breeze is changing the wicker. Tang Dynasty Han Huang's "The Dark Sun Presents to the Judges" 6. The spring breeze congratulates without words, and the apricot orchard is filled with flowers and branches.
"Happy Zhang Feng Ji Di" by Zhao Gu of the Tang Dynasty 7. The sky is full of spring snow, and it looks like flowers are blooming wherever it touches. I wonder if any of the trees in the garden are real plum blossoms.
"Spring Snow" by Dongfang Qiu of the Tang Dynasty 8. The horses treading on the spring mud are half flowers. Dou Gong of the Tang Dynasty, "Xiangyang Cold Food Sends to Yu" 9. Smoke and water are sold to thousands of families for the first time, and the east wind blows thousands of willows.
"Xiangyang Cold Food Sends to Yu" by Dou Gong of the Tang Dynasty 10. There is an east wind blowing in in front of the court, and thousands of willows are heading west. Tang Dynasty Liu Fangping's "Spring Resentment" 11. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
"Yueyue" by Liu Fangping of the Tang Dynasty 12. A good wind blows one night, and ten thousand new flowers bloom. "Three Spring Outing Songs" by Linghu Chu of the Tang Dynasty 13. Falling flowers are full of spring, and sparse willows reflect the new pond.
"Reply to the Thirteenth Dimension of the King" by Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty 14. Flowers bloom in the wild, and the water in the spring pond flows turbulently. Li Jiayou of the Tang Dynasty "Send Wang Mu to Jizhou to Visit the King's Uncle Jun" 15. When the wind is weak, the willows are urged, and Lin Qingjue waits for the flowers.
Lu Xun of the Tang Dynasty "Return to the platform at the end of the year and watch the city as a slogan, first give it to the bride" 16. The peach and plum blossoms in the South Garden have all fallen, and the spring breeze is lonely shaking the empty branches. "Sentences" by Yang Ling of the Tang Dynasty 17. Thousands of weak willows and one branch of apricot, half containing spring rain and half hanging silk.
Tang Dynasty Wen Tingfan's "Ti Wangyuan Station" 18. Peach blossoms spring on the river, and mandarin ducks bathe on the water. "Bodhisattva Man" by Wei Zhuang, Former Shu of the Five Dynasties 19. The spring scenery in the garden is pleasant, with a few red flowers falling all over the ground.
"Spring in the Jade House" by Wei Chengban of the Later Shu Dynasty in the Five Dynasties, an ancient poem describing spring, "Spring Dawn" (Meng Haoran). Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and I hear birds singing everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and I know how many flowers have fallen. An ancient poem describing spring, "Ode to Willows" (He Zhizhang) ) The jasper is as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. An ancient poem describing spring: Happy Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) Good rain knows the season, when spring is happening. Sneak into the night with the wind. , Moisturizing things silently. The wild paths are dark with clouds, and the river boat fires are only bright. Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy in the official city. An ancient poem describing spring, Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei) People are idle, osmanthus flowers are falling, and the night is quiet in the spring sky. . The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. An ancient poem describing spring in the Qingming Festival (Du Mu) Rains fall heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by feel like they are dying. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. An ancient poem describing spring in Dalin Temple Peach Blossom (Bai Juyi) The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in mountain temples are beginning to bloom. The everlasting regret of returning to spring is nowhere to be found, and I don’t know where to turn. An ancient poem describing spring, Late Spring (Han Yu) The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple compete with the beauty. There is no talent in thinking about poplars and elm pods, but they can only explain the sky full of snow. An ancient poem describing spring in Early Spring is from Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Han Yu). The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beneficial thing about spring is that it is better than smoke. The imperial capital is full of willows. The ancient poem "Chunxing" describing spring (Wu Yuanheng) The willows are overcast with drizzle and clear, and all the fallen flowers can be seen wandering orioles. The spring breeze blows the dream of hometown all night, and then chases the spring breeze to Luocheng. The ancient poem describing spring is titled "Nanzhuang" in the capital city (Cui Hu) Last year, today, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face did not know where to go, but the peach blossoms still laughed at the spring breeze. An ancient poem describing spring (Du Fu) The river and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the flowers and grass are fragrant in the spring breeze. The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. . An ancient poem describing spring, Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers (Du Fu) Huang Si’s mother’s house is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies are lingering and dancing all the time, and the orioles are chirping at ease. Summer 1. I am too exhausted to know how hot it is, but it is a pity that summer is long.
(Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao Mao") 2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing)) 3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.
(Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Chishi and Sailing on the Sea)) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so I open my xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night") 5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still.
(Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat") 6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet") 7. The remaining clouds close the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn. Lan.
(Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin Back to the County") 8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only feel the summer when it clears up (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing") 9. Qingjiang. A song hugs the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet.
(Du Fu: "Jiangcun") 10. There is no need to regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan: "The Dark Sun of March." "Occasional title") "Autumn and Autumn Thoughts" Zhang Ji saw the autumn wind in Luoyang City, and he wanted to be a writer.
I am afraid that I can't finish it in a hurry, so I wrote a poem about autumn before leaving: "Mountain Dwelling in the Twilight of Autumn". After the new rain in the Tang Dynasty, the weather is late and the moon is shining among the pines, and the clear spring rocks are floating on the water. >
"Autumn Night Song" by Tang Dynasty King Wei Gui Po's new-born autumn dew, his clothes are thin and thin, and he has been playing diligently all night, and he is timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.
"Midnight Autumn Song" by Li Bai of Tang Dynasty. There is a moon in Chang'an, and the sound of thousands of households banging their clothes is endless.
When the Hulu is defeated, the good man stops his expedition. As in the painting, the mountains look at the clear sky at dawn.
The rain catches the mirror, the rainbow falls on the two bridges, the crowds are cold, and the old sycamore trees look like autumn colors. "Staying on the Jiande River" Tang Meng Haoran moved his boat to Yanzhu, and the guests were sad at dusk.
The sky is low in the wilderness, and the moon is clear on the river. In the autumn, Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty sent a message to the north mountain. Here, the recluse feels happy.
As soon as we look at each other, our hearts will disappear. Rest on the ferry. The trees on the horizon are like water chestnuts, and the islands by the river are like moons.
How can I get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival? "Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty.
The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega. "Ascending" by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty. The apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back in the clear sand of Zhugong.
The falling trees rustle in the sky. Down, the Yangtze River rolls in. The sad autumn is always a guest, and the sick people who have been sick for a hundred years appear alone. Overflowing with the cold, the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? "Mid-Autumn Moon" Tang Bai Juyi's thousands of miles of clear light cannot be imagined, adding sorrow and hatred to the end of the world.
Who has been garrisoning outside Long for a long time? Where can we say goodbye in front of the court? After falling out of favor, the old concubine returns to the hospital.
5. Poems about summer
I am at the end of the world.
People are already afraid of exhaustion of rivers and seas.
"First Summer"
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In Mengxia, all things are nourishing, swimming scales are delighted with the new algae, white raindrops jump into the boat, and the tower is reflected in the pond.
No one passes through the long fence.
You can’t carry the world with you.
Although the body is blue and purple, the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
The elk are happy to be in the deep forest, so it is better to return home early.
"Meng Xia"
Tang Jia Yan
In the summer of Meng in the south of the Yangtze River, wheat flowers, snow and cabbage flowers are sparse. The shade of the trees shines on the water and I love the clearness and softness. The fluttering wind blows my clothes. , Maolin spreads light.
The condition becomes restless and tired.
No matter how big or small things are.
In the old country, there are no visitors, the sound of bamboo dew drops is clear, and the loving bamboo shoots are like weaving. They are silently allowed to be created by nature. God will not hesitate to dry the rivers and rivers. It adapts itself to its normal state, so that the cup will not dry out. "Summer Night" Sigh"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The sun never fades, and the noise reaches thousands of directions.
It is better to relax your body and mind.
The fish is as cheap as mud. When the sun sets, it flies up the mountain with its wings, and the stork and crane soar?
"Unknown Miscellaneous Poems"
Mingshi Naian
The red sun is scorching like fire, and all flesh and blood are far away.
"What I Saw"
Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty
A shepherd boy rides an ox, lying in an open pavilion in an open space, and the fields and rice are half withered.
Distribute to enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, but the roses on the shelves fill the yard with fragrance?
There is snow at the height of Kunlun, and the princes and grandsons shake their fans.
Birds love dense leaves.
"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"
Song Yang Wanli
After all, in the middle of June in the West Lake, the scorching heat poisoned my intestines.
"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The black clouds turned over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and the plants and animals were in good condition for a while. How can I live forever, only dragonflies, crickets and butterflies fly, and the dust is so vast.
When I read Bihogos, I hate the ignorant music.
See the smallest details with empty light.
Why return to your hometown and spend your poor years guarding the frontier.
"Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1)
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, but they are only held in their own arms.
The mirage is like a pavilion, and the lotus flowers are uniquely red in the sun.
The farmer’s heart is like boiling water.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
The summer is long under the shade of green trees, feathers and insects are also flying, and there is no dusk or morning when doing moxibustion.
"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
Order of the King of Song Dynasty
The breeze cannot kill the heat, so why bother to swim in it.
I want to catch the chirping cicadas, but the cold is often left in the distance from Penglai.
Why do you wash your hands and dream in the middle of the night, and sing in the woods?
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners.
I want to play the piano.
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the moon gradually rises to the east.
When the bright moon comes out of Haotian, the scenery is different from that of the four seasons, and insects and snakes like abundant grass.
At night, a dragonfly was standing on top of Diao Dou.
Beicheng was in mourning.
Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, looking at the water below the lake tower like the sky, I think about it intensely.
The lotus leaves connecting to the sky are infinitely green, but I am alone withered.
Tianhe omissions.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance.
What's the use of worrying.
There are many fine wines in Xunyang.
"Small Pond"
Song Yang Wanli
The spring silently cherishes the trickle.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises.
In the morning, I went to the temple under the mountain, and in the evening I was drunk on the island in the lake.
"The South Pavilion is full of emotions in summer"
Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly fell to the west, and he suddenly stood up with his mouth closed.
With the wind thousands of miles away, we look at each other despite the heat
6. A collection of poems about summer
The river has just revealed its sharp corners, and dragonflies have already stood on it.
In April, the wormwood blooms and in May, the wormwood blooms. Show: Refers to grass plants bearing seeds. Fern: The name of the grass, also called "Polygala", has a bitter taste and can be used as medicine.
蜜: Cicada, also known as cicada. This is a poetic description of summer: In April, polygala trees are bearing fruit, and in May, cicadas are crying non-stop.
"The Book of Songs·Binfeng·July" Weixia in April, Kushu in June. Ku: Beginning. This poem describing summer means: Summer begins in April, and summer begins in June.
"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·April" Mengxia has long grass and trees, and sparse trees surround the house. Mengxia: The first month of summer, April of the lunar calendar. Fushu: The appearance of lush branches and leaves.
"Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. The first summer: Mengxia, the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
Summer Shou: Early summer.
"Serving Banquet" by Wang Sengru of the Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasties The wheat is ripe in the wind, and the plum blossoms are chasing the yellow in the rain. Northern Zhou Dynasty Yu Xin "Fenghe Summer Order" The summer pond is shaded by bamboos, and the maple pond sits on the high bank : Waterside. Sui Dynasty Yang Guang's "Summer Linjiang" The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the pond moon gradually rises in the east.
Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space. Write about the sunset, the moon, and enjoying the coolness in the summer evening. Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty "The South Pavilion is full of excitement in summer" The small pond is retreating from the summer heat, and the tall trees are returning to the cold early. Shen Quanqi of the Tang Dynasty "Summer Evening in Zhi Province" The bitter nights in midsummer are short, open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness Xuan: window.
"Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring. The solitary flower: a single flower. Spring remnants: The remaining scenes of spring, it is already early summer.
Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Visiting the Kaiyuan Jingshe" The remaining clouds collect the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. Lan: fog. Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "Water Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Shaofu to Return to the County" The cloudy air begins in the summer half, and the clouds and scenery fall in the autumn. Summer half: halfway through summer, after half of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.
Xi: The way the wind blows. Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sends off Liu Shifu" The remaining summer cicadas are urging them off, and the wild geese bring the new autumn. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "The Banquet" In the summer of Meng in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. Meng Xia: early summer, refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Cizhu: The name of bamboo, also known as Zimu Bamboo.
Rubian: Like arranged together. Mirage: The ancients believed that a mirage (big clam) could blow into the air to create a false view of the pavilion. In fact, it is a phantom in which light passes through the air of different densities and is refracted to show the distant view in the air. It is also called a mirage.
Orchestral: Describing the frog’s chirping as playing music. "Meng Xia" by Jia Yan of the Tang Dynasty The sky is as clear as rain as the rocks are spraying, and the sun is blocked by the forest and it is cold in summer. Yanliu's sentence: The springs and waterfalls on the rocks are soaring into the sky, and a cloud of smoke is like a rain curtain hanging on a sunny day.
Linluo Sentence: The vines are twining in the forest, and the thick shade blocks out the sun, making people feel cool in midsummer. Tang Dynasty Fang Qian's "Inscription on the Top of Baoen Temple" The summer is long and the green trees are dense, and the reflection of the tower is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses filled with incense. Crystal Curtain: Describes the reflection of the balcony reflected in the water, which is as crystal clear as a crystal curtain. Tang·Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" Raindrops drizzle on the wall, and the wind gathers flowers on the water surface. Tang·Zhang Li's "Summer Inscription on the Veteran's Lin Pavilion" On a sunny day, the warm wind generates wheat gas, and the green and shady grass is better than the wheat gas when the flowers are blooming: The smell of wheat harvest.
Flowering time: when flowers bloom. Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Early Summer" There is no need to hate Fangfei when she is gone, the summer wood is so gloomy and pleasant. Fangfei: Fragrant flowers and plants.
Keren: agreeable to people's wishes. Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March" The old orioles and chicks are old in the wind, the plums are fertilized by the rain, and the beautiful trees are clear and round in the afternoon. Jiashu: a good name for a tree.
This poem describing summer means: The young warbler has grown up in the gentle breeze, the abundant rain has fattened the plums, and at noon, a cool circular shade has formed under the tree. Song Dynasty Zhou Bangyan's "Full Garden·Summer Scene" After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, and plums and floating melons are cool in the ice and snow. Sunken plums and floating melons: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water.
Song Dynasty Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" The weather for trapped people is getting longer at the beginning of the day. Song Dynasty's Zhu Shuzhen's "Ji Scene": "Xie Que's begonias fly away, and the weather for trapped people is getting longer at the beginning of the day." The day is getting longer and the fence falls. No one passes by, only dragonflies and butterflies fly in the Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons" The breeze breaks the summer heat for three consecutive yen·Wang Hui's "Guo Shagou Shop" It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds in the Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixiu "An Appointment": "Every house is raining during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grassy ponds.
I have an appointment and I can't come till midnight, so I can knock the chess pieces and drop the lanterns." Red and purple: refers to flowers of various colors.
"Early Summer Quatrains" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty: "The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is the new summer. There are endless mulberry trees and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace."
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