Are there any poems about "the rhyme of summer"? Beautiful things.

On a hot summer day, the sun shines brightly early, brilliant, golden and fiery red. Outside the window, the cloudless sky in Wan Li and the hot earth are like a big steamed bread, which may melt at any time when you walk into the sun. I'm afraid of the sun, and I'm even more afraid of being roasted. I can only stick to the air conditioner and refuse to step out of the house. Suddenly listen to the phone rang, "hey, what are you doing at home? Go out for a walk! " Without a moment's hesitation, I was pulled into the car by my friend. I'm at a loss. Where can there be a trace of coolness in this hot land? Where will they take me? The car drove out of the city and ran to the fields and the depths of the blue sky. Along the way, although the sun is like fire, it can be impacted by the green of the fields and the green of the mountains. There is less dryness and more rhythm, and the tired body begins to feel cool and happy. Gradually, an idyllic scene appeared in front of us: rice fields full of rice ears, lotus fields swaying with the wind, tender rice fields, farmhouses faintly visible among green trees, leisurely buffaloes in the river, jade-belt-like streams, frolicking water ducks ... These idyllic pictures are like a mountain spring washing away the heat and noise of the world, and infiltrating the earth bit by bit like morning dew. At this time, my confused heart is also cheerful. It is really a rare enjoyment to feel the charm of green and summer in this summer. The road is getting narrower and narrower, and it has almost become a field path. The dense Woods, swaying bamboo forests and undulating mountains can be seen more clearly. The fiery sun has lost the power of the city here, and the winding path extends nowhere. It seems that it has come to an end, but a paradise has magically appeared. It can be said that "there is no doubt in the mountains and rivers, and there is another village." Suddenly, under the distant castle peak, there appeared a sparkling and peaceful country, like a galaxy falling for nine days and shining like a pearl. The mirror-like water surface reflects the reflection of the distant castle peak, reflecting the beautiful image of the blue sky and white clouds. The parasol on the shore is like a small red sail, and the leisurely expression of fishermen under the umbrella is very enviable. Staying in a sultry city all day, suddenly merging with this landscape, I feel refreshed and the summer heat is gone. Here, I found the beauty of returning to nature and found inner peace and tranquility. Is it a pleasure to share this happiness with friends here and now? There is a row of huts by the water, lying on the shore simply and naturally. Water is the natural barrier of the hut, and five or six yellow dogs doze lazily in the wooden fence door. I don't want to disturb them, but I want to go to the hospital to have a rest. The host greeted them cheerfully and arranged everything enthusiastically. Other friends have vowed to go fishing, and I never want to leave this hut, nor do I want to leave this yard full of chickens and ducks. I would like to keep company with Yellow Dog, Castle Peak and Shui Bo. Under this clear water and blue sky, I don't feel tired even if I do nothing. Everything is so fresh and natural. I really want to jump into the water to feel the tenderness and coolness of the water. I really want to go to that mountain to absorb the essence and aura of the mountain; I really want to learn the dog's language, whisper to the yellow dog and listen to his heart. I really want to turn into a breeze, cross this mountain, this water and this wilderness, bring this happy heart to my friends, and pass this summer rhyme to all city people. Year after year, Xia Zhiyun changed his mind for many years. When my hair is lightly smeared with a ray of silver, I am light and bright. My constant is still my love for green, and my love for red is still my happiness. I walked gently by the sea and stood on tiptoe. Wild horses with countless years of colorful shells and endless green fields stand on the top of the mountain, looking at the foggy mountain, which implies clouds year after year. Summer is still lush and beautiful. The traces of wandering years are submerged in the world of mortals. Dreams and imaginations are abandoned in the world. What you can't let go of is the thick green and brilliant summer. You can fly back to the starting point of countless thoughts with Xia Feng. Because of the magnificence of summer flowers, you can feel the smoothness of water. You can understand how cool the rain is, because the afternoon sun is scorching. Only in summer can you know how fragrant the soil is. I sigh that you are so rich. Nature combines light and shadow with silence and flow to form a poem with Kubinashi rhythm. A magnificent ink painting makes me stare at you so passionately and watch your affectionate love grow with the years.