Poems describing summer nights

1, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, white before two or three o'clock rain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. -From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Night Road Xijiang Moon".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The bright moon on the horizon rises to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.

There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars are shining, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. Once upon a time, the familiar Maodian hut was still located in the Woods near the Earth Temple. When the mountain road turned, the once unforgettable creek bridge appeared in front of his eyes.

2, the night heat is still as hot as the afternoon heat, open the door and stand in the middle of the moon. Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. -From the Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli's "Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night. Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and Woods in the distance, there was a sound of insects singing, and a cool feeling floated head on. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature.

The mountain lights in the west suddenly went out, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's Summer Thoughts in Nanting

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The shadow of the sun suddenly sets from the west, and the moon on the pond rises slowly from the east. Let your hair hang freely and enjoy the coolness at night. Open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. An evening breeze brought the fragrance of lotus flowers, and dew dripped from bamboo leaves, making a crisp sound. I just want to play the piano, but unfortunately I don't have a bosom friend to appreciate it.