Don du fu
Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines.
Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.
Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests.
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies.
Things have no details and are adaptive.
Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years.
Why are you washing and looking at each other?
Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters.
Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.
North city is sad, storks fly.
When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.
The first summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Xia Meng is rich in natural products, and it is good to plant it for a period of time.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass.
Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.
After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless.
It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.
More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early.
Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die.
Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)
Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
cuvette
Song Yang Wanli
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.
Song Yang Wanli
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.
Song sushi
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Unknown miscellaneous poems
Shi Ming Naian
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
2. Excerpt from a poem about summer, Summer Night Sigh. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty will never die. Andrew Wan Lifeng, floating, blowing my clothes. Haotian is a musician from Kazuki Watanabe, and the forest is sparse. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. I can see the details clearly, and the feathers are flying about. It's not detailed. It looks comfortable to me. I miss him. It is better to return to China early. North city is sad, storks fly. No matter how tired the situation is, intense thinking is also healthy. "Early Summer" Tang Baiju is easy to be full of things in summer and planted for a long time. Elk likes deep forests, while insects and snakes like grass. Xiangniao loves dense leaves, swims in fish scales and enjoys new algae. The sky and the missing place, I wither alone ... to keep the cup from drying. Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go to the temple in the morning and get drunk in the middle of the lake at dusk. Why do you have to go back to your hometown? How could you die? (1) In the Song Dynasty, plums in Fan Chengda were golden and apricot, with gray wheat and thin cauliflower. No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. A long time ago, dragonflies stood on it. Song Yang Wanli, after all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are different. On June 27th, Song Sushi's dark clouds turned over the ink, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blew away and the water under the lake looked like the sky. This unknown poem shows that Shi Naian was scorched by the scorching sun.
3. Excerpt sentences about summer Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and the green leaves covered in summer are jumping in the warm wind.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and sometimes the cuckoo cries and tells us, "Spring has passed."
In July, the sun hung in the blue sky like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
There is not a trace of wind and clouds in the sky. In the hot sun overhead, all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.
In the hot sun, on both sides of the road, mature grain is so hot that it bends down and lowers its head. Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore.
The willows in the street look sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.
The willow tree in Shady Street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
4. Sentences about Summer Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and the green leaves covered in summer are jumping in the warm wind.
The wind blows with a slight warmth, and sometimes the cuckoo cries and tells us, "Spring has passed." In July, the sun hung in the blue sky like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.
There is not a trace of wind and clouds in the sky. In the hot sun overhead, all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily. In the hot sun, on both sides of the road, mature grain is so hot that it bends down and lowers its head.
Grasshoppers are as numerous as grass leaves, making a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields and among the reeds on the shore. The willows in the street look sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still.
There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned. The willow tree in Shady Street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly.
The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.
5. There are poems about summer and appreciation. It is known that Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang.
Song Yang Wanli
After all, in mid-June,
The scenery is different from the four seasons.
Lotus leaves are infinitely green,
Lotus is bright red.
Transparent small container
Yang Wanli
Spring is silent, cherish the trickle,
The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.
Xiao He just showed his sharp corners,
Dragonflies have long stood on it.
Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous interest
Fan Song Chengda
Plums are golden, apricots are fat,
The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.
No one crossed the long fence,
Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.
(A) poems containing the word "chivalrous"
1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting")
Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen Qing")
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun's "Swim the Redstone into the Sailing Sea")
4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu's Summer Sigh)
5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu's "Hot")
6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang's "Xia Lian")
7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Xiuting sends China to send Wang Shaofu back to the county")
8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda's Xi Qing)
9. Qingjiang Baocun, Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu's "Village")
10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan's "Dark Days in March")
(2) Xia Jing's poems without the word "Xia"
1. Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and a dragonfly had already stood on his head. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue")
3. The mountains and fields are all green, and it rains like smoke in the regular sound. (April in the Country by Weng Juan)
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
5. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze crows at midnight. (Xin Qiji's "Walking along Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night")
6. The crystal curtains are breezy and the roses are fragrant. (Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer")
7. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
8. The Yang Shuhua on the 30-mile path is covered with a white carpet, and green money is stacked on the lotus leaves in the stream. (Du Fu's "Wandering in Queque")
9. The Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is pale in the evening. (Dai Shulun's "Tezhi Chuanshan Show")
10. From going to the beam, dating gulls in the water. (Du Fu's "Jiangcun")
1 1. Tornado winds come and go, and the water surface looks like the sky below the lake. (June 27, Su Shi's "Drunk Book of Wanghu Building")
12. Plum acid splash teeth, banana green sieve. (Yang Wanli, "Taking a nap in early summer")
6. Articles, ancient poems and famous sayings about summer are beautiful in April and May.
Xiu: refers to grass plants that bear seeds. Nau: The name of grass, also called "polygala tenuifolia", tastes bitter and can be used as medicine. Cicada, also known as cicada.
This describes the poetry of summer: in April, distant longing bears fruit, and in May, cicadas keep singing.
The Book of Songs, Qi Feng, July.
Summer in April and summer in June.
B: Let's go. This poem describing summer means: summer begins in April and ends in June.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya April
There are long vegetation and trees around Xia Meng's house.
Xia Meng: The first month in summer, April in the lunar calendar. Lush: The appearance of lush leaves.
Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas by Tao Jin Yuanming
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
The first summer: Xia Meng, April of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
Xie Lingyun's "Swim Redstone into the Sea of Navigation" in Southern Song Dynasty
The beauty of spring is full of candles, and the summer is clear.
Spring rain: late spring. Summer harvest: early summer.
Liang, Wang, Monks and Confucian Shi Yan in the Southern Dynasties
Wheat ripens in the wind and plums turn yellow in the rain.
"Summer of Service" in Northern Zhou Yuxin
Trimming bamboo in the shadow of summer pool and sitting on the high shore with Changfeng.
Tan: By the water.
Sui's Summer Riverside
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. It's cool at night, open my window and lie down calmly.
Write about the sunset, the moon and the cool scenery on a summer night.
Tang Meng Haoran, A Summer Sympathy in Nanting
In summer, the big trees return early.
Tang Quanqi's Summer Night in the Province
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.
Xuan: Window.
Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh
The shade is quiet, and the solitary flowers show spring.
Lonely flower: a flower. Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer.
Tang Wei Wu Ying's You Kaiyuan Jing She
The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.
Lan: Fog.
Tang's water pavilion was sent to the county government.
Summer begins with half of Yin Qi. It's like clouds and autumn.
Summer half: more than half in summer, after May, and half in lunar calendar. Seats: The way the wind blows.
Yu "Send Teacher Liu's Clothes"
Summer cicadas rush out and new autumn geese come.
Tang Bai Juyi's Night Banquet.
Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.
Xia Meng: Early summer refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Cizhu: Bamboo name, also known as mother bamboo. F: It seems to be arranged. Qi: The ancients thought that blowing slugs (giant clams) could create a virtual scene of the castle. It is actually an illusion that light passes through air with different densities and reflects the prospect in the air. It is also called a mirage. Orchestral music: Describe frogs singing like playing music.
Xia Meng by Tang Jiajian
7. Who can write a poem about summer? Looking through the dusty old days, it is quietly eclipsed.
Looking east, the remnant lotus is full of happiness. In the late summer night, the breeze intoxicated the singing insects at the root of the wall, and a forest was lonely. A forest is crying and the water is heavy.
Mountain and water are two parallel lines. Isolate two disappearing forests.
They have no eternal intersection. The cycle of years, the rest of the moonlight shrouded in peace. On the eaves at the end of summer, the big cattail leaf fan shook away the drifting dark clouds, leaving a little song accompanied by creaking sound.
In the window at the end of summer, a helpless plane tree recorded the whole summer. At the end of summer, the leaves fell all over the floor in an instant. Early autumn began to sprout, two isolated forests.
In the forest in late summer, the rain diluted the diffuse fog. A few faint plane leaves were abandoned. The moonlight tossed and turned on the treetops in the quiet night, and I was tired of leaving mercilessly, leaving the sunlight to penetrate the lotus pond in the late summer, and the dragonfly kissed off the pink petals, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next late summer. That's the reason to meet. The days when the cold wind invaded the bone marrow made me miss the lotus leaf field in late summer and early autumn. At that time, there was a warm sunset I put away my nostalgia and rubbed it on my face. Your fresh breath flutters in the night breeze of memory, and lotus leaf green always shuttles through my life. No one can change her scheduled arrival. Therefore, whoever has a heart belongs to it will look west. The mountain is heavy. I use a pencil.