Poetry about Summer 1 The summer heat in January and September is very long, and the mountain behind Sanqiu is very cool.
Second, the red sun and the red dust, the day before yesterday.
Third, a couch breeze, so the mountains meet, meet.
Fourth, Hurley Wei Yan is easily destroyed, and the fire clouds overwhelm the house.
Five, considering how much waste heat can be, often take the bucket handle back every night.
Six, bamboo hoses, jade people should be in the moonlight.
Seven, when to wash the autumn heat, scattered into frosty leaves.
Eight, what hermit camp, in the shadow of the Qing Dynasty.
The Ninth Five-Year Plan is full of strings and songs.
Ten, why bother to spend the summer, and end up in hospital. There is nothing in front of me but the breeze under the window. A calm mind radiates heat, and a calm life is empty.
Eleven, the sun sets, and the breeze is nowhere to be found.
Twelve, steaming is so, and yin is more precious.
Thirteen, hot summer near Sanqiu, nine summer Lin Zhong moved.
Fourteen, when the laurel wheels open at night, fireflies shine empty.
Fifteen, hot gold, Jingyang does not know autumn. There are collapsed wings under the forest and no boats in the water.
Sixteen, don't go out in summer, and no guests come.
Seventeen, the pillow is clear, you can sleep in the cold.
Thank you for getting into the car when the door is closed for a long time, especially when you are afraid of the heat.
Nineteen, people suffer from the heat, how can they be surprised?
Twenty, suddenly the warm wind came, followed by a slight summer heat. As soon as the sound of bamboo shouted, it began to rain. The mountain was dark and thunder burst.
Twenty-one, a bowl is divided into hundreds of springs, but the summer heat in Yuxi is pleasant.
If it doesn't rain in the mountains, I will visit Yun Ni every day. After the slight summer heat, the deep stream became a shallow stream. The spring water is dry even at the bottom of the well, and the geothermal energy is abundant.
Twenty-three, the summer heat is not enough to fear, and living is as deep as retreating.
24. Birds are singing in the dark, and the rain is fragrant with lotus leaves.
Twenty-five, the smoke and wind dispel the new coolness, and the summer is clear and the summer is long. Intermittent cicada songs spread to distant trees, and Yan language leaned against the carved beam and whispered.
After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Twenty-seven, Jiangnan midsummer, when it rains like a river.
Twenty-eight, the first scene of the rain is refreshing, the jade waves are rippling, and the bridge is flat.
Twenty-nine, at noon, the ground is shaded by trees, and you will scream when you dream.
Thirty, the stream rises and the wind blows, and the moon sets all over the sky.
Summer is hot and hot, but as long as we treat the summer well, we will feel the coolness and coolness in summer, so the coolness that many people like to eat ice cream in summer is perfect, and the enjoyment of staying in an air-conditioned room all day is refreshing, so it will be more comfortable to read a poem or sing a poem in our hearts.
Poetry about summer 2 1. Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.
Second, the scenery is cool at the beginning of rain and dew, jade waves are rippling, and the bridge is flat.
Third, at noon, there are trees all over the ground, and you will scream when you dream.
Fourth, it rains like a river in midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River.
Five, Jiangnan Tian, Cisun and other editors.
Six, the trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pond.
Seven, the stream rises and the wind blows, and the moon falls all over the sky.
Eight, the eagle learns new things, and the crickets don't rush.
Nine, the bamboo rains first, and the mountain is dark.
Ten, there is nothing in front of you, and there is a breeze under the window.
Eleven, if the unicorn is a fire dragon, the Japanese car will not sweat.
Twelve, a bowl of spring, but the summer heat in Yuxi is pleasant.
If it doesn't rain in the mountains, I will visit Yun Ni every day.
Fourteen, after the slight summer heat, the deep stream becomes shallow.
Fifteen, the spring even dried up at the bottom of the well, and the geothermal water was flourishing.
Sixteen, the heat is not enough to fear, such as retreat.
Seventeen, birds live in shade, and the rain brings lotus leaf fragrance.
Eighteen, smoke wind to disperse the new cool, sunny in summer, long in summer.
19. Intermittent cicadas spread far from trees, whispering Yan language and leaning against carved beams.
Twenty, why hate wheatgrass, Xia Muyin is lovely.
Twenty-one, the next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are different in red.
22. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer.
Twenty-three, warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.
Poetry 3 about summer is summer again.
This rhythm is the season of taking notes for the first time.
How many memories are hidden?
As beautiful as petals falling silently.
How many rainy days are there?
How many snowy days are there?
How many moonlit nights?
How many sunsets have dusk?
The mood turned into wisps of colorful silk.
Clouds woven into the western sky
Missing is a dewdrop.
Wear the corner of the season
We went to see the sea.
We go boating
Let's go to Dashan.
Come on, Jiangnan
Not a vision, not a dream.
This is a contract between heart and heart.
Poetry about Summer 4 Fruits ripen the village.
You must pick some fruits.
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
All the fruits in the village are ripe.
Overflow nostril
Neighbors and children
Passing pedestrians
Choose this mature season
Mother smiled.
It seems that the whole village
She planted them all.
You must be at the moment of fruit entrance.
Say something delicious
For whatever reason.
I-I just want to see
Mother smiled slightly.
I wish I were your summer.
I hope I am your summer.
Stand in the clouds and throw away your sad face.
Cross the sea of clouds and capture the vast sunshine and blue sky.
Those true and clear hearts just look at themselves with a smile.
Leaving only the innocence of mutual warmth.
If forgetting is memory.
If forgetting is memory.
I'll never remember.
If you remember, you will forget.
I won't remember the road here.
I don't want to have ifs in my life.
I just want to choose a sincere trip.
Poetry about summer 6 1, a high-profile article in the summer of Shanting in Tang Dynasty.
Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond. The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.
2, "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" Song Dynasty Mausoleum
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.
3. The concept of Song and Qin in 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.
4, "Chasing the Cool in Summer Night" Yang Wanli in Song Dynasty
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.
5. Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty, "Summer Thinking in the South Pavilion"
The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from 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. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
6. Xia Yi by Su Shunqin in Song Dynasty.
Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cool 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.
7. Lu You's "Early Summer Seclusion" in Southern Song Dynasty
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.
8. "Summer of Remembering Brothers" Wei
After reading the incense in a different order, you will be very tired. Summer wood has turned cloudy, and the public door is quiet during the day.
Changfeng began to float in the pavilion, and Dieyun only spat. Sit away from the crowd and cherish the scenery.
9, "Long Summer" land tour
The red flag was planted on the gate, and Dong Jun drove home. Mud nests are noisy and flowers are scarce.
The shade of Sophora japonica is dense at first, and the curtain is still slightly hot. Soak a soup in the sunset and try on clothes skillfully.
10, "The First Two Days of Long Summer Works" Lu You
Out of the thatched cottage in the morning, the porch window was complacent and cool. Yu chunyou only
On the 23 rd, the drunkard's intention was not to drink, and he hated it.
The grass is far from the road, and the gossamer is not as long as the guest. Residual red is nowhere to be found, divided into years and honey rooms.
1 1, "I have been working for more than ten days in April and summer".
Beijing is in a hurry, who believes that idle people are long? When the silkworms are hungry, they make trouble, and the tea is empty.
The late bamboo shoots in the forest are beautiful for the kitchen, and the new tung covers the well. It's too early to laugh at Shanjia. It's already Chen Zhuji and Fujibed.
12, the rhyme of sitting in the mountains for long summer, Wen Tianxiang.
Returning to the Spring Stone Kingdom, the sun and the moon are flowing. The air is heavy and deep in summer, and it is everywhere in spring.
The poor song is dark, and the light drink wins the red skirt. A string of sounds is good, and the human wind is relieved.
Poetry 7 about summer unconsciously falls in love.
The footsteps of summer are quietly approaching.
Wear gorgeous clothes
It's like going to a big party.
The glory of the morning light is already familiar.
A pair of birds came out of the Woods early.
Take out a stick
In the eager waiting of the lover
Dusk is always late.
And the lotus pond in the moonlight has already been brought out.
A plate of crispy frogs croaked.
At the moment, cicadas are constantly chirping.
The sun is scorching, and summer is over.
Colored tops and long green skirts
Throw it on the shore and play with a group of fish in the lotus leaf.
Poetry about Summer 8 Memories of summer village
Moldy straw hat
Wear it on your white head.
Miss the master of the country
A rickety crutch
Hidden in the cracks of the years
Recall the familiar shadow
Summer country
Harvest again and again.
memory
That straw hat is very old.
until one day
Hanging in the corner
Take out the crutch behind the door
Wipe and wipe
Ask on crutches
Am I getting old, too
My eyes are moist.
I think of my grandfather. ...
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Working father
Poetry about Summer 9 Sadness and Melancholy
The summer sky is full of sadness.
Dark clouds covered everything.
Yuanyang is playing in the pool.
I walk in the West Lake.
I saw the lonely crow wandering by the dead tree again.
Bitter rain, cold wind
Wan Li's vast rivers and mountains are covered with ribbons.
How many traces have been washed away?
How many memories have been buried?
Is there a little sadness in the changeable season?
Just like a woman's feelings
How many faces are hard to find?
Tick tock, tick tock
The rain will not stop.
It penetrated the stone.
Through the atrium
Turn into a tear
Swing silently in the depths of the soul
Poetry about summer 10 The sadness I play is the silent cry in your dream.
Standing on the street, thinking about last summer.
Wind, rain and commitment.
Are you still there? There are only familiar self in the sea of people.
Is the word still engraved in that corner?
Not tourists, not passers-by
Be together forever.
Those rough marks
Two lines of glittering and translucent tears crossed.
Maybe fate forgot the way home.
Like a lost child
I followed the trail of passing by
See the lost waiting.
You leave quietly
Leave the expectation I long for.
When the ending wakes up,
I cried in my dream.
I'll wait.
Just like your persistent expectation
I will remember that
Lily blooms in summer.
Poetry about summer 1 1 My tears are flying.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
I am a singer and dancer.
But without an escort.
Listen, who is that music for?
This is the melody
Touched my tears
Tears?
How many tears have you shed?
This is astringent.
Touch your ghost
I am a vagrant.
I am a poor man.
I am a lonely person.
I am a saint.
Leave me alone.
Let my tears fly
The poem 12 about summer reminds me of Nietzsche.
I am at dawn.
read a book
Think about Nietzsche
he said
This is called depravity.
I want to make myself
Humble souls become refined.
The greedy desire becomes dim.
I want to be alone.
Become clear in philosophical texts
Become strong in public life.
Nietzsche said
This is called depravity.
Think about Nietzsche
An idealist of rational religion.
also
Critical, insane, delirious.
All human souls.
Self-content
Think about Nietzsche
You should think of reading.
You should learn to degenerate.