Poems about June Travel Notes 1. Poems about June
Qu Yuan is fresh and refreshing.
In June, lotus flowers filled the lake.
Red clothes and green fans reflect clear waves.
Mulan boat is like a girl selling flowers.
Picking a lotus home loves many children.
Xiuzhu village
Grandma in the country,
My family lives by the river.
I only smell cuckoo when I go out.
There are paths in the forest.
The green bamboo garden behind the house,
The buttonwood tree in front of the house.
My cousin took my hand,
Catch fish by the river.
A midsummer night in Taoyuan
Adults shake the cattail leaf fan,
Children catch dragonflies.
Cicada sing freely in that tree,
Whether you listen or not.
Talking about what happened in the world,
Free and relaxed.
Lay down with hemp fiber,
Count the stars in the sky.
Zhou Nan litchi Dan in June, ten thousand clusters more clusters.
The crimson snow is bright red and the jade pot is crystal clear and cold.
Gao Ming wrote new songs, and Fang Wei once recommended "Big Official".
The frost in Five Blessingg is still there, and a few oblique piles of stones are withered.
Father plows the original field, and son hoes the mountain.
The grain is not obvious in June, and the housekeeper has repaired the warehouse.
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.
On the night of June 3rd, I heard cicada Bai Juyi.
Lotus Qing Xiang dew drops, willow good wind.
On the third night of Weiyue, the new cicada made its first sound.
At first glance, I was worried about Beike. I listened to Tokyo.
I have a bamboo house, don't come to cicada again.
I wonder who rowed the boat last month.
2. Poems describing June
I. Koike
Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Poetry: The silence of spring cherishes the long flowing water, and the shade of trees reflects the water because it likes the gentleness of sunny days. Just as the little tender lotus leaves its tightly wrapped tip, the lovely dragonfly comes to stand on it early.
Second, Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang.
Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty
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.
Poetry: After all, it is the scenery of the West Lake in June, and the scenery is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will never be seen in the sky, and lotus flowers are particularly bright and red in the sun.
Third, on June 27th, I got drunk in Wang Hu Building.
Su Shi in Northern Song Dynasty
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.
Poetry: A dark cloud floated in the distant sky. They rolled like ink and didn't block the mountain. Shiny raindrops jump on the boat like pearls. Suddenly a gust of wind swept in and dispersed the dark clouds. After the rain, the blue waves are like mirrors, and the water surface is like a blue sky, which is another beautiful scenery.
3. What are the prose poems about June?
June is a warm country.
In the sunshine smile, I walked to the border. South of peace, west of sorrow.
Some flowers drooped their eyebrows, trying to win the last smile with a broken gesture. This is not sad, because you don't give up.
People may not have a flower to hold on to.
B,
Good mood, hanging on a tree with dense leaves. When the wind blows, the smile swings with the heart.
Let's get started, the trip in June.
The dull days are slowly blooming, and small yellow flowers are spit out in the gray ceramic basin. Occasionally, people passing by will smell a little shyness and sweetness.
Who is the background engraved in your eyes?
Pedestrians have gone away, and the bells of the years are urging a new beginning.
C,
I stood in the wilderness of time and looked at the running water.
From winter to autumn, from south to north.
Fold the past into a sailboat and watch the drifting shadow slowly go away. The wet sound comes from ancient times.
You combed your white feathers and told me in a flying posture: farewell, that doesn't belong to today's memories.
My mood, stained with the color of water, flows slowly.
From cold to hot, from impetuous to calm.
d、
There is a life more suitable for nostalgia.
Dip in ink and you write down these heavy squares.
The scenery in the middle of the night has been soaked with deep sadness. Although, this season belongs to enthusiasm.
e、
In fact, if you want to wander, tell yourself when you pass through one desert island after another.
Pick up the skeleton left on the plain, drop a bloody flower and watch the flower half open in a vague moment. Being drunk is a lifetime. Never woke up again.
Describe life with rich blue, incisively and vividly.
The people guarding the city are waving and looking up, many stories have ended and started again.
Female,
Lies have begun to get wet, and you jump back and forth, leaving crooked footprints.
Spring is on the left and summer is on the right.
June is a dividing line, living between the lines of poetry in a hurry.
Grow or die.
g、
The beginning is the end.