Introduction: In July, in the blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball. The clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace. The following poems about summer may help you.
Wang Ling of the Song Dynasty
The breeze was unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flew up the mountain.
When people are trapped, they are afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, but God will not hesitate to dry them up.
Song Dynasty? Zeng Ji
The plum blossoms are yellow and the sun is shining brightly, and the creek is full of mountains.
The green shade has not diminished in time, and the four or five oriole calls have been added.
Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty
He came to pursue the coolness outside the willows and painted the south bank of the bridge leaning against the Hu bed.
The moon is bright, the boat flutes are rising, and the wind is still in the pond and the lotus flowers are fragrant.
Song Dynasty? Yang Wanli
The night heat is still the same as the noon heat. When I open the door, the moon is bright.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The plums are sour and splash on the teeth, and the bananas are green and covered with window screens.
After a long sleep, I wake up without thoughts and watch the children catching willow flowers.
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Nanzhou is as drunk as wine in the hot summer, and he is almost asleep and opens the north door.
At noon, there was no sound left, and the mountain boy knocked on the tea mortar across the bamboo.
Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi
The water accumulates in the spring pond late, and the summer trees are abundant in the shade.
The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
The music on the bed and mat is played quietly, and the wine store door is opened with fragrance.
I have nothing to do and play with my little grandson from time to time.
Tang Bao Rong
Yesterday’s youth is gone, but the evening peak is still beautiful.
Although there is some residue left, the pulse will prevent worry and decoction.
A lonely person cherishes the season and feels that the passing of time has passed.
Song Dynasty? Qin Guan
The festival of things urges each to renew, and the infatuated children retain the spring.
Why regret that Fang Fei is gone? Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant.
Sima Guang of the Song Dynasty
In April, the weather turns sunny and rainy, and the weather in Nanshan becomes clear.
There are no catkins blowing due to the wind, only sunflowers are sunny.
Yuan? Sadula
The fish and shrimp are just coming out of the net, and the plums and apricots are green on the branches.
The trees are full of tender trees, the spring rain has stopped, and the pedestrians pass by April on time.
Qing Dynasty? Chen Wenshu
The water window is low and open beside the painted railing, and the quilt on the pillow is sparse and sparse with jade.
The sound of rain all night is so cool that I dream about it, and autumn is coming on thousands of lotus leaves.
Tang Dynasty? Bai Juyi
There is no heat in the east window at night, while the north door is cool and windy.
Sitting and lying down all day long, never leaving the same room.
The center has nothing to do with it, it is the same as going out.
Shi Jianwu of the Tang Dynasty
The monk's house is cool and cool, the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain washes away all the dust.
A sudden breeze blows the lotus leaves, and mercury pours out of the sapphire plate.
Tang Dynasty? Gao Pian
Summer is long in the shade of green trees, and the reflection of the balcony is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense.
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Beside the Houjia Avenue, there are noisy cicadas and green trees.
The unlocked cave door is far away, and the official residence with rolling shutters is cool.
The fence is filled with red medicine, and the frame leads to the growth of pothos.
The eternal sun and a pillow are the hometown of mountains, clouds and rivers.
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The wind blows on my upper hills, and the dew falls on the long pines in the cool June.
I would like to borrow the old monk’s two white cranes to soar deep in the blue clouds.
Tang Dynasty? Chen Zi'ang
The mountains and rivers open up the jingshe, and the music and songs are performed at the Buddhist banquet.
People are suspicious of white buildings, and the ground is like a bamboo forest in Zen.
Opposite the lake, the light is chaotic, and the jiaoxuanyan is green.
The color space is now silent, and the moon is clearing the spring.