Poetry refers to traditional Chinese Han poetry represented by ancient poetry, modern poetry and metrical poetry. It is also one of the characteristics of the Chinese character culture circle. It is generally believed that poetry is more suitable for "expressing aspirations", while words are more suitable for "lyric expression". The following are the beautiful poems of midsummer in July that I compiled (selected 10 poems), for reference only, I hope it can help everyone.
1. "Nine Fables"
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
"The Duke of Zhou said that in the seventh month, farming is the king's skill.
King Xuan pursued his ancestors and examined the pastoral and palace affairs.
Gantang can listen to lawsuits and summon the saints.
The theory of epigenetic theory is always too high, but how can it be true in this world.
2. "Twelve Interpretations of the Early Autumn Drama of Mountain Residence and Haiku Style"
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
In the early days of July and the end of June, I got drunk early in the morning Acid.
Don’t eat it raw instead of cooking it, as this will reveal your secrets to high officials.
3. "On the night of July 13th, I used the rhyme of lantern signs to compose a poem to make everyone smile"
Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty
At that time, Chibi wrote a poem about Zixu. The west wind suddenly returns to the wild cattails.
The shadow of a toad is a reminder of the future, and the sound of crickets is a picture of July.
Poetry and thoughts float into Yunhan, and songs faintly move the rivers and lakes.
Thousands of families are playing flutes, drums, and lights, and they will say that this will not happen in the coming year.
4. "An Immediate Work in Huangzhou"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
Because he was thinking about the three years of Shangdang's war, he leisurely chanted Zhou Gong's July poem.
Bamboos and silks have not been heard on the festival of death, and paintings and spiritual flags can be seen in the sky.
A depressed city is like a fish's tail, and it will fight in the morning and evening to recognize the skin of a tiger.
Mo Xiao’s troops are plotting eastward, and the autumn waves all over the river are jagged and jagged.
5. "Returning to the East to send Qianwei, and writing in a boat in Nixi River"
Tang·Cen Shen
The day before yesterday, he released Hou Yin and returned to Shandong by boat.
On the first day of the lunar month, Jianwei will be sent out, and the wind will return to the free and easy faith.
In July, the river is full of water and the waves rise into the autumn sky.
There are Emei monks again, chanting sutras in the boat.
Stay at night to guard against tigers and leopards, and when traveling in the morning, chase fish and dragons.
There is a rapid roar, and there are peaks on both sides.
Apes brush against the banks and flowers fall, and birds sing on the eaves of the trees.
The mist of Wu Chulian traces the sea along the lake.
Recalling that I was in Xiye yesterday, I entered Nangong again.
Pilgrims at sunrise, wearing huts to accompany the public.
I don’t want to abandon it now, why should I be so open-minded?
I will go to the sea and learn to ride on a boat.
6. "Miscellaneous Xing"
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
Reading poetry in July, writing books and curing Wuyi,
Wang Industry and agricultural merit are different things but they are the same.
What else can we do? The people of Qi have a legacy.
A full meal is nothing more than enough, and everything must be done for profit.
The big house is adjacent to the road, and hundreds of ghosts are in its room.
He doesn’t look at Lu Weng, and he eats vegetables at the nine-cup limit.
7. "Early Summer"
Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty
The swaying bamboo shadow covers the quiet window, and birds make noise in the sunset every two hours.
Xie Que’s begonias are flying away, and the weather is getting better day by day.
8. "Midsummer"
Fan Xun of the Tang Dynasty
In the middle of summer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Lu oranges hang down with golden bullets, and sweet bananas sprout white lotuses.
9. "Meng Xia"
Tang·Jia Feng
In the summer of Meng in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra.
10. "Small Pond"
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.