Ancient poems describing summer (1)
"Summer Night Sigh" Tang 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.
"Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang" 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.
Xiao Chi Song Yang Wanli
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.
"Four seasons pastoral miscellaneous glory (day ploughing and night ploughing) Song Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Ancient Poems Describing Summer (2)
Wind and Lotus in Quyuan is a clear book.
In June, lotus flowers filled the lake, and red and green fans reflected clear waves. Mulan boat is like a flower girl, a lotus house, and Ai 'er.
Xia Yin Dai Song Shiping
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Song Lu You's Early Summer Poems
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer. It was during my endless journey in Sang Ma that I realized that I was a peaceful person.
Xia Yin Dai Song Shiping
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
On June 27, Song Sushi's "Drunk Book of Wanghu Building"
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.
Ancient Poems Describing Summer (3)
Tang Wang Wei's "Weishui Peasant House"
In the countryside where the sun is setting, cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. Pheasant performance, sleeping silkworm, peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
Qi Ji, Song Xin, walks on Huangsha Road on a moonlit night in Xijiang.
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting"
The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May. In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.
Mother-in-law is rich in food, and children are full of pot pulp. Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.
Filled with the heat of the country, the back was scorched by the sun. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
There is a poor woman with a child on her back. Grab the ear with your right hand and hang the basket with your left arm.
Listening to his words of concern is very sad. The family lost all their taxes, so they took this to satisfy their hunger.
Today, I have no merit, and I have never worked in farming and mulberry. There are three hundred stones in the land, and there is surplus food at the age of eight.
I am ashamed to read this in private, and I can't forget it every day.
Yi Xian Tang Li Shangyin
A person lives in seclusion, overlooking the city, spring is gone, summer is clear. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny. Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.
Guan's "Black Sun in March"
Festivals promote each other's new ideas, and spoony children keep spring. Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Mu is cute.