1. What are the poems that describe noon?
Tang Dynasty - Fang Chu
When you wake up late after being drunk at noon, no one is startled by his dreams. Missing the title
Song Dynasty - Liu Xueji
At noon the willows are shady and the flowers are fresh in the morning breeze. Title on the wall
Zhang Fan
The smoke is a little greener at noon, and fish and tigers emerge from the deep bushes. Twenty-eight of the forty-eight poems of Guiyin's Chronicle are Shaji Pavilion
Su Shi
The afternoon scenery is quiet with the curtains drawn, and the wind blows through the vegetation. One of the Five Poems from the Imperial Concubine's Pavilion
Zhou Bida
The noon position is Fu Yande, and the real person feels Chi Jing. Dragon Boat Festival Post Part 2 The Supreme Emperor's Pavilion (the fifth year of Chunxi)
The Dragon Boat Festival has a long history, and today it is a symbol of fire and virtue. Dragon Boat Festival Post No. 1 The Supreme Emperor's Pavilion (the sixth year of Chunxi)
Ouyang Xiu
The stars in the noon position are straight, and the festivals in the world are the same. Dragon Boat Festival post poems, the second of six emperors' poems
Jiang Teli
A new poem is played at noon, and the Xin Dynasty calls for the festival. Jia Chen Sui Jin's poems in the first compilation, Xiaozong promised him to be fresh. On the next day, he announced to the prime minister to call for an examination and composed another poem.
Hong Zikui
The dawn is like late autumn, and there is no heat at noon. . Fa Longzhou
Hong Shi
The love of spring is held by hundreds of feet, and the shadow of noon is passed by three times. On the Miscellaneous Rhymes of Panzhou, Fengliu
He Zhu
The wind blows in the green trees, and I miss the oriole at noon. In the early summer of He Wang Wenju's annex
Jia Xuan Weng
He lost his field and shed Weng, and he still didn't wake up at noon. Picture of Returning to the Boat after Storms Part 2
Qian Shi
Thousands of rain falls at the noon window, and the dream is filled with fragrance①. An Su takes a nap
Kou Zhun
The flowers are quiet in the afternoon, and butterflies fly in the spring breeze. Spring day
Huang Tingjian
Autumn clothes are still made of kudzu, and lunch is disgusting with stream hair. One of Ten Little Poems with Second Rhyme Ji Lao
Cheng Jue
The setting sun is still the same as the last day, and the spring breeze is already blowing at midnight. At the end of the year
Xie Xie
Looking for a bucket from you, the golden waves are shining at midnight①. Asking for wine on behalf of Cambodian Zhongyi
Shi Wenjue
The sky is cloudless at midnight, and the full moon is on the top of the canopy. Fishing Boat Part 2
Shi Zanning
Wuweiweiweishen, Shenmaomaochenchen. Kuo Zhejiang Chaohou
Pu Shoucheng
When I couldn't sleep peacefully in the afternoon, I realized I was in a cage. Hearing the Birds Playing on a Spring Day, Yu Xie
Cai Chen
Under the south wind and the north window, I can listen to the murmur of my dream in the afternoon. Quatrains
Ming Dynasty
Deng Yunxiao
Autumn clothes are worth making, but drunkenness in the afternoon is also bad. Thirty poems on the river, twenty-four of them
Wu Yubi
At noon Cuan came and divided the road, surrounded by green mountains on all sides. Branch road paving
Pang Song
The rainbow light leaks out at midnight, and you can go out of the rock to watch the sun. Four Poems from Longchi Temple No. 4 Cockscomb Stone
Hu Yinglin
The sun shines on the firewood at noon, and the gentleman wakes up from a hangover. Occasional topics for the small fast banquet
The noon wind blows on the mango shoes, and I forget about the sun and the sunset when I go alone. Five Quatrains for Traveling Alone to Lanyin Mountain in Autumn, Part 1 Lanyin Mountain
Shi Hanke
I urgently brought it to *** to read, while the old monk slept in the afternoon. Cambodian Suzhu
Liminbiao
Leave a lonely pillow for lunch break, where the dusty heart falls. Twelve miscellaneous poems from Lu's Heart Wen Youyuan Pavilion, Part 11 of "Sliding Stone"
Li Suiqiu
The sweet lady wears a high bun and takes a nap in a blue gauze cage. Five poems inscribed by Chen Hu along various scenes in Donggao. The fourth is Green Clouds
Late Ming and early Qing Dynasty
Wang Fuzhi
At noon, the purple light is lining the Yuan leaves. When I came to the mountains, I lived in Fulin Valley for 300 miles. There were small hills and ravines, and I felt happy. Each of them was described in twenty-nine short poems (Gengshu). Among them were eleven Xiaotai
Qing Dynasty - Hu Yuan
After the first remnant of the afternoon dream, I was sitting alone by the screen window. Noon Dream
The end of the Republic of China and the beginning of the modern era
Wu Weichun
Noon Dream was deep in the night, and when I woke up, the sun was already setting. Noon Dream 2. Poems about noon
The meaning of summer by Su Shunqin The deep summer in the courtyard is clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. Appreciation Su Shunqin's poem "Summer Meaning" can create a quiet state and a relaxed feeling in the heat of midsummer.
"Bie Yuan Shen Xia Xi Qing": The word "Xia" points out the season, but the three words "Bie Yuan", "Shen Shen" and "Qing" go deep into each other layer by layer, forming a quiet atmosphere from the beginning. atmosphere. The other courtyard is the small courtyard next to the main courtyard.
Deep, this small courtyard is deep in the courtyard of the house, with winding paths leading to it. In this extremely clear and quiet environment, there is a small pavilion and a bamboo mat. Han Yu's poem "Zheng Qun Presents the Bamboo Mat" once described the bamboo mat as "the eight-foot roll contains ripples of wind" and "the solemn suspicion is that there is a clear breeze blowing".
"Xia Xi Qing" has the same meaning, which means that although it is midsummer, deep in the small courtyard, the bamboo mats are cool. Shen Shen is a repeated word, Shen Shen and Qing have similar vowels, and the sound quality is clear and flat.
This not only gives people a cool and deep feeling from the literal image, but also from the musical image. "Pomegranates are blooming all over and the curtain is bright": The word "curtain" follows the above, pointing out that the summer mats are spread in the Xuanwu.
The poet lay on it and looked outside leisurely. He saw pomegranate flowers in full bloom, showing their bright beauty through the curtains. Han Yu once said, "The pomegranate flowers illuminate the eyes in May" ("Purivine Flowers"). The second sentence uses this meaning, but adds a layer of curtain.
Looking at the pomegranate flowers across the curtain, although the flowers are as red as fire, they are not dazzling. Tao Yuanming has a saying: "The forest in front of the Ai Ai Hall stores Qing Yin in mid-summer" ("He Guo Zhubu").
The third sentence of this poem is derived from Tao's poem, saying that although it is summer in the pavilion at noon, the small courtyard is still clear and cool. The color of this sentence contrasts with the previous sentence. From "the ground is full of shade," we can imagine a forest of green trees. Instead of writing about trees, we write about shade, which makes the small courtyard even more cool and tranquil.
What is the poet doing in this quiet environment? "The sound of a wandering warbler when I dreamed of sleep" turned out to be that he had been soothed by the clear scenery of the small courtyard. Although the sun was hot at noon, he had fallen asleep soundly. When he "mengsleeped", he could only hear one or two flowing sounds from deep in the garden from time to time. The clear rhyme of the warbler's cry. Describing the sound of the oriole instead of the oriole itself not only shows the dense and deep shade of the trees, but also reflects the deep tranquility of this small courtyard with the intermittent chirping sound in the silence.
A poem written by a king in the Southern Dynasty says: "The mountain becomes more secluded when birds sing" ("Entering Ruoye Stream"), and Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu": "The moonrise scares the mountains and birds sing in the spring stream." The artistic conception of the last sentence is similar to the two poems.
3. Find beautiful poems describing noon
Sentences: Noon when the sun is shining, noon when the sun is scorching in the sky, noon when the sun is raging, noon when the sun is spitting fire, noon when the sun is hot, there is no wind, and the leaves are low. Hanging, the cicadas screamed loudly, the earth seemed to be in a steamer, and not a single pedestrian was seen on the road. In the distance, smoke curled up from the kitchen, every household was cooking lunch, and wisps of green smoke rose up into the sky in straight lines, and no one could be seen. A hint of wind.4Zj Parent-child Resource Network At noon, the sun shines brightly on the leaves of the grains. Cicadas are on the trees, and the grasshoppers are on the crops, flapping their wings and screaming.4Zj Parent-child Resource Network At noon, the sun is scorching, and a hint of wind No, the yellow dog stuck out its tongue, the chicken drooped its wings, the cicada kept shouting, and people felt even more depressed. At noon, when the sun sheds its strongest rays and spits out all its heat, the white snow on the field It sunk down, gradually shrank, and seemed to be brighter, reflecting a dazzling white light that made people blind. Paragraph: In the afternoon, the sky was blue-grey, the violent sun burned the ground hot, and a southerly wind blew, rolling There was a heat wave. The cicadas were chirping "Zhi——" and "Zhi——" on the tree, their voices low and slow, as if they were telling an ancient story. The old people were sitting in the shade of the trees, shaking their heads patiently. Fan, while cursing the heat in his mouth, he happily talked about how the weather was conducive to the earing of rice. The little birds in the forest were lazily resting on the trees, seeming to be dreaming of a "bundant harvest." At noon in the dog days, the wind did not stop. Blowing, the birds don't chirp, the cows don't move, the valley is deathly silent/It's extremely hot at noon, there is no cloud in the sky, there is no breeze in the space, the air seems to be stagnant/At noon, the scorching sun is shining, the weeds are sleeping in the heat, no one dares Walking under the sun/In this summer noon, the mirror-like water surface reflects the strong sunlight, and the green willows and poplars on the shore cast cool shadows on the river surface/In the scorching sun at noon, people are hiding in their houses, There are only thousands of cicadas singing noisily among the branches. Composition: "Spring Flowers" The midday sun shines vertically. The clear, rippling water surface of the Huanglei River shines with carp-like brilliance, and the water vapor moves with the breeze. , drifting to the village by the river. The roofs of the village are basked in the warm spring sun, giving off a dry and burnt smell. The cool water vapor adjusts the dry and burnt smell, making people comfortable and comfortable. "Camel Xiangzi" Evening: The summer evening is passionate and beautiful. She looks like an elegant young woman; she wears a colorful skirt with her temples gently rolled up; she is graceful and luxurious. The sky is a light blue, sometimes with floating clouds, and the breeze is like white cotton wool. They are blowing their soft bodies and singing softly, and they are traveling leisurely all the way. When you lower your head and look at the roadside, the green grass and flowers are whispering, and when you look up again, you will see that The cotton-like white clouds all turned into "horsetails" and dispersed into the sky... The setting sun was like blood, and the sky was full of rays. I like the summer evening the most, the beauty is intoxicating and brilliant! The flaming cloud enveloped the western sky, like a gorgeous watercolor painting. It was initially a goose yellow base, with a light orange-red layer; a light blue ribbon was added to the orange-red; one end of the ribbon was fully unfolded, and one side The broad blood-colored silk scarf stretched further and further away to the horizon... In this way, the sunset became more vivid and red. The distant mountains in the twilight were as dark and majestic. In the vast sky, I saw the two trees standing on the top of the mountain. The poplars and green pines above. The breeze swayed their branches and leaves, and under the reflection of the sunset, they appeared more vigorous and taller. The whirling branches and leaves revealed a touch of the afterglow of the setting sun. I saw the mottled setting sun hanging on the treetops. Falling little by little. I quickly picked up the digital camera and fixed the moment; snap! The beautiful silhouette of the tree: like a man standing tall, entered my "shutter"... The mountain tops in the sunset are solemn and majestic. It makes me intoxicated and obsessed! The night was getting darker, and the setting sun finally couldn't stand the temper of time and fell in the valley. The mountain top swallowed up the last ray of afterglow. Looking at the setting sun, I sighed, "The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it's just near dusk." The beautiful setting sun is so spectacular, but it is short-lived. moment. The day changes, the sun and the moon cycle. What about life? Everyone goes from childhood, youth, adulthood to old age. Where is everyone's sunset? Will it all be so brilliant? Time flies by, flowers fall and bloom again, and youth never comes again! The night is getting darker. I don’t know when the bud crescent moon has quietly hung up in the sky. The lights have just started to light up, and the neon lights are flashing. The corner where there used to be few pedestrians is now crowded. Usually I am most afraid of crowds, so I turn around and rush to that corner. I took a quiet path to go home. At this time, the streets were filled with people and busy traffic. The metropolis fell into the bustle of the night. Bypassing the bustling crowd and passing through the hustle and bustle, I stepped on the path. There was softness here. Weeping willows; there is a faint scent of grass here, and there is a strong evening scent here, and the charming fragrance is floating in the evening breeze...