Modern Poetry Describing Summer Rain

1. Modern Summer Rain Poems

Modern poems about Xia Yu 1. Poems about Xia Yu

Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's Fishing Song.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Monk Zhinan's quatrains

Weicheng is also lighter than rain and dust, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju"

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's The Storm of November 4th.

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three rains in front of the mountain ―― Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. -Su Shi's Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake.

The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind is drifting, and life experiences the rain ―― Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Lingdingyang.

After the rain, an empty mountain stands in the autumn night —— (Wang Wei: living in autumn)

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet —— (Wang Wei: In the Mountains)

Wu, a man from Lianjiang on a cold rainy night, and the lonely Chushan —— Wang Changling: Lotus Inn and Xin Jian Break Up.

2. Xia Yu's Poems by Arctic Jun

Summer lies on my chest (poetry group)

Summer lying on my chest

The clouds are crying here

Vent so thoroughly

You got my hair wet, my neem flower.

I know that I have always been your silent confidant.

I also comforted autumn and winter and spring.

Your mood is low and melancholy.

This is your beauty.

However, many people don't understand you.

Even on sunny days, I don't know what color you are.

They hid in the air-conditioned room; Dianfan underground

Laugh at your enthusiasm

Poetry of the Arctic monarch

early summer

Through the dewy morning from here.

Facing the hot eyes here

a stream of light

Sublimation of peace

This is the first time my heart has confronted you.

There are also

A tree

A leaf

A more colorful conversation

Because of your arrival.

The warm existence of the world

Poetry of the Arctic monarch

Look into the distance

Synchronize with purple

Come to early summer

I fell in love with neem flowers.

Under the tree

Memories are so bitter

In the canopy

But there is honey from bees.

I looked under the tree.

Another tree became the horizon.

I didn't choose the itinerary.

Only wait

Because waiting

It's the perfect search

I looked under the tree.

I want to wait for someone to come under the tree.

Poetry of the Arctic monarch

Melia azedarach

After the storm, the sky was calm and pale several times.

My heart beat for a few minutes after you left.

I will cover your disappearing route with tears again.

Your lingering words are buried in my heart while the temperature is high.

You're gone

The neem tree is in blossom.

If the past is more fragrant in memory

Can neem flower prove that it belongs to the green fruit of the future?

If you need the color of true feelings more in your dreams.

Missing will taste the bitterness of separation.

The neem tree is in blossom.

Xia Tian Qiu zi yi

Although you're gone

I wouldn't dress so sad.

3. What poems describe Xia Tianyu?

The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settled flowers.

There is no rain on the mountain road and the air is green and wet. Wei's "In the Mountains" is good for the water to be bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

Su Song's poem: Drinking on the lake is clear, the dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountains, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Song? Su Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunken Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" is full of thunder and little rain.

Ming? Li Panlong's On the Road to Yangguangshan threw a wild goose into the sky, and Wanshan floated at the beginning of the rain. Qing? Cha Shen Xing's The Fifth Floor of Deng Bao is full of storms.

Song? Lu You's "Work in the Storm" begins with a cloudy pavilion, and the rain is coming. Don? Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City" started from the mountain stream in China, and the clouds were low.

Don? Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple.

4. Modern poems describing summer.

A dog's day night

toss and turn restlessly

Sleepy but sleepless

A dog's day night

Suppress the people like monsters

Looking for the wind in every corner

The big cattail leaf fan shakes its arm and hurts.

The electric fan turned dizzy.

The air conditioner is buzzing and making a lot of noise.

The heart can hear the sound of wild grass growing.

You can hear insects singing at the root of the wall, and you can hear everything in nature.

In fact, they were driven away by the sound of evolution.

Leaving only the moonlight to smile faintly.

Summer wind

Get up early in the morning and wait for you.

Sleeping late at night is also to wait for you.

You are the dream girl I am waiting for.

Always land in a dream or wake up in the morning.

It's like waiting all my life.

But this is the moment of meeting.

Your touch slowly passed over my body, making me crazy.

Your coolness slowly moistens my skin and makes me intoxicated.

All the passions are eager to turn into ice in your kiss.

Without you, my anxious heart can't be calm.

You can hear the sound of wild grass growing.

You can hear insects singing at the root of the wall, and you can hear everything in nature.

In fact, they were driven away by the sound of evolution.

Leaving only the moonlight to smile faintly.

Lost summer

Summer fog

No detention area was found.

Attack the place where it is easiest to go deep.

The morning sun becomes hairy.

Its desire is brilliant and expansive.

Expand into a dazzling barrier

Reflected into uneasy white light.

The temptation of summer

Like the petals of corn poppy, like the texture of silk.

If you don't take care of it, it's not properly maintained.

Only a few days of gorgeous flowering.

I'm afraid people don't want to avoid it.

A man of spirit

I took a detour in an alley where moonlight couldn't get in.

Standing at the entrance of summer

It was a wind that swept across the water.

On the green lake

There is always a graceful figure.

There is always a clear rhyme and a faint fragrance that comes with the wind.

When the boat passes, the lotus moves.

Open those ancient and modern classics.

I savored it carefully and quietly.

Pay attention to the shyness swaying in the wind.

That pure white powder has a light blush.

Like the sky after rain, rainbow

Appear. And the sound of frogs.

And the glittering and translucent rocks on those broad leaves.

In summer, there is always a unique scenery.

There is always a feeling of infinite attachment!

farewell to summer

farewell to summer

Give your heart to autumn in summer.

Turn her into fruit

All the memories

It's all in there.

Autumn makes summer drunk.

Turn green into purple.

There is still a pool of autumn water.

But be quiet

For example, a girl of 18 years old

Pure and clear eyes

The lost dragonfly

Delicate flowers.

And the lingering love that summer.

Are concentrated in the seeds.

Waiting for the next summer

This summer

This summer

no longer

There is no night.

London sun

The moon accompanying Beijing

Watch the battle side by side.

Stadio Olimpico

Like a fierce battlefield

Smoke billowed.

Master of physical education

we

Cheer for you.

this evening

We didn't sleep.

Only hope.

Summer of filariasis

Filariasis in July

The city was destroyed by the heat wave.

A corner of sultry streets and alleys

A girl in a blue skirt.

seek

A touch of green

In the suburbs.

On the burning leaves.

A shepherd boy

Driving a flock of sheep like white clouds

Can't run far

A cool river

Summer morning

early in the morning

Cicadas blow their horns.

heat wave

Start pouring in

A still tree

Transpiration empties the mind.

Because I

The distant scenery is separated by windows.

Put it further away.