Beautiful archaic sentences: the ten most beautiful summer poems!

The long summer solar term was established during the Warring States Period, indicating the change of seasons and the beginning of summer in a year.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Tang gaopian

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.

This poem describes the summer scenery of the mountain pavilion, depicting the tree-lined, balcony reflection, pond water waves and roses, forming a picture with bright colors and clear artistic conception.

The poet captured the subtle details of the curtain movement and the fragrance of flowers after the breeze, vividly describing the leisure and tranquility of the pavilions in summer. Think of the fragrance of roses in the courtyard, and all the heat will be swept away!

Two Poems Sleeping in Early Summer

Song Yang Wanli

Plums taste very sour, and after eating, the residual acid is still between the teeth; The banana is growing, and the green is against the screen.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

The grass under the pine tree is covered with moss, so I don't even bother to open it if I want to read.

It's early summer, the banana is green, the willow flowers are dancing, and the poet gets up from his nap and is listless. When he saw the children chasing catkins, his childlike innocence revived, and he was unexpectedly immersed in it. This kind of life, Shi Jun just wants to say: I really want it.

Early summer seclusion

Song luyou

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The newly harvested bamboo shoots are ripe, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

It was early summer when the poet settled in the countryside, and the rural scenery was very leisurely. When the pond was full of water, I watched the egrets play. On the dark green grass, frogs kept barking and everywhere was full of vitality. When I wake up, I will have a cup of tea. What else can I ask for in this life?

After a heavy rain, I was in Wangchuan's cabin.

Don

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine trees.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .

In his later years, Wang Wei lived in seclusion in Zhong Nanshan, and lived a secluded life, fasting and chanting Buddha, playing the piano and writing poems, and his life was very leisurely. An egret flew over the quiet swamp and the mango bird was singing. The trees in midsummer are full of vigor and vitality. I believe everyone is envious of this life!

Xia yi

Su Song shunqin

In summer, the courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranate flowers are full of curtains.

The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

The yard is deep and quiet, and I am lying on a bamboo mat, cool and refreshing; Pomegranate flowers are in full bloom outside the window, and the virtual hall is red through the hanging bamboo curtain. Dense shade blocks the summer heat. It was noon when I woke up, and Huang Yinger's intermittent singing came from my ear.

There is a breeze in the curtain when you sleep, and a warbler when you wake up. Happiness!

Ten autumn poems, open the drunken autumn!

I haven't felt cold all night in the autumn wind, and the days of uterine leakage are still long.

Nymphs have no intention of eliminating waste heat, and waste rice and beams on Huachi.

Stepping on the end of midsummer, I inadvertently entered beginning of autumn.

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Heshui Zuo

One leaf of the phoenix tree reports autumn, and the word rice field harvests.

Although it is not midsummer, it is even more chilling.

Autumn wind ci

Li Bai in Tang Dynasty

Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,

When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.

The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick.

Sauvignon Blanc is like a memory, but short acacia is infinite.

If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.

One of the Eight Poems of Qiu Xing

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak.

Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog.

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.

An autumn night in the mountains.

Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

Two autumn poems

Liu Yuxi in Tang Dynasty

Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.

There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.

The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.

Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.

Qiu Si.

Zhang Ji in Tang Dynasty

Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,

The writer's book is full of meaning.

I can't talk about it in a hurry

Pedestrians came and opened again.

Mountain travel

Du Mu in Tang Dynasty

The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.

There are people in the depths of white clouds.

I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.

The frosty autumn leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

Late autumn in Chang 'an

Zhao Wei in Tang Dynasty

Clouds flow bleak, and the Han Palace moves in high autumn.

When the stars are broken, the flute touches the ground.

Purple half-open fence is quiet, and red is full of lotus worries.

Beautiful perch, empty wearing a southern crown to learn Chu prisoners.

A piece of plum in autumn, red lotus root and fragrant jade

Li Qingzhao in Song Dynasty

Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.

Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

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Zhao Lingzhi's Qingping Music

The spring breeze is still the same, and the intention is to follow the embankment.

When the weather is fine, rub the moth into yellow.

Last year, I went to the Green Gate in Kyoto, but I can't see him tonight. I lost my soul.

The haggard that ruined my life, only a few dusk.

Zhang Yan's Klang Ganzhou

Remember Yutong, clear snow and cold crisp. Beside the ancient withered forest road, the long river drinks horses, which means long. Short dreams are still floating, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou. There is no topic in a word, and all the leaves are sad.

Take Baiyun home and ask who will stay in Chupei and make a map of Zhongzhou. Fold the reed flowers and give them away, and fall in autumn. Flowing water flows to Ping Ye Bridge, which does not attract old Sha Ou. I feel empty. I have a sunset, but I'm afraid to go upstairs.

Zhang Yan's Partridge Sky

Who will play the flute upstairs? The water in front of the mountain is wide and the clouds are low. Swallows are thousands of miles away, and there is pear flower rain.

When repairing and selling, there are only dreams in my hometown. At night, it was not Su Causeway who frowned.

Zhang Yan's "Chao Zhong Cuo"

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains and the tide falls on the beach. Looking at pear flower coldly, I love the world all my life.

Yan Hu, Yun Chuang, drunk and crying. Fold a willow leaf, who will insert it when you return?

Yan's Recent Love

The wind is cold and pink, and it becomes fragrant day by day. New wine adds residual wine, and this spring will not reduce the previous spring resentment.

Butterflies go to the songbirds, but there is nowhere to fly. You can't see the letter from Pisces in the tall building across the water. The waves in the disturbance layer are horizontal, and the sunset is only near dusk.

Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

How deep is the yard?

The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm,

It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

The magpie fairy of Qin Guan

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.

Ouyang Xiu's Langtaosha

Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring" is full of fragrance, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Ten Poems to Understand the Beauty of Winter

1, lonely beauty

Jiang Xue.

Liutang Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

2. The beauty of warmth

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Tang Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

3. The beauty of stepping on snow

The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain

Don Liu Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

4. The beauty of smelling incense

Chinese plum

Wang Song Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

5, the beauty of lofty sentiments

Biedongda

Don

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

6, the beauty of the wind

Song of the plug

Tanglulun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

7. Beauty of Han Ling

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Tang Censhen

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

8. The beauty of loneliness

Endless longing

Qingnalanxingde

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu.

Night light. Once the wind changes, so does the snow.

I can't dream of breaking my hometown. There is no such sound in my hometown.

9. Tough beauty

Song Qing

Rola Chen

The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight.

You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.

10, the beauty of the atmosphere

Qinyuan Spring-Snow

Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed;

When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum.

Keywords mountain dancing silver snake, original wax elephant,

Want to compete with the weather.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent;

Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.

A generation of tianjiao, Genghis Khan,

I only know how to shoot an eagle with a bow.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.