Literary poems about summer and the sea

1. We need some poems about summer, either written by the ancients or by ourselves:

1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")

Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))

The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")

4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")

5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")

6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")

7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")

8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")

Poems about the sea:

1. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Zhang Tang jiuling

2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?

4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.

6. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light!

There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... sail.

7. Ah, the sea-how kind and lovely you are-Emily Dickinson's blue ocean.

8. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering.

The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.

A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected; Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise. Cao Cao's ocean view

2. Descriptive sentences about the sea and summer (summer prose) The sea

The sea, there is a long way between you and me, but I have been full of endless thoughts about you since I can remember. Love, gratitude and reverence are intertwined. Even when I dream, I am listening to your warm or calm charming voice.

You are unpredictable and moody.

Sometimes you are like a sleeping baby, the breeze blows, your weak voice hits the abrupt rocks, and your soft babbling even lulls the fish and shrimp to sleep quietly. When the moonlight shines, you can't forget to play in your sleep, stretch your legs, and move your hands, stirring the brilliance into glittering and translucent pieces, and let them flow in your heart.

Sometimes you are like a group of galloping horses, lightning and thunder, heavy rain, huge waves, irresistibly washed away, drowning everything you encounter. You don't sleep and disturb other people's dreams.

Sometimes you are like a deep and wise old man. Your face is calm, but your eyes are bright. The blue light you wipe on the hull is just a collision between the spark of wisdom and the soul of the person who longs for you. Deep down, you are a deep blue that people dare not look directly at. There is too much wisdom and vicissitudes hidden there, revealing majesty, which makes people curious and awe. I don't know how many people who try to understand you have fallen asleep in your deep and broad mind. Are you still telling them your joys and sorrows? They will be proud of the privilege of thinking with you.

Thank you for your tolerance for all beings. You gave birth to life, and all beings are your children. Like your mother, you love and tolerate them, while they play and make noise confidently on your chest. Humans throw garbage and oil at you, and your face is getting dirtier and dirtier, but you just keep silent. I know you will be furious one day, and I hope people can end their sins before you get angry.

The sea, I want to say, your greatness, your charm, your dribs and drabs, in my heart forever.

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Early in the morning, cicadas cried loudly to tell people that another hot day had begun.

It's very hot in summer, and the birds don't know where to hide; Plants and trees hang their heads; The puppy was so hot that it stuck out its tongue and kept panting.

Cicada kept making annoying calls on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.

In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush, the leaves of holly trees are shining, and the old elm trees are flourishing, giving people a thick shade.

In summer, the clear river has become a good place for children to escape the heat. You see, they are frolicking in the water, having a water fight for a while, fishing for a while, and having a good time.

The summer sun is like a big stove, scorching the earth. Even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.

Buffalo has already hid in the pond, and its whole body is buried in the water, with only one head exposed to the water to breathe.

3. What are the ancient poems describing the summer sea and sighing at night?

Don 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.

The first summer

Tang Bai Juyi

Xia Meng is rich in natural products, and it is good to plant it for a period of time.

Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass.

Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.

Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone.

After all, all flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless.

It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.

Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you.

More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.

Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early.

Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.

Why go back to your hometown? I can't die.

Xia is thinking in Nange.

Tang Meng Hao ran

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Xia Meng.

Tangjiaao

Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots.

Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Tang gaopian

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

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Summer village's Miscellaneous Notes (I)

Fan Song Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

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Song Yang Wanli

Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.

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.

On June 27th, I read the drunken book in Lake House.

Song sushi

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.

Summer drought and heat

Song wangling

The wind didn't force out the heat in midsummer, and the Naxi sun seemed to have wings, hovering over the hills and refusing to set.

People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up?

The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone?

Unknown miscellaneous poems

Shi Ming Naian

The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.

The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

What do you see

Qingyuanmei

Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.

Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

4. What are the poems and famous sayings about the sea?

1, "seeing friends off at Jingmen Ferry"-author Li Bai Tang Dynasty.

Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness.

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.

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Traveling by boat, passing by Jingmen, I came to Chu's hometown. Castle Peak gradually disappears, and Ye Ping stretches as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland. The moon reflects the river, just like flying a mirror tomorrow; Clouds turned into blue sky, creating a mirage. The water in my hometown is reluctant to part with me, and Wan Li sent me boating not far away.

2. "Looking at the Moon/Looking Back at the Bright Moon"-the author of Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.

People who love hate long nights and sleepless nights and miss their loved ones.

Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes.

You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.

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A bright moon rises in the vast sea, and now you and I are facing each other at the ends of the earth. All living beings hate the long moonlight and miss their loved ones all night. Put out the candles and cherish the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes, feeling the cold at night. I can't give you beautiful moonlight, I just hope to meet you in my sleep.

3. "Autumn night will dawn at the hedge door to meet the cold, second"-author Lu You in Song Dynasty.

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.

The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.

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The Yellow River, which is long in Wan Li, flows eastward into the sea, and Huashan Mountain, which is 5,000 meters high, goes straight into the sky. Under the oppression of the conference semifinals, the tears of the Central Plains people have run out, and they look forward to Julian Waghann's Northern Expedition year after year.

4, "Guan Shanyue"-the author Li Bai Tang Dynasty.

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The soldiers turned and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes.

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

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A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty long wind blew through Yumen Pass where Wan Li and the soldiers were stationed. In those days, Han soldiers pointed to Deng Bai Mountain Road, and Tubo coveted a large area of rivers and mountains in Qinghai. This is the place where wars have been fought for generations, and few soldiers who fought can survive. Garrison soldiers looked at the border town from a distance, and they couldn't help looking sad when they missed their hometown. At this time, the wives of the soldiers are in the tall building, sighing when they can see their relatives in the distance.

5, "Ask asking for the moon for wine, an old friend Jia Chunling"-author Li Bai Tang Dynasty

When will the moon appear in the blue sky? I'll stop for a drink and ask.

The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.

Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.

I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning?

The white rabbit plays medicine in autumn, revives in spring, and Chang 'e lives alone with whom.

Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.

The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.

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When will the bright moon be high in the blue sky? I stopped my cup and asked.

Man will never land on the moon, but the moon is very close to man.

As bright as a mirror, it soared to the palace, and the green smoke cleared away, giving off cold light.

You can only see it rising from the sea every night. Who knew it disappeared in the clouds in the morning?

In the moon, the white rabbit is tinkering with medicine from autumn to spring, so who is it to live with?

Now people can't see the ancient moon, but now the moon has shone on the ancients.

The ancients and present people passed by like running water, and so did the moon seen by * *.

I just hope that when I sing to the glass, the moonlight can shine in the golden cup for a long time.

Second, famous sayings

1. For the sea, the land is lovely, and for the coast, the sea is lovely. -Lacome

2. There are dangers unknown to the ocean on land. Alice

The world people live in is like a ship sailing in the sea. The most important thing is to find the right direction. -Pan Wei

4, the sea of truth, let all undiscovered things lie in front of my eyes, let me explore. newton

5. How many rare treasures are hidden in the sleeping palace of the sea. -Love youth

6. Love is a clear spring. It starts from the riverbed full of cress, flowers and gravel, changes its nature and shape in every flood, or becomes a stream or river, and finally flows into the sea of Wang Yang, where the poor only see its monotony, while the noble people indulge in constant meditation. -Balzac

5. What are the ancient poems describing Xia Hai? "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Du Fu's immortality will poison 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. "Early Summer" Tang Bai Juyi was full of things and planted them for a while.

Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.

Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.

Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.

Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.

Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. In summer, the mountain light in the west of Nan Ting Si Tang Xin Meng Haoran suddenly goes out, and the moon in the lake in the east rises slowly.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

"Xia Meng" Tang lost in the summer of Jiangnan, and kind bamboo shoots were edited. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.

In the midsummer, the mountain pavilion is tall in the Tang Dynasty, the trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

"Miscellaneous Summer Pastoral" (I) Song Fan Chengda, Li Zijin apricot fat, wheat white cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

"Little Pool" Song Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

"Drunken Book of Looking at the Lake Building on June 27th" Song Sushi's dark clouds turn over the ink and don't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumps over the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

"Summer drought and heat" Wang Song makes the breeze kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain with wings. People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up? The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool.

I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone? In Unknown Miscellaneous Poems, the sun in Shi Naian is scorching, and the wild rice in Tianhe is half burnt. The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.

"What I See" In the Qing Dynasty, a shepherd boy in Yuan Mei rode a yellow ox, and his song inspired Lin Yue. Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.

6. What is the sea like in poems about the sea? It is my wandering dream in this life, and it is also the pain of my life.

When I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea.

The sunset lingers on the sea; There are waterfowl playing around. The waves gently tide, chasing my footprints again and again.

The kiss of the shell fell asleep round and round, and the sound of the tide wet my eyes. On the edge of dreams, people who long for the breath of the sea hum one song after another.

In the days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone on the rocks in the sea.

Reef. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; You are infatuated, even if the knife cuts everywhere.

But in the end, I dare not expect the care of the sea. The reef is only one meter away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply.

Your sad memories, thousands of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze conflicts with your desire.

The seawater in the chest, layers of water drops, a little resentment. In the ancient legendary sailboat, fish were caught in the net in all directions.

But destined not to play all the sadness. Ainai's muffled voice beats the dream of the sea again and again, making the sea lose again and again, looking back and sighing again and again.

The ship stood on the wave, the roaring sail had already been lowered, and the rudder was sticking to its direction. What kind of heart hangs in the air and messy hair looks at everything around.

Years, sailing boats have no shore. Some ups and downs, waving wildly.

A timid soul can't resist. Seagulls cheered for the sea, skimming the scars more than once.

Peck out ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gave the sea a solid chest.

Dare not stop easily, all the storms have not been studied so far, and the heartache still blooms. Every hungry cry will awaken the desire to sleep.

The wind spread its wings. The baptism of the storm, the surging of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life.

Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry floats in the vast sea. The seaside is close to the beach, sitting alone at dusk.

Sunset clouds filled the sky. Give up the reason and let my heart refuse to miss in the humid air. I can't help crying.

On the other side of the sea, a weak, heavy, turbid voice hit me, disappeared my way and bored my way. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the whirlpool and involved in the bottom of the sea.

Hold a beach of sand and worship. At first glance, piety and despair coexist.

The gesture of sand leaking through the fingers is like a deep past that escaped from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable and the pain is inevitable.

The moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight fell on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips.

The moonlight drops slowly, and the pure voice interprets the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.

Love is hidden in the drifting bottle. Who deliberately exiled the will? I'm still restless when I'm empty. I haven't been able to open that dusty hope for thousands of years from beginning to end.

I'm afraid those pink tears will die melancholy in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.

In fact, I have no intention of worrying about it, as evidenced by the burning of the old moon. In znets.

Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here blows my whole soul nowhere to hide, breaks it into bright waves and floats into my mouth in the neon phantom with bitter and salty taste. The pity of the sun is fleeting, the thin shoulders of the hot son on the sea, and the gentle hands of the mother caress the children who have traveled thousands of miles and whisper to sleep. The injured heartfish died at noon before sunrise, and the foam on the lonely beach kissed her naked body and ears. The only survivor of the summer disaster walked across the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered the bones of shells on the beach after robbery. Dark blue blood flooded the whole sea. A surviving bottle floated away, taking away the nine-character love letter of the last ferryman. A flute sounded ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream. The huge water body is cold in the sunlight. Wan Li is cloudless at this time. "Have you ever seen the sea"-Han Dong. You have seen the sea, you imagined the sea, and then you saw it. That's it. You have seen and imagined the sea, but you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. Maybe you like the sea best. You have seen the sea and imagined it. You don't want the sea to drown. That's it. Everyone is like this. Facing the sea, spring blossoms-Haizi from tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and spring is blooming. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. I wish you all the best. I wish you happiness on earth. Gorky Haiyan, Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea.

7. Poems and songs about summer, beauty in April and beauty in May: refer to grass plants bearing seeds.

Nau: The name of grass, also called "polygala tenuifolia", tastes bitter and can be used as medicine. Cicada, also known as cicada.

This describes the poetry of summer: in April, distant wishes bear fruit, and in May, cicadas keep singing. "The Book of Songs, Wind and July" Summer vacation in April, summer vacation in June: coming.

This poem describing summer means: summer begins in April and ends in June. The Book of Songs Xiaoya April Xia Meng has plants and trees around his house to help Xia Meng: the first month in summer and the fourth month in the lunar calendar.

Lush: The appearance of lush leaves. The first summer of reading Shan Hai Jing in Tao Jin Yuanming was still peaceful, and the grass did not stop: Xia Meng, April of the lunar calendar.

Rest: prosperity and decline. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Poems of Swimming Pool and Jin Fanhai" is full of beautiful scenery, with bright candlelight, and the first spring in clear summer is the end of spring.

Summer harvest: early summer. In the southern dynasties, the wind boiled wheat, and the rain chased plum. In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Yu Xin believed in "Fengxia", where bamboo was cultivated under the shadow of a summer pond, and Longfengtan sat high on the shore: beside the water.

Sui Yang Guang, by the summer river, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly from the lake in the east. Open my window, lie down calmly and write down the cool scenery of sunset, moon and summer night.

Tang Menghao's "Summer in the South Pavilion" In summer, the pond fades and the trees cool early. Summer Night in Tang Shen is short in midsummer, slightly bitter in night, and cool in porch: window. Tang Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh" is green and quiet in the daytime, and the solitary flower indicates the solitary flower in spring: a flower.

Chun Ying: The remnants of spring have arrived in early summer. You Kai Yuan Jing She by Wu Ying, Tang Wei, collected the summer heat in the remnant clouds, and the new rain brought autumn haze: fog.

Tang Cen Can's "Shuige sends Huayin Wang Shaofu to the county" began with the yin qi in midsummer, and autumn is like a cloud. Half midsummer: half midsummer, half lunar May. Seats: The way the wind blows.

Tang Hanyu finished "Sending Master Liu's Clothes", and Xin Qiuyan took Tang's "Night Banquet" to Jiangnan in midsummer, edited by Ci Zhun. Xia Meng: Early summer refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

Cizhu: the name of bamboo, also known as mother bamboo. F: It seems to be arranged.

Qi: The ancients thought that blowing slugs (giant clams) could create a virtual scene of the castle. It is actually an illusion that light passes through air with different densities and reflects the prospect in the air. It is also called a mirage. Orchestral music: Describe frogs singing like playing music.

In Xia Meng by Tang Jiayu, rocks are like rain, and forests and roses cover the sky. There are many cold rocks: the springs and waterfalls on the rocks are flying in the air, and a cloud of smoke hangs like a rain curtain on a sunny day. Candy Luo's sentence: The vines are winding in the forest, and the shade covers the sun, which makes people feel cool in midsummer.

Tang Fanggan's "Top of Hongji" is dark in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool. Crystal curtains fluttered in the breeze, and the courtyard was full of fragrant crystal curtains: Describe the balcony reflection as crystal curtains in the water, Ming Che.

Tang Gao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer" is drizzling and fine grass hanging on the wall, and the wind on the water returns to the settlement. Zhang Tang's "Summer Veteran Lin Ting" shows that warm wind makes wheat fragrant in sunny days, and green grass wins flowers when wheat is fragrant: the taste of wheat harvest. Flowering time: when the flowers bloom.

Wang Song Anshi's Early Summer is a Thing. Why do you hate it when Fang Fei is gone? Summer wood is just a pleasant fragrance: fragrant flowers and plants. Cute: suitable for people.

Close "Black Sky in March" The wind is old, the warbler is young, the rain is fat, and the Li Shuqing Circle in the afternoon: the laudatory name of a tree. This poem about summer means that young birds grow in the breeze, abundant rain fattens plums, and at noon, a cool round shade forms under the tree.

Zhou Bangyan's "Man Ting Square Xia Jing" in Song Dynasty, after the rain, the lotus flowers are full of fragrance, and the magical pumpkins are cool. Divine pumpkin: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water. The drowsy weather in Yuan's Memories of Wang Ci is getting longer and longer. Song notes Shu Zhen's "Landscape" cloud: "Xie Que Haitang flies to the end, and the longer he is trapped."

No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly In the Song Dynasty, the four seasons in Fan Chengda were idyllic, and the breeze broke Xia San Day. In Wang Hui's Crossing Shagou Store, it rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao Shi Xiu's date: "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the chess pieces and die. "

Red and purple turn into dust one after another, and in the sound of cuckoo, Xia Xin is red and purple: it refers to all kinds of flowers. Song Lu You's quatrain in early summer: "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. "Xiao-he doesn't show sharp corners, and there are dragonflies standing on it.

8. The poem "Taste Summer" related to summer has gone through mountains, turned over mountains and turned over winding paths, which unconsciously brought us into summer. I gave her a fragrant rose, and she smiled and handed me a peach with a bite. The March of the harvester echoed around the beam, and the shy wheat hid in the room sorghum. The corn has been holding back all the time, and the sun has been shining. Let's take off our spring clothes and put on skirts as thin as cicadas. A considerate white towel gently wipes our sweat. Plant a deep-rooted millet in spring and weed it every day. At noon, sweat moistens the selfless dedication and happiness of the river, singing and dancing, winking at us, hugging warmly and kissing intimately, which makes us feel comfortable. 965 is waiting for the next summer, this summer, there is no longer any night with the sun in London. "The Taste of Summer" After the peach blossoms bloom, the heat is better than sweating. In June, all my noise and anxiety disappeared out of thin air, and I came back along the moonlight of a lotus pond. The lotus leaf in my most primitive memory began to give off a fresh and quiet taste. At this time, the trees around the village are lush and the cicadas are hidden. How pure the world is! Pastoral, flowing water, cooking smoke, simple and beautiful. The shepherd boy's piccolo is elegant and long in the sunset. The jointing sound of corn seedlings is beautiful. Gardenia is fragrant. After a wave of romance in July, the countryside was wet and rainy, and too much simplicity and kindness were removed. I feel relaxed on a quiet night. What is more important than this peace in my heart? And lower your body to listen, more voices, such as love, such as sincerity, are not far away, and there is maturity and hope! In the summer with filariasis, in July, the city with filariasis was sweltering in the heat wave. Last summer, when it rained, I put all my feelings in the sun. I always thought that the sunny day would last for a long time, so I didn't have time to touch my back. The sun shone in from the side and began to scream endlessly. The river overflowed, and many small fish chased their dreams and swam out of my door. The youth began to growl. I hid in the dark, waiting for time to turn over history like a sawtooth. Those rusty stories gradually surfaced. Dragonflies had stood on it before the wind blew. I am waiting for you. Are you waiting for me? ★★★★★★★★ Please give your comments or adopt them in time. Thank you very much.