Ancient poems and sentences describing summer scenery

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.

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.

cuvette

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.

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.