A poem describing the coolness after a summer rain

Poems about cool summer 1. Seven-character quatrains and cool summer poems

1, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. -From the Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's "Yellow Sand Night Road Xijiang Moon".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The bright moon on the horizon rises to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to bring cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice flowers, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.

The mountain lights in the west suddenly went out, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in 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. -From the Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran's Summer Thoughts in Nanting

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The shadow of the sun suddenly sets from the west, and the moon on the pond rises slowly from the east. Let your hair hang freely and enjoy the coolness at night. Open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. An evening breeze brought the fragrance of lotus flowers, and dew dripped from bamboo leaves, making a crisp sound.

3. Liu quiet people sleep during the day, and those who sleep during the day are quiet and windy. Sweat thin shirt is cool, cool shirt is thin sweat. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindrome Summer is always in my heart"

Vernacular interpretation: willows droop and boudoir sleeps during the day. When the boudoir sleeps quietly during the day, the wind blows and the wicker swings in the yard. The breeze is blowing, the sweat is fragrant, and the thin shirt is slightly cool. Cool shirts give off a faint smell of sweat.

4, green locust, sorghum and swallows. The wind began to enter the strings. The blue screen window is full of smoke. -From the Song Dynasty: Su Shi's Ruan Langgui Early Summer

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Outside the window, trees are shaded, tall willows move gently with the wind, cicadas stop suddenly, and the breeze blows the coolness of early summer into the house. Under the green screen window, the subtle fragrance of diving drifts with the wind.

5. Under the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind gathers the lotus fragrance in the pool. -From Song Dynasty: Qin Guan's Cool

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: On the silent moonlit night, the uneven flute sounds linger in my ears. At the beginning of the evening breeze, the lotus flowers in the pool are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing, which is refreshing.

2. What poems describe the cool summer breeze?

1, Liu is quiet, people sleep during the day, people sleep during the day. -Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindrome Summer is always in my heart"

Interpretation: There is no wind in the courtyard, the willows hang down, and the boudoir sleeps by day. When the boudoir sleeps quietly during the day, the wind blows and the wicker swings in the yard.

2, a night of rain to a dream, send Qiu Lai on the lotus leaf. -Chen Wenshu's Summer Miscellaneous Poems

Interpretation: The sound of rain this night is really nice, which brings coolness into my dream; On the boundless lotus leaf, the sound of falling rain, the first coolness and darkness, brought autumn to people.

3. Under the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind gathers the lotus fragrance in the pool. -Qin Guan's "Cool"

Interpretation: On a silent moonlit night, the uneven sound of flutes haunts my ears. The evening breeze is early, the lotus flowers in the pool are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing, which is refreshing.

Feng Pu is hunting in a small pond. After the rain, the lotus flowers are fragrant. -Li Zhongyuan's "Memories of the King"

Interpretation: In the small pond, the water plants in the wind are hunting hard, and the lotus flowers after the rain exude a refreshing fragrance, which makes the whole yard full of the fragrance of lotus flowers.

5, the evening primrose is full, and I am drunk in the middle of the night. -Dou Shuzhi's "Summer Night Cousin Nostalgia"

Interpretation: Cordate telosma blooms in summer, harvested at dawn and harvested at dusk, but in the evening, the fragrance is stronger, and people decide at night, but they just wake up from drunkenness and it is raining in Mao Mao, and the air is humid and particularly cool.

6, the wind blows the old trees in sunny rain, and the moon shines flat sand and summer night frost. -Bai Juyi's Looking at the Xijiang River

Interpretation: on a sunny day, the wind blows the old trees and rustles as if it were raining; On a summer night, the moonlight is everywhere, just like autumn frost.

7. There is no wind and rain in the middle of the night, the moonlight is slightly cool, and the dewdrops greet the pearls into a round lotus. -Yan Xuan "In the storm, the river is heavy and the sails are heavy"

Interpretation: Late at night, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. The moon shines in the cold sky, and dewdrops roll into the lotus leaves one by one.

8. When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are full moon, and the dew lotus turns over the fireflies. -Zhang Huan Xi Sha Shan and City Around Pinghu Lake

Interpretation: Yun Zheyue in the sky, with a bright future. When the lotus leaves with dewdrops are turned, the water shines like fireflies.

9. The Mao Ting in Matsushita is cool in May, and the Tingshayun tree is dark in the evening. -Dai Shulun's "Governing Sichuan Landscape"

Commentary: In Matsushita in May, the thatched pavilion was cool and pleasant, and Tingzhou, which was covered with white sand in the distance, and the lush forest merged into dusk, showing a desolation.

10, the breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south building is cold. -Huang Tingjian's Book of Ezhou South Building

Interpretation: The breeze and bright moon are unrestrained, and the moonlight melts into the breeze and blows from the south, making people feel cool and comfortable.

3. What are the poems about "enjoying the cool under a summer tree"?

1, Tang Meng Haoran's "The master of the homestay didn't have time to check in"

The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet. The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.

There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place. Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.

2. Haoran's "Summer in the South Pavilion"

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.

3, Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang"

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.

4. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Yellow Sand Night Road Xijiang Moon"

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

5. Tang Gao's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"

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.

4. Poems about summer

? The first of three summer poems-Zhang Lei-Song

? Summer-Bai Juyi-Tang Dynasty

? Xia-Hanwo-Tang Dynasty

? Xia-Liu Fu-Tang Dynasty

? Xia, Wei, Wu Ying and Tang Dynasty

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. -Gao Pian's "Mountain Pavilion Summer"

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. -Yang Wanli's Little Pool

Liu is a quiet person who sleeps during the day, while those who sleep during the day are quiet and calm. -Su Shi's "Bodhisattva Man Palindrome Summer is always in my heart"

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. -Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs. -Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

The freedom of no one to watch the cool breeze and bright moon, and the moonlight melts into the wind blowing from the south, which makes people feel cool and comfortable. -Huang Tingjian's Book of Ezhou South Building

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. -Su Shi's "Drinking Two Rains on Lake Chuqing, Part Two"

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. —— Wang Wei's "Long Rain/Autumn Return to Wangchuan Village and I Stay at Wangchuan"

5. Poems describing the cool water in the mountains in summer

The south and the east are free, and festivals are held several times a year.

After the shad came out, the warbler was noisy, the plums were ripe and the wind and rain were frequent.

Guan Gai dared to invite fellow initiates as guests, but Sang Ma did not reduce her avoidance of Qin people.

The setting sun is even bleaker, and the shadows are clear and the towel is in tune.

Izayoi in May, sick and annoyed, got up and walked five times.

Six Poems of Empress Dowager Pavilion

Song sushi

The secret hall is deep in summer wood, and cicadas sing at the beginning of the rain.

We should take the winning girl with a Luan fan, which will help the south wind grow thorns.

Song Yang Wanli

Although it is hot in summer, the night is clear, and four is better than three.

The roots of the jade rabbit are exposed, and the wind is born at the bottom of the Milky Way.

6. Sentences describing the coolness in summer

In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road is scorched by the scorching sun, and the feet are sour. In July, the sun hung like a fireball in the blue sky. The cloud seems to have melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

Under the scorching sun, on both sides of the road, ripe grains bent down and lowered their heads in the heat. Grasshoppers, like grass leaves, make a weak and noisy sound in wheat fields and rye fields, among the reeds on the shore.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. It's sweltering and there's not a breath of wind. The thick air seems to have solidified.

The whole city is like a burnt-out brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie prone on the ground with bright red tongues, and mules and horses have particularly large nostrils.

Flaming parachutes are hanging high in the air, so hot that fish in the river dare not surface and birds dare not fly out of the mountains. Even the dogs in the village just stick out their tongues and gasp endlessly. That day, it was terribly hot.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gases, like clouds, like Feiyun, like fog, like fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. Summer is hot and happy.

In the morning, the weather is fine, and the sun makes the flowers and plants spirit. The little dragonfly is flying happily.

Some children came out to play, laughing and chasing each other. Look, how happy they are! At noon, the burning sun scorched the ground.

Old people from every household came out and sat in a cool place to talk about this and that, each with his own views and opinions. The cicada in the tree "knows" and "knows", as if to say, "Oh dear! It is really hot today. The dead sun killed me.

This lifeless summer is really hot. But summer is also good, which can make seedlings grow rapidly! "In the evening, suddenly overcast, it's getting dark.

After a few thunders, the raindrops as big as peas kept falling, and "beep" and "beep" slammed on the window and fell to the ground with a bang, which was so small for more than half an hour. Everyone, old and young, kept praising: "This rain is really timely! What a fine rain! Really cool! " In the evening, after the thunderstorm, a cool breeze blew, and people sat there enjoying the cool and chatting, and some even sang while walking.

Summer is really hot and full of joy! In the summer morning, the sun rises from Ran Ran in the east. Cicada called "Cicada" in the tree, as if to say, "It's so hot! It's so hot! " The water in the river was still cold in the morning, but at noon, the river began to steam.

The little boy was so hot that he clamored for a haircut. After he cut off his bald head, he was still shouting, "It's too hot, too hot, buy popsicles and watermelons."

The little boy was eating with relish, with a popsicle in one hand and a watermelon in the other. Suddenly, the popsicle dissolved and fell to the ground. The little boy shouted angrily, "buy another one, buy another one."

The adults listened and said impatiently, "If you want to eat, God will eat. Where did you get so much money? Blame God. " There is a watermelon seller in the distance. The businessman sat in the chair with his ass not close to the chair, but he felt that the chair was a little hot. The businessman had to stand, shouting and shaking the banana fan.

Someone came to touch the watermelon. "Alas," he cried suddenly, "is this a watermelon or a scalded melon?" At noon, there was a sea of people in the swimming pool, and all they heard was snoring, shouting, dialing, patting and making noise. "My shoes are gone."

"My child is gone." "My son is missing."

People's voices can be heard everywhere. People can't stand the heat. Even the old man came to the swimming pool with a cane and a fan. When they saw so many people in the swimming pool, they came to the river.

The old man can't swim, so he just sits.

7. Poems about summer

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

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

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

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

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

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

7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can's "Water Pavilion Send Wang Huaying Shaofu to 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's Xi Qing)

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

10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan's "Dark Days in March")

8. Poems about summer

Summer night sigh

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 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.

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.

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.

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.