A poem describing fine weather on a summer morning.

Poems about summer mornings 1. Sentences describing summer mornings

After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.

The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus reflects the sunlight. In Song Dynasty, it rained at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu, and frogs were everywhere in the pond in early spring. Didn't come to the appointment after midnight, knocked the chess pieces into snuff 1. There was not a cloud in the air, nor a wind in the hot sun overhead, and all the trees stood there listlessly and lazily.

As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire. It's so hot that it seems that a spark will cause an explosion.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless. Walking on the road, the oncoming wind hit like a heat wave.

6. Early in the morning, when you know it, you shout loudly to tell people that another hot day has begun. 7. In the hot summer, 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.

8. Cicada keeps making annoying noises on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun. 9. 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.

10. In summer, the clear river has become a good place for children to escape from the summer. You see, they frolic in the water, have a water fight for a while, and dive into the fish for a while, having a good time. 1 1. The summer sun is like a big stove, roasting the earth, even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move.

12. Buffalo hid in the pond for a long time, and its whole body was buried in the water, only one head was exposed to breathe. Early summer is beautiful, which is another kind of beauty different from sunny spring.

If the beauty of spring is in full bloom, then the beauty of early summer is in full bloom. What word should be used to sum up the scenery in early summer? "Green, fat, red and thin"? No, it's about flowers in late spring; "Deep green, thin red"-this is the difference! "Green" and "dark" describe the density of green; "Red" and "thin" show that the youth is fading, but it is not unique.

Where is it? I looked everywhere. Ah, I found it. Aren't there some small red flowers in the wild rose bushes by the ditch? However, red is very pale and almost lonely, especially against the thick green around it, which is even more "the flowers are late". Look at green again, but it is layered, endless, green, green, green, green, green, as if the whole sky has been dyed green.

In the early summer of Chen Yifan, the wheat in the field unconsciously changed from cyan to yellow, and changed into a face of vilen. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo calls from time to time, telling us that "spring has passed" but the season of early summer and April.

Shen Congwen's Disappointment Spring has gone with the fallen flowers, and summer is covered with green leaves jumping in the warm wind. ..... The leaves of poplar trees in the street are moving with a layer of green light in the sun, and a layer of white gas like fog hangs around the blue sky upstairs; This layer of green light and white gas makes people feel very happy, but it is a bit dry.

Lao She's "Two Horses" In the early summer morning, Tung Chung Village was shrouded in a thin mist. The sun didn't come out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River was wet and cool.

Kapok is in bloom, peach blossom is in bloom, snow bean curd and cauliflower of various colors are in bloom. The flat fields outside Tung Chung Village, the soft rice seedlings that are about to drip, and the green banana leaves swaying in the wind are doing business. Chen Canyun's "Four Seasons Fragrance" is shaded by trees, and the fields are endless grape stands ... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are blooming: red, purple, pink and yellow, like beautiful spots embroidered on a green carpet; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and struggling to fly around ... Before we traveled in summer, we parted for a year, a month, and then a day.

Nothing can change, stop or rush time. It finally brings the solstice of June and summer and the beginning of our journey. Now we turn to the west.

We will leave Maine and Baishan, which are full of forests, behind with their old-fashioned elegance. We are crossing the northern part of Vermont, and rice eaters jump from the sandy lawn dotted with Jin Fenghua and wild swallows in the sun.

Early summer sap flows around us, among weeds and herbs, among bushes and tall trees. The juice passes through tens of thousands of miles of tiny channels around leaves and stems.

In our imagination, we try our best to imagine what a big lake and what a great river all this will create. The cultivated land has been plowed.

2. Sentences describing summer mornings

1. The blue sky in the morning is like a sapphire that has just been washed by clear water. The sun, like fire, pours out a rosy glow. Snow-white clouds, like a happy running child, like a group of frogs walking around with the frog prince, and like a dragonfly standing on the lotus leaf, are really strange and changeable.

Although it is only early summer, its color is not inferior to yellow in autumn, white in winter and green in spring. This is an oil painting with mixed colors. Birds sing loudly at this time. Early summer morning, everything is doing morning exercises. Take advantage of this year's good opportunity to start a new day with enthusiasm, and a good mood will always accompany you.

The branches in the distance are swaying slightly, making a rustling sound, and there are some small pearls on the green leaves of the grass. The little turtle also stretched out its little head and lay on the beach, and began to "close its eyes", just like a living fairy, accepting the baptism of the first sunshine. People think that Xiu Xiu, who is dying, miraculously raised his head ... This morning is full of vitality.

4, go, go to the beautiful world, open a layer of mist, you will hear the crisp and pleasant singing, this is the masterpiece of thrush; Looking down, the flowers are smiling and welcoming all the beautiful things; Looking up, white clouds set off the blue sky, and several birds and tall trees painted a beautiful picture of a beautiful life. It is like a meat cleaver thrown by nature, painted with a soft brush, and everything is so vivid and lifelike.

5. The sun above his head is fiery red, like half a red-hot iron ball and half a ripe orange, so the grass on the ground is brightly illuminated by the sun, and the dew on it exudes a dazzling aura, red, green and purple. ...

6. The sun finally showed its face and the birds sang more happily. Perhaps, the sun was shy because of such a warm welcome and hid behind the tall building with a red face. Instead of arrogantly emitting dazzling light, it blushed and slowly walked from the tall building to the sky step by step. When it is still in the air, it rises slowly and leisurely, as if enjoying the refreshing scenery on the ground from a height. Its face no longer blushes, but slowly glows with gold! At this moment, everything is full of vitality. The ripples on the river reflect thousands of tiny golden lights.

Looking eastward, a Xia Hong connects heaven and earth. Slowly, the sun smiled. The sun is very red, like a fire, and has not been irradiated by the sun. It seems to be very hot and roasted.

Looking eastward, a Xia Hong connects heaven and earth. Slowly, the sun smiled. The flowers on the windowsill seem to have received the signal, scrambling to open, so bright and dazzling, and even more lovable under the reflection of the rising red sun; The grass on the roadside is hung with crystal dew, which looks clean and bright; Many shops on the street put up colorful umbrellas in front of the door early, which is a beautiful landscape!

3. Poems about falling asleep in the early morning in summer

One summer morning.

One summer morning, the sun shone directly on her back, refracted to the ceiling and wardrobe, and finally hit her tearful face. She didn't open her eyes.

She is a very ordinary girl. Like many people, I like sleeping and dreaming. However, she almost never clearly remembers her dreams. Many mornings, the sun gently covered her lazy body, and she gradually woke up, but at the same time, her sober consciousness was erased bit by bit, the memory of yesterday's dream. Even if there is, it won't take long to disappear without a trace. Her friend told her that it was only a manifestation of deep sleep, but she was still depressed. Listening to others talking about their dreams vividly, she could only stare at the front without saying a word.

Just like the sheet metal family in Root Bird who stopped dreaming after 18 years old, the word "dream" troubled her all her life. She won't be woken up by a hole at night like them, but after getting up every morning, she will always be flustered and fidgety. That feeling, day after day, year after year, gradually brought her to the brink of collapse.

"Bang-",she closed the door. Home is dead again, not without people, but with that familiar cold face. There is no doubt that parents are cold war again. She doesn't care, because she is used to it. Like an electronic system, she automatically blocked everything, went straight back to the bedroom and fell down.

"Hua-"is the sound of things breaking. She forced herself not to listen, forced herself not to think and forced herself to fall asleep. Luckily, she fell asleep soon. Maybe she was too tired, or something complicated forced her to do so. As everyone knows, tears have quietly crossed her face.

"Baby, what are you waiting for? Come here! " It's mom's gentle voice. At present, it is a familiar big bed and a loving father. She climbed into bed in a daze and got a warm hug, which lasted for a long time. That day, her parents led her through the shabby old house, counting the traces of her childhood: yellow letters on the wall, a creaking bed with only one board left in the room, rolls of paper covered with cobwebs in the bathroom, withered potted plants on the balcony ... They talked, laughed and recalled. The same rainbow with only four colors appeared on the horizon as before.

Suddenly, she felt her body warm and seemed to melt: it was sunshine. However, all the pictures are so clear that there is no escape-parents' smiles, warm hugs, shabby old houses ... are they memories of dreams?

She opened her eyes and her mouth was gently stirred by something.

That summer morning, it was all over and everything began.

4. Describe summer of beijing's ancient poems in the morning.

Xia Yi, by Su Shunqin.

Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cool all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.

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

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Su Shunqin's poem "Summer Meaning" can express a quiet and secluded feeling in the heat of midsummer.

"Farewell hospital is deep in summer, Xia Ming": the word summer indicates the festival, and the words "Farewell hospital", "deep" and "bright" go deeper and deeper, forming a quiet atmosphere from the beginning. The other yard is the small yard next to the main yard. Deep, it is said that this small courtyard is deep in the house, deep in the courtyard, with a winding path leading to a secluded place. In this extremely quiet environment, some people have a bamboo mat. Han Yu's poem "The Gift of Zheng Qun" once described the bamboo mat as "eight feet of wind blowing" and "a clear blow when in doubt". "Summer mat is clear", which means that although it is midsummer, bamboo mats are cold in the depths of the yard. Deep is overlapping, deep and clear, with similar vowels and clear sound quality. This gives people a cool and profound feeling not only from the image of words, but also from the image of music.

"Pomegranate Blossoms Separated the Curtain": The word "curtain" is passed down, and the porch spreads the Mingxia mat. The poet lay on it and looked out, only seeing the pomegranate in full bloom, showing its bright charm through the curtain. Han Yu once said, "Liu Hua will shine brilliantly in May" ("Liu Hua"), but the second sentence changed its meaning, but added a heavy curtain. Looking at pomegranate through the curtain, although the bonus is like fire, it is not harsh.

Tao Yuanming has a saying: "Love the forest in front of the hall, and store shade in midsummer" (The Book of the Republic of China). The third sentence of this poem is translated from Tao's poem, which says that although it is noon in midsummer, the yard is still clear, gloomy and cool. This sentence contrasts with the previous one. As you can imagine from the "shade everywhere", trees have become forests, not trees, but shade, which makes the yard cool and quiet.

What does the poet do in this quiet environment? It turned out that he had been comforted by the clear scenery in the yard. Although it was noon under the scorching sun, he was fast asleep. When he was "dreaming", he could only hear the crisp rhyme of one or two songbirds coming from the depths of the garden from time to time. It is the sound of warblers rather than orioles, which can not only see the shade of trees, but also reflect the deep tranquility of this small courtyard with the sound of whispering in silence. Tonggong Mountain is more secluded. According to Wang Ji's poem "If you enter Ye Xi" in the Southern Dynasties, Wang Wei's "Wu Xinyi" says: "The birds are surprised when the moon rises, and the spring water rings when the moon rises." The artistic conception of the last sentence is similar to that of two poems.