Summer English Poetry (Summer English Poetry)

1. An English poem about "Summer" 1, "Summer is coming, Grant, I may" (please allow me to be your summer) Emily Dickinson is coming, Grant, I may. When summer flies! When the nighthawk sings, your music remains the same. And orioles-done! For your blooming, I will jump over the grave. Arrange my flowers! Please collect for me-anemone-your flowers-forever! Please allow me to be your summer, when the summer is over! Please allow me to be your music, when the nightingale and the oriole gather their voices! Please allow me to bloom for you. I will walk through the cemetery and scatter my flowers everywhere! Please choose me-anemone-your flower-will always be open for you! 2. Shakespeare's Sonnets 18 (Shakespeare's Sonnets) william shakespeare (william shakespeare) Can I compare them to summer? You are more lovely and gentler: the wind shakes the lovely buds in May, and the lease in summer is too short: sometimes the eyes in the sky are too hot, and his golden face often darkens; Occasionally, or natural changes, any beautiful thing will decline; But your eternal summer will not die, nor will you lose the beauty you have; Death will not boast that you wander in his shadow, when you grow up in eternal poetry; As long as human beings can breathe and see, this will exist. It gives them life. Can I compare you to summer? Although you are cuter and gentler than summer: the strong wind will make five Moonracer buds disappear, and the time that summer has is fleeting; Sometimes the eyes of the giant eye in the sky are too hot, and its golden skin color is often blocked; And Qian Fang Wan Yan will eventually wither and wither, stripped of beauty by the changes of fate and heaven; But your eternal summer will never end, and the beauty you have will never disappear. Death will never boast that you are wandering in the shadow of death. When you live forever in immortal poems, as long as human beings exist or people have eyes, my poems will spread and give you life.

3, "Summer for you, I wish I were" (I wish I were your summer) Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson) When summer flies! When the nighthawk sings, your music remains the same. And orioles-it's over! For your blooming, I will jump over the grave. Line up my flowers! Please collect for me-anemone-your flowers-forever! When summer flies, I hope I am your summer; When nightingale and oriole are gone, my music still haunts you. For your blooming, I even fled the cemetery, let my flowers bloom in rows and hug you! Please take it off! Anemones are everywhere, and your flowers will always belong to you! 4, "Summer" frank asch (Frank Ash) When it is hot, I took off my shoes. I took off my shirt. I take off my pants. I take off my underwear. I take it off all over. Throw it into the river. When the weather is hot, I will throw away my shoes, shirts, pants and underwear. I took off all my clothes and jumped into the river.

5, "Harvest House" Arthur Gitman (Arthur Gitman) The maple leaves shine among the spruces, the bursting fox grapes spill fruit, and the gentian trees lift the sapphire tassels. On the golden road, the hobbled groundhog filled their cages. Deer rats ran, chipmunks ran and squirrels ran, and they never stopped, because all they heard was the sound of apples falling. Walnuts are getting fuller and fuller; Bees have crushed the purple aster-yes, your honey in the hive, little Hummer, and the Woods are waving, "Farewell to summer." Maple leaves sway among spruces, the juice of grapes almost overflows, and gentian shakes their sapphire heads. On the road covered with gold, the groundhog who swaggered by filled their baskets with food, the deer ran around, the chipmunks jumped around, and the little squirrels were in a hurry and never stopped, because their ears were filled with the sound of apples falling, walnuts falling faster and faster, and bees gently pressed on the purple chrysanthemums-go ahead, collect your honey, little bees, and the forest seemed to wave, "Goodbye!

2. The song about "For your summer, if I can be your summer, when summer flies! When summer flies, but I can't see your music, when the wind blows, I still want to be the music in your ear! And orioles-done! When the nightingale and the oriole sang and bloomed for you, I jumped over the grave for you, and I jumped out of the cemetery! If I can be your summer, please allow me to be your summer.

In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush. The shiny Hollyleaf and the leafy old elm trees cover people with a thick shade. In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush, the leaves of holly are shining, and the old elm trees are flourishing, giving people a thick shade. It's so hot that it seems that a little spark can cause an explosion. It's so hot that it seems that a spark will cause an explosion.

The sun in summer is like a big story, baking the earth so hot that even the air is hot that people are moved to sweat. The sun in summer is like a big stove, roasting the earth, even the air is hot, and people sweat when they move. Early in the morning, the cicadas upstairs shouted and told people that another hot day had begun. Early in the morning, cicadas cried loudly to tell people that another hot day had begun.

The summer sun is like a big fireball, so hot that people have nowhere to hide. The summer sun is like a big fireball, so hot that people have nowhere to hide. Climb the rugged mountain and look at the grass on the mountain. It seems that there is no gold in the grass, only a piece of green. Oh, summer is green. Climbing up the rugged hillside, I saw the green grass all over the mountain, as if there was no gold on the grass there, only green.

Oh, summer is green. The sun is shining, the earth is like a steamer, and it is so hot that people can't breathe. The scorching sun is like fire, and the earth is like a steamer, which makes people breathless.

Buffalo has been hiding in the pond for a long time, and its whole body is buried in the water, only one head is exposed in the water. Buffalo has been hiding in the pond for a long time, and its whole body is buried in the water, with only one head exposed to the water to breathe. He Fushui in summer is swaying in the breeze. Lotus flowers in summer float on the water and sway in the breeze.

In the summer of July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky, the sun is baking the earth, and the river is hot enough to make the ground smoke. In the midsummer of 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.

3. English poem about summer 1, Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)-"Seeing the Woods at Dawn in Jingci Temple" After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

Finally, the West Lake in June is different from other unique scenes. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are of different colors. Lotus leaves are all over the lake, and the green lotus leaves are endless, extending to the distance where water and sky are the same. Under the sunlight, the lotus looks granular and bright red. The Xizi Lake in June is really special and beautiful, which is very different from other seasons.

The green lotus leaves are endless, the red sun and lotus flowers set each other off, and the color is particularly bright and charming red. 2. Fan Chengda (Song Dynasty)-"Xi Qing" in the window, plums are ripe, and bamboo shoots grow under the wall.

When the window is ripe, bamboo shoots grow under the wall. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. The drizzle doesn't know spring, but the sunny day before late summer. The plums in front of the window are ripe, and the bamboo shoots under the corner have grown into forests.

It has been raining all day, and I don't know that spring has passed. It turned out to be late summer and the sun was shining. 3, Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty)-"Xiaochi" Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.

Spring eyes cherish the river silently, and the shade shines on the water, loving sunshine and softness. Xiao He just showed its sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it. Just as the sharp corner of the tender lotus leaf emerged from the water, the dragon had already landed on it. Spring is silent because it can't stand the thin water, and the shade reflects the water because it likes sunny days and the softness of the wind.

The delicate little lotus leaf just emerged from the water with a sharp corner, and a naughty little dragonfly had already stood on it. 4. Su Shi (Song)-"Two rains drink Chu Qing on the lake. The second part is "the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy."

The water in the West Lake is sparkling in the sun. It looks beautiful, rainy and empty. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake to the West Lake. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beautiful beauty, it is always attractive whether it is lightly dressed or heavily dressed. On a sunny day, the West Lake is rippling with blue waves and shining in the sun, which is beautiful.

When it rains, the distant mountains are shrouded in misty rain, and their eyes are confused. The hazy scenery is also beautiful. If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a beauty, then whether it is light makeup or heavy makeup, it can always set off her natural beauty and charming charm.

5, Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)-"Summer Night Sigh" Hao Tian is a musician from Kazuki Watanabe, Maolin Yan Shuguang. Haotian is in China every month. Maolin invited Huo Guang. Summer is short and bitter, and the porch is cool.

Midsummer bitter night is short, and you can enjoy the cool in triumph. The bright moon rises in the sky and the scattered moonlight is reflected in the forest. Midsummer night is too short. Open the window and enjoy the cool.

4. English translation of ancient poems describing summer &; English poem describing summer (1) Wang Wei, a farmhouse by the Wei River, the sun sets, and cattle and sheep go home along the path.

A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.

The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

Wang Wei has a farmhouse by the Weihe River where the sun shines obliquely. Cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rough old man in a thatched door leans on a crutch and thinks about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. . No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, Oh, back! (2) Meng Haoran, in summer, the south pavilion is full of thoughts, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.

I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. 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.

In summer, I think about it in Nanting, the mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east. I let go of my hair, enjoyed the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down calmly. The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of dew drops from bamboo leaves. . I will pick up my lute and play, but, alas, who here will understand? So I think of you, old friend, you are the bane of my midnight dream! (3) It is often built in a Buddhist retreat behind the Broken Mountain Temple. On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine shines on the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were silenced by the breath of church bells. In the clear morning, near the ancient temple, the early morning sun shone on the treetops, and my road wound through a valley covered by branches and flowers to a Buddhist temple. Here, birds are active because of the mountain light, Mantu's mind is calm in the pond, and the thoughtful voice is quiet because of the breath of the temple bell. (4) Li Bai, Four Seasons Ballad: In summer, on the Jinghu Lake, which stretches for several miles, lotus flowers are in full bloom.

Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious. Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

Li Bai's Four Seasons Song: The summer of Jinghu Lake stretches for miles, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Five Lunatone, ourtenant gathering, watching by the fishing leaf stream. Without waiting for the moon to rise, her boat returned to yoyal's house with an affectionate sigh. .

5. Write an ancient poem describing summer in English. Four sentences can be your summer.

If I can be your summer,

When summer flies!

When summer is gone,

Your music is still the same, when Whipwell,

I still keep your music in my ear!

And orioles-done!

When the nightingale and the oriole finished singing,

For your bloom, I will jump over the grave,

Bloom for you, I jump out of that cemetery!

From:

May I be your summer.

If I can be your summer

-Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

6. English poems describing summer rhyme in English original.

You said you liked the rain,

But when it rains, you will open your umbrella.

You say you love the sun,

But when the sun shines, you will find a shadow point.

You said you like the wind,

But when it's windy, you close the window.

This is why I am afraid;

You said you loved me, too.

Universal translation version

You said you liked the rain,

But when it rains, you take an umbrella;

You said you like sunshine,

But when the sun shines,

But you hide in the shade;

You said you like the wind,

But when the breeze blows,

You closed the window.

I'm afraid you love me too much.

Literary edition

You said that the misty rain was slightly covered, and the Lanting looked far away;

Later, I took care of my dance and covered my clothes deeply.

You said that the spring is bright and the green sleeves are red;

Later, I built the West Building and stood quietly beside the Qing Dynasty.

You say that the soft wind blows gently, and you are drunk;

Later, the doors and windows were closed and the account was in ruins.

You said that the family is gentle, and so hard to forget is the other side;

I rolled my eyes slightly and turned to first frost.

Book of Songs Edition

The son said that he was eager for rain and opened his umbrella to avoid it.

A son speaks positively, but refuses to look for shade.

Like the wind, I left home.

I'm afraid my son will grow old together.

Li Sao version

You are happy to rain, open your umbrella.

You are happy during the day, and the forest covers the sun.

Jun Le sealed Xi's account,

You are happy, I am happy, and I am hungry.

Five-character poem book

Love rain with an umbrella, but love the sun with a shadow.

The wind came to cover the window leaves, and I surprised the dragon king.

A speech is short, but lovesickness is long.

Mr. Lang said that he loved me and dared not think about it.

Seven-character quatrain edition

The misty umbrella moves lightly, hoping that the sun will come to the bottom of the tree.

When the wind blows against the window, Fu Jun always hesitates.

Seven-tone final edition

It is rainy in March in Jiangnan, and the umbrella is lightly fragrant.

Send a little tipsy as a dream every day, and lean on the thick green to enjoy the cool.

Suddenly, I heard the wind coming to Zhuge, frowning moths and locking the blue window.

You can't understand a piece of acacia, and Jinchi is afraid of parting Yuanyang.

7. Ask for English poems about summer. Color.

What is pink? Roses are pink. What is pink?

On the edge of the fountain. The rose beside the fountain is pink.

What is red? Red poppy What is bright red?

On its barley bed. Poppies in barley fields are bright red.

What is blue? The sky is blue. What is blue? The sky is blue,

Where the clouds drift.

What is white? Swan is white. What is white?

Sail in the light A swan swimming in the sun is white.

What is yellow? Pears are yellow. What is yellow? Pears are yellow,

Rich, mature and mellow. Ripe and juicy.

What is green? The grass is green, what is green? The grass is green,

There are small flowers in the middle. Small flowers are mixed in it.

What is a violet? Clouds are purple. What is purple? In the summer sunset

In the summer dusk. Caixia is purple.

What is orange? Why, an orange, what is an orange? Of course!

Just one orange! Oranges are orange

Author C.G. Luo Saidi

I remember, I remember.

My father's spirit;

The smell of grassland flowers,

The feeling of the wind blowing on their faces;

I remember, I remember.

My mother's soul.

A bee is buzzing among the flowers.

It's music to them.

I looked into the wilderness.

My heart is full of joy,

I drink the dew on the leaves.

My spirit becomes sweet;

The earth lies in the sun dreaming.

When I sat down to meditate,

The sun died blazing in the west.

The long summer is over.

8. English poems or articles about summer mean that summer is the second season of the year. It is between spring and autumn. The sun is the hottest in summer; The water in summer is the warmest; The places of interest in summer are the most crowded in the world.

First of all, summer is students' favorite season, because their longest holiday in a year is in summer. Many of them try to enrich their social and healthy life by taking part in some interesting outdoor activities, including camping with friends and family, going to the beach or swimming in public swimming pools, traveling and sightseeing in local and national areas. However, some of them try to make full use of their holidays to gain work experience in summer. Other students may go to summer school to improve their academic performance.

Secondly, summer is a pleasant season for all kinds of cool foods and juicy fruits. Ice cream is our favorite dessert all the time. Yes, I like ice cream so much that I eat it almost every day in summer. There are many fresh fruits to sell everywhere. Watermelon is proudly rated as the most demanding fruit in the season. There is a great demand for all kinds of iced drinks in summer.

Third, summer is the peak season of fashion. You will see many beautiful women with sexy curves in your community, on the beach, in shopping malls and anywhere in your eyes. Ha ha. _: All my girlfriends and I like to wear as little as possible in summer. I like to wear shorts and a T-shirt all the time. Don't forget to wear sunglasses and sunscreen before you go out.

In a word, I like summer very much! You should practice your English from now on. As a boy of 15 years old, I am very willing to use every opportunity I meet to practice my English. Last but not least, I'm glad to help you with this work. I learned a lot!

9. I found two articles about english introduction in summer vacation, English poetry and summer vacation plan.

& gt the taste of summer:

The wind is flowing at my feet.

Makes me long for the taste of summer.

I seriously love your smile.

When autumn comes, the leaves are falling

No one can know my sadness.

Without you, I think I have nothing.

The wind blew into my clothes.

My bag is full of loneliness.

I like your smell very much

It bothers me to miss you

I think you know the taste of summer.

I'll never forget that smell.

Please give me the clearest signal.

Then I'll go and leave you alone.

Holding you is more useful

I will never forget your kindness.

The mat was wet with my tears, and I endured the pain

Loneliness at night

You are in the castle and I live in the dungeon.

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Joyce kilmer Tree

Juye kilmer

I don't think I'll see it again

A lovely poem like a tree.

A tree, its hungry mouth is open

Embrace the sweet breasts of the earth again;

A tree that looks at God all day,

Raise her leafy arm to pry;

A tree that may wither in summer.

A nest of robins in her hair;

Whose chest does the snow lie on?

He lives close to the rain.

Only a fool like me can write poetry,

But only God can build a tree.