What are the poems about summer?

Summer poems include Summer in the Mountains, Summer in the Mountain Pavilion, Summer in the South Pavilion Huai Xin Da, Summer in the Car Cover Pavilion, and Summer in Three Poems.

1. Summer in the mountains

Poet: Li Bai (Tang Dynasty)

Lazy swinging the white feather fan, naked in the green forest.

Take off your towel and hang it on the stone wall, exposing the top to let in the pine breeze.

Interpretation:

Too lazy to shake the white feather fan to dispel the heat, so he stayed naked in the green woods.

Hang the turban on the stone wall and let the cool breeze among the pine trees blow over your head.

2. Summer in the Mountain Pavilion

Poet: Gao Pian? [Tang Dynasty]

The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses on the shelves fill the courtyard with incense.

Interpretation:

The green trees are lush and the summer is long, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtains were shaking, the breeze was blowing, and the shelves full of roses filled the courtyard with fragrance.

3. The South Pavilion is full of joy in summer

Poet: Meng Haoran? [Tang Dynasty]

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.

I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.

Interpretation:

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

Let your hair hang down to enjoy the coolness at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze brings the fragrance of lotus, and the dew dripping from the bamboo leaves makes a crisp sound.

I was about to take the piano and play it, but unfortunately I don’t have a close friend to appreciate it.

I lamented the good night, missed my old friends, and thought about them painfully in my dreams all night long.

4. Climb the car to cover the pavilion in summer

Poet: Cai Que? [Song Dynasty]

Paper screen, stone pillow and bamboo square bed, tired hands throwing books in the afternoon dream long.

When I woke up, I smiled alone, and several fishing flutes played in the waves. ?

Interpretation:

It is so cool to lie on the bamboo bed surrounded by paper screens and stones as pillows. My hands are tired from holding the scroll for a long time, so I throw the book aside and gradually fall into a long dream.

After waking up, I smiled alone and thought about the world in detail, and suddenly I heard a few clear fishing flutes whirling on the Canglang water.

5. Three Summer Poems·Part 1

Poet: Zhang Lei? [Song Dynasty]

The wind is clearing in the ruins of Changxia Village, and the eaves-toothed sparrows are gone generate.

The butterfly clothes are drying in the sun and the flower branches are dancing, and the cobwebs are added to the sky in the corner of the house.

The falling curtain invites the shadow of the moon, and the noisy empty pillow accepts the sound of the stream.

My long-spotted temples are like frost and snow, and I want to spend my life fishing and woodworking. ?

Interpretation:

The summer days are long and the wind in Jiangcun is beautiful. There are many small chaffinches perched on the eaves, and their wings have grown.

Butterflies spread their wings and rest on the flower branches at noon. In sunny weather, spiders leisurely weave webs in the corners of the house.

The moonlight shines on the sparse curtains, leaning on the pillow, listening to the sound of the gurgling stream.

My hair, which has been gray for a long time, is now as white as frost and snow. I have always wanted to live my life as a woodcutter or a fisherman!