What are the seven rhymes describing "hot weather"?

The wind in changxiajiang village is getting clearer and clearer, and cockatoos have been generated.

Butterfly clothes bask in powder and dance, and cobwebs add silk corners.

The shadow of the moon is invited by the curtain, and the noise is empty, and the voice of Naxi is heard.

Time-honored scenic spots and temples are like frost and snow. I want to fish all my life.

Wangchuan accumulated rain

Title: Thousands of Poems by Wang Wei

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? ?

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion (Tang Gaopian)

The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Summer Drought and Bitter Heat by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling;

The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.

People are already afraid of the exhaustion of rivers and seas, even at the expense of the sky.

Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, enjoys the cool.

Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.

Under the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind gathers the lotus fragrance in the pool.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, chased the cold in summer nights;

Night heat is still the same as afternoon heat, open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.

Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes cool but windy.

Summer in Nanting —— On Xin by Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty;

The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared and the moon slowly rose on the lake in the east.

It's cool at night, open my window and lie 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.

Xia Yi by Su Shunqin, a poet in the Song Dynasty;

In summer, the courtyard is deep and pomegranate flowers are separated by curtains.

It's noon now, under the shade of trees all over the ground, when I dream of a warbler, I make a sound.

Lu You, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, lived in seclusion in early summer;

Lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's family, and the diameter of Sophora japonica trees is oblique to the shade.

Sometimes herons can be seen when the water is full, and frogs can be heard everywhere in the grass.

The dragon has turned into a bamboo shoot, and the wooden pen is still blooming.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * sleeps in afternoon European tea.