A poem describing the coolness of a summer morning

Poems about the coolness of summer mornings 1. Summer cool seven-character poem

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. 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 discussing 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.

3. 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.

4. 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 all households came out and sat in cool places to talk about this and that, expressing their opinions 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, the swimming pool was crowded with people, only to hear the snoring, the hot sound, the sound of water, the sound of water and the 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.

5. 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!

6. Seven-character poems about cool summer.

There are many poems about cool summer, including 1, seven or eight stars outside the sky, and two or three points before the rain.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. 2, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be clear and soft.

The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head. The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and the 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. 4. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat.

5, the shade is quiet, and the solitary flower is better than spring. 6. Why does Natsume hate wheatgrass? Yin Yin is very cute.

7. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. 8. Hushan wins the middle, Weng Jiading, and the locust tree is inclined.

9. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. 10, the night heat is still hot in the afternoon, open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.

Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind. Houjia Avenue 1 1, cicada trees are green.

The lock is far away and the shutter door is cold. 12, an old man in rags, standing at the door of a thatched cottage, leaning on a crutch, thinking about his son, the shepherd boy.

Pheasant performance, sleeping silkworm, peeled mulberry leaves. 13, even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it is sunny before summer is deep.

14, the bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

15, in summer, the courtyard is deep and clear, and pomegranates bloom through the curtain. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

16, Hojo, Fu Tian, say hello. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .

17, April wind and sunny rain cleared up, and Nanshan was clear. 18, the red and purple have become dust, and the cuckoo sounds new in summer.

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? .

20. The wind blew me up the hill, and it was cool in June. 2 1, Yin Qi in early summer, cloudy and autumn.

22, the small pool retreats in summer, and the big tree cools early. 23. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the opening is cool.

24, spring pool water late, mixed with summer wood. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village.

25, although there is residual state, but prevent pulse worry. You cherish the season, and you feel fleeting.

26. The mountains and rivers open the exquisite houses, and the piano music is listed. People doubt the reward of white buildings, and the land is like bamboo forest Zen.

27. Come to chase the cool outside the willow and draw a bed in the south of the bridge. In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.

28. Deep in the city, it is still clear from spring to summer. The grass was drowned by the rain and finally got the love of God. The rain was sunny.

Climbing on the high shelf, overlooking the distance, the sky is high and the afterglow of the sunset passes through the window lattice. Birds' nests have been dried, and their bodies are light again.

-Li Shangyin's "Yat Sen" 29. The mountain light suddenly declines in the west, and the east rises slowly from the lake. 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. Thinking about Xin in Nanting in midsummer, Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran, 30. The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain is welcome.

The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate. -Shi Jianwu, "If Holland is Green after a Summer Rain" 3 1. The flowers on the beach are covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves on the stream are piled with green money.

No one has seen the young child with bamboo shoots. The young child in the sand sleeps next to his mother. -Du Fu's "Nine Songs and Seven Musts" 32. Sleeping for a long time without mercy, watching children catch willow flowers.

"Early Summer Nap" 33. The spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water. 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 Pond" 34. Warm wind on sunny days makes wheat fragrant and green grass wins flowers.