Poetry is a literary genre that expresses feelings and aspirations. It is a literary genre that uses highly condensed language, vividly and imaginatively expresses the author's rich emotions, concentrates on reflecting social life and has a certain rhythm and rhyme. The following is my compilation of poems about summer (selected 25), welcome to share.
Waiting for you in the summer
Dreams can't always come full circle
Not to mention that the moon has its share of defects
But it's too hard for our dreams to come full circle
Reunited
It's been a decade since I've met again
Waiting for you in the summer
In middle age, it seems as though I'm back in my youth
I've been waiting for you in the summer, but it's not as if I'm not there anymore.
It's as if I've returned to the first love of my youth
Like the monotonous chirping of cicadas
I've thought about a phrase many times
I'm choking on words when I see you
Walking with you by the lake
My heart is like the surface of the water wrinkled by the wind
My intertwined gazes have read all the meanings of the word
No need to search for the past
Or to sigh for the past
I don't know what I've been thinking about.
And don't sigh and complain
What spring doesn't come with a lingering winter
What summer doesn't come with a rainy day
The bitterness of maturity produces sweetness
There is someone worth thinking about
And that's a happy emotion
Shake hands gently
And say goodbye to each other
In the time between you and me, I'm sure that we'll be together again.
In your heart and mine
Store a field of affection
Though we will never be together
But the summer sun
Still shines brightly here
Summer Poetry 2
Summer Nights
Summer Nights
Yang Xuan
The sun is setting, and the sun is setting.
The afterglow of the setting sun drags away
The last red
The earth is clothed in the veil of the night
The stars
Adorned with the bright moon
The bright moonlight lights up the fireflies
Cicadas are incessant
Frogs sing
The earth is beginning to fall into a dream
But Dong Po is still drinking the moonlight freely.
Chang'e is dancing alone
The human heart is throbbing
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Chen Chen
Stepping to the drum beat of jazz
Lifting up the fiery red dance skirt
Come on, come here
The robin sings in the evening, and the moon hangs high
Come on
Rolling with the winds and waves of the summer night
The lamps on the lake side.
The lake is lit up
The lotus blossoms
Blossoms
The trees are dappled with shadows in the middle of the night
Come on
Clad in the starry sky
Don't be afraid of the magpies and the birds
Your souls soar
Fly
To the beat of jazz
Lift up your red dance skirts
And you can see that you can see that you've never seen anything like this before
You can see that you've never seen anything like this before. dance skirt
Come, come here
Summer Poetry 3Summer
Pu Yaoyu
A light, soft wind
Sent away the lively swallows
Wisps of sunshine
Welcomed the youthful summer
Look at the
Corner of the wall
Vines in the corner
White lotus in the pond
Stretching upward
The rain washes away the city
But it doesn't wash away the hurried people
In the whirling forests
How many people join hands
On the muddy paths
How many people fall down and rise up again
Is it the pedestrians' struggle that makes the summer burn
Or is it the summer that is the most important thing?
Or is it the passion of summer that makes the earth beautiful
Summer Poetry 4Summer Night
Zhu Xinyi
Wandering alone on the path
Watching the silver light through the bamboo forest
Leaving a trail
The phantom of the night
The stars are on the dark cloth
.The summer night sky
Is not alone
The frogs are auditioning their throats
The dragonflies are rising and falling
Stirring up the silence of the pond
I was going to pick up
The moon that had fallen into the pond
But who would have thought
That it would be shattered at the first touch
And the world is still silent
I'm still wandering
I'm still wandering. I'm still wandering
Alone
Summer Poetry 5Summer's Hymn
Li Jie
Walking through the thick woods
The wild chrysanthemums greeted me
Cicadas chirping
Conveyed summer's message
Passed by the dappled fields
Wearing a fresh breeze
The sunlight flows around me
I've seen the lightness of summer
Standing in the dilapidated hedgerow
Thinking of the lotus ponds in the fields
From the cracks of my fingers I see
The time that has slipped away
Summer Poetry 6
Summer Sense
I'm not sure what to say.
Rong Jianqi
The morning sun shatters the dream
It brings back the pain of the heat
I don't feel awake
Cicadas are chattering
Loneliness hangs all over the night
Frogs cry out the tears
Eyes are closed
The light wind blows me to sleep
The pouring rain
It's a flurry of rain
And it's finally a flake
The heat is gone
The leaves have fallen to the ground
But the heart hasn't left the season
Summer Poetry 7Summer Nights in the Countryside
Tianlong
The Ink Sky
The Moon Hangs Alone
A Pond of Green Stones
The Still Water
reflects the beauty of the sky, the light of the moon.
Reflecting the exiled lotus
The dark woods
Drifting out the whispering of insects
Empty and far away
The wind, drifting in the night
The night, silent in the wind
The people, sleeping peacefully in the night
Poetry in summer8Summer Night
Wang Yitao
Gradually, gradually
The cold moon replaces the scorching sun
The crickets replace the chirping of the cicadas
But it doesn't replace the peace in my heart
I long for
I long for the figure that will appear
Even for a moment
Sweat soaked my shirt
My eyebrows knit into a frown
She is a woman who has never returned.
She's gone for good
Leaving behind a long, silent sigh in the wind
At this point
Only the moon is the only solution
The frogs' voices carry the message
Summer Poetry 9Summer Nights in the Countryside
Zhao Shueyi
Ink on the night sky
The stars are bright and dim
The fireflies fly in the flickering waves
The stars are bright and dim
The fireflies fly in the flickering waves. strong>
I sit so close to the sun
So close I can hear the fall, I can hear the dogwood flowers and the breakers
Shivering coolness in the soil
Summer's gone
Falling leaves touching falling leaves, the wind sounding
Chirping touches the chirping
Summer's gone, the sky, half facing south, half North
Fruit, half east, half west
Birch, half pale yellow, half emerald green
August, half summer, half fall
Summer is gone
I am in the least poetic place
Building a rainbow out of its atmosphere, its water, and its soil
Let lines describing autumn, line by line, fly back to the homeland
Let lines describing autumn, line by line, fly back to the homeland
Let lines describing autumn, line by line, fly back to the homeland
Let lines describing autumn, line by line, fly back to the homeland
Let the colorful clouds that dot the dusk drift back home, one by one
Summer is gone, and love turns back so violently that I realize
That it was a joy that I met and am unlikely to ever meet again
Summer is gone
If I had a reverence for what I didn't write
If I had a respect for the things I loathe and like Cannot be a double standard for describing the ideal and the real
Can be a burden to lighten your sympathy and pity
I would hold my fiery red sorrows high
The summer's gone
And I look toward where it wants to go
O coolness of the gusts
Let's not disturb it any longer with your unfortunate cries and laughs
It's just like you, it's just gone to where it always goes
It's not its fault
Summer Poetry 11Summer's Feeling
Luo Shimin
The red sunshine drives away the haze
The golden light reflects everything
The wind sends warmth to the world
The fragrance of the greenery overflows all over the place
The hot sun is not afraid of me
The sun is not afraid of you
The sun is not afraid of you
The sun is not afraid of you
The sun is not afraid of you
The green power grows wildly
The beauty of tomorrow
Little by little
Birthed this evening
Summer Poetry 12Summer
Ning Zihao
The sunrise is bathing the face
That's a mother's touch
The midday sun glow
That's the passion that surges in the heart
The twilight light echoes
That's the love that blooms in the lotus pond
Summer Poetry 13Summer
Qin Nan
The warmth of a hand brushed my face
I opened my eyes one day of a certain year
And saw
I realized that summer had come
It was the dust from the morning sun
that fluttered in the haze
It was the specks of light reflecting on the ground through the trees
that glistened in my eyes
It was the smell of the earth after the rain had gone by
that hung heavy in the air
I reached out my hand
But it went through my fingers and I saw that the sun was shining.
It slipped through my fingertips
Along with the petunias that flourish in the alleys
With the sound of bells ringing
I closed my eyes
It fell through my eyelashes
Along with the gardenia in front of the tiled house
On one of those afternoons full of warm sunshine
It was the naughty children who couldn't get enough of it in the courtyard
It was the naughty children who couldn't grow up
It was the naughty children who didn't grow up
In the courtyard
It was the naughty children who didn't grow up
In the courtyard
I don't know where
The leisurely spot of light wet by the rain
When will it come back
I had a warm . Dream
In the dream I turned into a speck of dust
A speck of light A delicate flower
And so summer filled my life
Summer Poetry 14Summer
Han Yuting
Sending the last butterfly on the hibiscus flower away
You are here
Early in the morning, the morning light was bright
You woke me up with a tiny ray of sunshine
At noon, the rain was pouring down
You sat with me in front of the eaves of the house and watched the lightning flash and thunder roar
In the evening, the color of the sky was bright and clear
We listened to the cicadas chirping together under the starry sky.
That time
We were together
Summer Poetry 15The Old Pond
Ming Ziyi
Silently I approached the old pond
The summer wind blew on my face
And then drifted over my ears
A touch of scarlet lit up my world.
The lotus flower
opens quietly
sways gently
and brings a fragrance
The moon in the sky is still young
She stands quietly in the middle of the old pond
and delicately stretches her pink neck
The summer sun lingers beside her
and all is quiet and peaceful
The withered leaves and stones emit a cool, fresh color. The dead leaves and the stones are so cold
But she has become more and more resilient
The water is rippling
Reflecting her jade face
She walks silently across the old pond
The summer wind is blowing on her face
And then it floats past her ears
A touch of scarlet has lit up my world
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Summer
The summer is the most beautiful day in the world. strong> Summer
Ching-ho-yang
A quiet summer day
Waking up from the crisp and loud chirping
A few birds
Lazily enjoying the scenery under the ginkgo biloba leaves
Cicadas singing an original concerto
Sleeping on the bench in the shade of the trees
Stretching comfortably
The red sun is fond of the lotus pond
The cool breeze caresses
The lotus flower is refreshed
The frog on the leaf
Tells of the beauty of summer
The night is deep
The summer still wakes up
Lovingly looks at the sleepy face of the earth
Poems of Summer 17< strong> Summer of Life
Chen Jie
Early in the morning
The eastern horizon
Reveals a red glow
The sunrise --
Leaps up
Hopefully
Croaks into the ground
Mid-day
The sun is high in the sky
Beads of sweat drip down
Soaking into the parched earth
Strength-filled hands
Swinging the hoeing tools
Dusk
The setting sun slowly
Lone rushes swept past the colorful clouds in the sky
The remaining rays of sunshine were rays of light
The rickety back was weeping
At night
The stars were twinkling
The summer bugs were chirping
The swaying sleeping chairs were gradually falling asleep
The moment the bushel fan landed on the ground
The lamps were extinguished
The labor room of a neighboring family
sounded the familiar sound of a familiar voice, the sound of an old man's hand. p>
A familiar cry rings out
Summer Poetry 18Summer Nights
Deng Xinlan
Quiet, quiet
A midsummer's night that's still and relaxed
Serenity seeps into every nook and cranny
The night cat flutters its wings
Crossing over the window
On the bedsheet The daisies in full bloom
Lift up
A maiden's lithe body
And candy-colored dreams
A little glow
Strokes over the fluffy dandelions
The umbrella-like seeds
Swinging, swinging, swinging
And going to faraway places
The melodious flute flies in
And note by note
Floats away
In the night.
Floating with the colors of the rainbow
And with whose song
Waning, romantic and melodious
Quiet, quiet
And the cool midsummer night
A piece of who's dream is diffused
Summer Poetry 19Summer
Yi Kexin
You
Wearing a sunny saree
Willow branches with long flowing hair
Smiling and embracing with pedestrians
Cicadas and frogs
Presenting a welcoming wave
Hibiscus and lilies
Breaking out of their tender swaddling clothes
Fresh winds and waves
At your side Around you
Close your eyes and feel your scent
Fresh and beautiful
The dead cranes at the village head
Creaking and roaring
The birds outside the window
Complaining about how bad you are
And still you come right on time
Wearing a saree
With your long, flowing hair
People are in love with Your
Smile, Embrace
Summer Poetry 20Summer Morning
Wang Lanping
Early in the morning
Cicadas are blowing their horns
The heat waves are surging
Under the scorching sun
The trees that are standing still
are being steamed and emptied of thoughts
Just like me, I've been thinking about my life. p>
Just like me
Through the window
Putting the view in the distance
Summer Poetry 21Summer Night
Zhilin Ma
The summer night sows serenity
The fireflies signal to the moon
The stars sleepy-eyed
The ruffled lotus leaves spread out the bed
The field frogs
The field frogs
The field frogs
The field frogs
The field frogs
The frogs are talking
The lonely fish ripples
Waking up the frogs
Looking up at the moon
The wind laughs at the simplicity
This summer night
Peace and harmony cover the earth
Silence and freedom fill the sky
Summer Poetry 22Loneliness
The summer night
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Zhou Jinlong
The blazing sun lifts the golden waves of wheat
The hot wind shakes the banana's disheveledness
The summer heat hoarsens the robin's floral cadence
The stars shine brightly
Embellishing the desolation of the silent night
The moon pushes open the window
Squandering a field of silver frost
Loneliness
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Cicadas climb up the branches
After a sound dream
A long, low chirping sound
Taps on the dusty leaves
The moon pushes open the window
And the moon swills the silver frost on the ground
The lonely people
With their tears
They think about their old parents
A faraway hometown
A poem about the summer
It evokes the faintest stirring of the summer night
The wind-driven dust
drifts through the narrow gaps in the leaves
and embeds itself in the hot spots on the ground
The tiny particles
pulsate under the moonlight
Cicadas chirp in the dusty streams
After that delicate, cold chirping sound dissipates
into a wisp of light
The cicada is a cicada in the dusty streams. >
Turned into a wisp of wind
Swept over the bright stars in the dark night
And the bright eyes
But it was just a brief encounter in the treetops
That made a sweet midsummer night's dream
And this fleeting moment
Was like a falling meteor
That slowly fell into the splendor of the Milky Way
Summer's DreamXiao Xuanyu
You are a sweet dream
Swirling in the lake of my gentle heart
That quiet night when I met you
Farmers gossiping under the grapevines
Smiles flowed from their tanned faces
Cicadas sing and lotus flowers dance in the breeze
Summer, you are a sweet dream ......
Summer Poetry 25Summer Night Memories
Feng Qiqi
At night
I gently pushed open the window
The moon without stars
The moonlight flows through my heart
It takes me back to my hometown on summer nights
It's a place that's like a fairyland
It's sweet and fragrant
Dreamy violets
Vivid apples
Can't even begin to describe the beauty of the light
It's better than the Twenty-Four Bridges
It's the best place to be
I've ever been to.
It's better than the moonlight under the 24 bridges
The dense light of the water
The frogs playing and singing under the water lilies
The steamy vapor
The gentle breeze
The fragrance of the flowers
The green fireflies
The green poplars
The green smoke of the willows
It's like
The warmth of my heart. >
The warm sunshine in my heart
I look up
And let my memories float to the sky
Hoping that she will return on the wind
And turn into a sky full of stars
To keep the lonely moon company