Verses describing summer:
1.The force is exhausted without knowing the heat, but cherish the long summer days. （
2. I live deep in the city, but it is still clear in the spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: "Evening Sunshine")
3. The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not yet rested. (Xie Ling Yun: (tour Chishi into the sail sea))
4. Midsummer bitter night short, open the Xuan Nai cool. (Du Fu: "Sighs on a Summer Night")
5. The farmer is working in summer, and I dare to eat. (Dai Fugu: "The Great Heat")
6. (Li Ang: "Summer Couplets")
7. The residual clouds collect the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. (Cen Sen: "Water Pavilion to send Huayin Wang Shaofu back to the county")
8. Rain does not know that the spring is over, and a clear sky is the depth of summer. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")
10. The summer trees and sunshine are very beautiful. (Qin Guan: "March Obscurity Occasional Question")
Poems describing the sea:
1. The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time. Tang Qian Qi
3. Don't you see the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky and never returns to the sea? Tang Li Bai
4. The sea is dry and icy, and the clouds of sadness are gloomy. Tang Cen Sen
5. Don't you see the snowy seashore on the road of the horse river, and the yellowish sand in the sky.
6. The blue sea is misty, and the lonely sails are shining with white light!
The clear blue streams gush below, the golden sunshine above ...... (Russian) Lermontov's "Sails"
7. Ah the sea - how kind you are, how fraternal - the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is, the sea is. - (U.S.) Dickinson "Blue Sea"
8. The water is tantalizing, the mountains and islands towering.
The winds of autumn are bleak, and the waves are rising.
The sun and moon travel as if out of them; the stars and Han are brilliant as if out of them. Cao Cao's Guanyang Canghai
2. The sea and summer description of the text (summer prose)The sea
The sea, you and I are far away from each other, but I have been filled with endless desire for you since I can remember. Love, gratitude and respect are intertwined, and even dreaming of listening to your fascinating voice or exciting or calm.
You are unpredictable and temperamental.
You are sometimes like a sleeping baby, the breeze, your faint sound against the rocks, the gentle murmur even coaxed the fish, shrimp also no sound, quietly sleep. The moon shed light, you can not forget to play in your sleep, stretching legs, moving hands, will be stirred into the crystal flow of light into the fragments, let them flow in the heart.
You are sometimes like a galloping herd of horses, and with the thunder and lightning and torrential rain you roar, creating huge waves that rush inexorably away, drowning every object you encounter. You do not sleep, but you disturb the dreams of others as well.
You are sometimes like a deep, wise old man, you look calm, but flashing hale and hearty eyes, your hull and the friction out of the blue light is precisely the spark of wisdom and yearning for you to collide with the soul of the people. Your depths is a let a person dare not look directly at the deep blue, where hidden too much wisdom and vicissitudes, through the majesty, let a person and curious and awe. I do not know how many people trying to penetrate you, have long been in your deep and broad bosom sleep, you are still telling them your joys and sorrows? They would be proud to have had the honor of thinking with you.
Thank you for your embrace of all beings. You have nurtured life, and all beings are your children. You, motherly, loved and embraced them, and they justifiably played and squabbled on your bosom. Humans throw garbage and dump oil into you, and your face is getting dirty, but you are just silent. I know, you will also have a day of anger, but I hope that people can end their own sins before your anger.
The sea, I want to say, your greatness, your charm, your little bit I will always remember in my heart
Summer
Early in the morning, the cicadas screamed loudly, telling people another hot day began.
In the heat of summer, the birds hide somewhere; the grass hangs low; the dog is hot and spits out his tongue.
The robin is not able to stop in the branches of the hair of the annoying call, as if in the hot sun for the shouting and cheering.
In the summer, the grass is especially lush, holly tree leaves shiny and oily, the old elm tree branches and leaves, give people a thick green shade.
In summer, the clear river has become a good place for children to escape the summer heat, you see, they are playing in the water, a moment of water war, a moment to tie fierce fish, play very happy.
The summer sun is like a big furnace, the earth baked hot, even the air is also hot, people move on the body sweating.
The buffalo has long been hiding in the pond, the whole body buried in the water, only a head on the surface of the air
3. What are some of the ancient poems describing the summer seaSummer Night Sigh
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The perpetual sun can not be twilight, and the hot steam is poisonous to my intestines.
The wind is floating in the air and blowing my clothes.
The moon is in the sky, and the forests are full of light.
The night is short in the middle of summer.
The moon is the only thing that can be seen in the sky, and the moon is the only thing that can be seen in the sky.
The world's most important thing is the world's most important thing, and the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
I am reminded of the Hogwarts, who spent years on the frontier.
The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, and he was so happy to see me, and I was so happy to see him.
The first time I saw them was when they were fighting for their lives, and the second time they were fighting for their lives.
Although they are covered in purple, it would be better to return to their hometowns.
The storks and the cranes were flying in the north of the city with sad whistle.
I am so tired of being tired, and I am thinking of the time to be well.
First Summer
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The summer of Beng Xia is a good time for all things.
The deer are happy in the deep forest, and the insects and snakes are happy with the abundant grass.
The birds love the dense foliage, and the scales are happy with the new algae.
The sky and its omissions, and I am the only one who is withered.
My body is at the end of the sky, and my flesh and bones are far away.
The old country has no one to come to, and the dust of the Korong is vast.
I am not sure what is the use of worrying about this.
The first thing you need to do is to let go of your mind and body, and let the sky be your guide.
JXY has a lot of good wine, which can make the cup not dry.
Pen fish is as cheap as mud, cooking moxibustion no twilight.
The temple under the mountain in the morning and the island in the lake in the evening.
Why should I return to my hometown when I can live here?
"Summer Pavilion"
Tang Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly fell in the west, and the pool moon is gradually rising in the east.
The moon is rising in the east.
The lotus wind sends fragrance, the bamboo dew drops clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I don't want to have a soulmate to enjoy it.
The old man was in my heart, and I dreamed of him in the middle of the night.
The Bombay Summer
Tang Jia trap
The Bombay Summer in Jiangnan, the bamboo shoots are like a weave.
The mirage is a pavilion, and the sound of frogs is a wind and string.
Summer Day at the Mountain Pavilion
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
The summer is long in the shade of the green trees, and the reflection of the tower is in the pond.
The crystal curtains are moving and the breeze is rising.
"Miscellany in the Summer Garden"
Song Fan Chengda
Plums are golden and apricots are fat, and wheat flowers are snow-white and vegetable flowers are scarce.
The day is long and no one passes through the hedge, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
A Small Pond
Song Yang Wanli
The spring is silent, and the shade of the tree is soft.
The small lotus is only showing its sharp tip, and the dragonfly is standing on its head.
"I sent Lin Zifang out of the Temple of Pure Ci"
Song Yang Wanli
After all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons.
The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers in the sun are differently red.
"Drunken Book on the 27th Day of June at Wanghu Lou"
Song Su Shi
The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped beads and messed into the boat.
The winds are blowing away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.
"The Heat of Summer Drought"
Song Wang Ling
The clear wind is powerless to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies to the mountains with its wings.
The people are already afraid that the river and the sea will be exhausted, but the sky is not afraid that the river and the Han will dry up.
The snow is on the Kunlun, and the cold is on the far side of Penglai.
The world is not a place where you can carry your hand, so why would you want to go there?
"Miscellaneous Poems Without Names"
Ming Shi Nai-an
The red sun is burning like a fire, and the rice in the field is half withered.
The farmer's heart is boiling like soup, and the prince's son shakes his fan.
What I See
Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty
The shepherd boy rode a yellow ox and sang to the trees.
I wanted to catch cicadas, but I suddenly closed my mouth.
4. What are the poems and quotes about the seaI. Poetry
1, "Farewell at Jingmen" - author Li Bai Dynasty Tang
Ferrying far away from Jingmen, come from the Chu country tour.
The mountains follow the end of the plains, and the river flows into the great wilderness.
Under the moon, there is a mirror in the sky, and under the clouds, there is a building in the sea.
The water in my hometown is still a pity, and I have to send my boat to my hometown.
Translation
Traveling by boat, I passed by the Jingmen area and came to the hometown of Chu. The green mountains were fading away, and the plains were endless. The Yangtze River flows into the vast wilderness. The moon reflects the river, as if tomorrow's flying mirror; clouds into the blue sky, generating a mirage. The water of my hometown is not willing to give up, and I will be sent to the boat from afar.
2, "looking at the moon to Huaiyuan / looking at the moon to Huaigu" - author Zhang Jiuling Dynasty Tang
The bright moon on the sea, the end of the world **** this time.
The lover complains about the distant night, and thinks of each other in the evening.
The candle is out, the light is full, and the clothes are full of dew.
I am sorry to give you this gift, but I am still dreaming of a better time.
Translation
A bright moon rises in the boundless sea, and at this time you and I are looking at each other from the end of the world. The people who are in love with each other resent the long moonlight night, and spend the whole night without sleeping and thinking of their loved ones. Extinguish the candles and love this full moonlight, I wandered around in my clothes y cold night dew. I can't bring you the beautiful color of the moon, I just wish I could meet you in the dreamland.
3, "Autumn night will be dawn out of the hedge door to meet the cool feeling two - its two" - the author Lu You Dynasty Song
30,000 miles of the river east into the sea, 5,000 Ren Yue on the sky.
The remnants of the people are in tears in the dust of Hu, looking south to the king's division for another year.
Translation
The 30,000-mile-long Yellow River flows eastward into the sea, and the 5,000-foot-high Mount Huashan towers into the clouds and rises to the sky. The people of the Central Plains, who have been under the oppression of the Hu people, have shed all their tears, and they have been looking forward to the northward expedition of the king's division year after year.
4, "Guanshan Yue" - author Li Bai Dynasty Tang
The bright moon out of the Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of clouds.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
Han down the Baideng Road, Hu peeped into the green bay.
The war has been raging for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
On this night, when the towers are high, the sighs should not be idle.
Translation
The moon rises from the Qilian Mountains and travels through the sea of clouds. The long and mighty wind blew across tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Yumen Pass where the generals were stationed. When the Han soldiers pointed to the Baideng Mountain Road, Tubo coveted a large part of the mountains and rivers of Qinghai. This is the place where battles have been fought over the ages, and few soldiers have survived the war. Garrison soldiers look at the scene of the border city, the thought of returning home can not help but be full of sadness. At this time, the general's wife in the high-rise, lamenting when they can see their loved ones far away.
5, "ask the moon - the late Jia Chun to ask the" - the author Li Bai Dynasty Tang
Green sky has the moon to a few times, I stop the cup today to ask.
The moon is not available for people to climb to the moon, but the moon walks with people.
It is bright as a flying mirror in front of the Danque, and the green smoke is gone.
But the night is coming from the sea, and I don't know if it's coming from the clouds.
The white rabbit is pounding medicine in the fall and spring, and Chang'e is alone with her neighbors.
The moon is not the same as the moon of old, but the moon used to shine on the ancients.
The ancient people and the present people are like flowing water, **** look at the bright moon are like this.
I wish the moonlight would shine in the golden bottles when we sing songs and drink wine.
Translation
The moon hangs high on the green sky. I am now stopping my wine glass and asking this question.
The man can never climb the moon, but the moon walks closely with the man.
Bright as a mirror rising to shine on the palace, the green smoke dispersed from the cold light.
You can only see it rising from the sea every night, and who can know that it is hidden among the clouds in the morning.
In the moon, the white rabbit is pounding medicine from autumn to spring, and Chang Oh lives alone with whom to live?
The present man cannot see the ancient moon, but the present moon used to shine on the ancients.
Ancient people and present people pass like flowing water, **** the same see the moon are so.
I only hope that the moonlight will shine long in the golden cup when I play my song to the cup.
II. QUOTATIONS
1. To the sea the land is lovely, and to the shore the sea is lovely. --Lacombe
2. There are dangers on land that the sea does not know. --Ellis
3, people live in the world is like a boat sailing in the sea, the most important thing is to recognize the direction of progress. --Peas and Peas
4. The sea of truth lets all things undiscovered lie before my eyes to be explored. --Newton
5. In the palace where the sea sleeps soundly, how many wondrous treasures are spread. --Love is a pure spring, which, starting from a river-bed full of water-cress and flowers, and full of gravel, changes its nature and form in every flood, and becomes either a small stream or a great river, and at last runs into a vast ocean, where the poor in spirit see only its monotony, and the noble in heart indulge in constant meditation. indulges in constant meditation.
5. What are the ancient poems describing the sea in summer
"Summer Nights Sigh" by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, the eternal sun can not be twilight, the hot steam poisoned my intestines.
The wind is floating in the air and blowing my clothes.
The wind is blowing in the air, and the moon is coming out of the sky, and the light is coming out of the forest.
The night is short in midsummer. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The world's most important thing is to be able to live in a world where there are no big or small things, and where there are no big or small things. The first thing you need to do is to get a good understanding of how to use the Internet and how to use the Internet in a way that will make you feel better about yourself.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid and I was looking at each other. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Although the color of purple is covered by the body, it is better to return home as early as possible.
I am so tired of being bored and tired, and I am thinking of the time to be well. The first summer of the Tang Bai Juyi Meng summer all the things nourishing, moving planting a good time.
The deer are happy to be in the forest, the insects and snakes are happy to have plenty of grass. The first summer of the year is the time of the year when all things are in bloom.
The sky and its omissions, and I am the only one who is withered.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man in the world who has been in the world for a long time.
The old country has no one to come to, and there is a great deal of dust from the enemy. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Pen fish is cheap as mud, cooking moxibustion no twilight. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
Why go back to your hometown?
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite place in the world, and you will be able to see it.
The hair is dispersed by the evening cool, open the Xuan Xuan lying idle spacious. The wind of the lotus sends fragrance, bamboo dew drops clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I don't want to be appreciated by my friends. The first thing you need to do is to get a good feeling of what you're getting into.
Meng Xia (孟夏) Tang Jia trap Gangnam Meng Xia (孟夏) The bamboo shoots are like a braid. The frogs are singing like pipes and strings.
Summer Day at the Pavilion Tang Gao Pian The summer day is long and green, and the reflection of the pavilion is in the pond. The crystal curtains are moving and the breeze is rising.
"Summer time garden miscellany" (one) Song Fan Chengda plum golden apricot fat, wheat snow white vegetable flowers rare. The day is long and no one has passed through the hedges, only dragonflies and nymphs fly.
Small Pond Song Yang Wanli, the spring is silent and cherish the fine flow, the shade of the water love the sunny soft. The small lotus is only showing its tip, and the dragonflies are standing on top of it.
"Dawn out of the Jinci Temple to send Lin Zifang" Song Yang Wanli after all, the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely blue, and the lotus blossoms in the sun are differently red.
"June 27th Wanghu Lou drunken book" Song Su Shi black clouds turn ink not cover the mountains, white rain jumping beads chaotic into the boat. The winds are suddenly blowing away, and the water under the lake is like the sky.
Summer Drought and Bitter Heat Song Wang Ling, the wind is powerless to butcher the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings. The people are already afraid of the exhaustion of the river and the sea, the sky will not cherish the dry river and the Han? The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
I can't carry the world in my hand, but I can't bear to travel in it. The farmer's heart is boiling like soup, and the prince and grandchildren are shaking the fan.
"What I saw" Qing Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow cow, singing vibrate forest shade. I want to catch the cicadas, but suddenly closed my mouth and stood up.
6. What are the verses about the seaThe sea, is my wandering dream of this life, a lifetime of pain.
The day I think of the sea, everything becomes transparent and relaxed. Shells Always dream of inspecting shells on the seashore.
There is a sunset on the surface of the sea; there are water birds playing around. The waves gently tidal, chasing my footprints again and again.
The kisses of the shells fall asleep in a circle; there is the sound of the tide wetting the eyes. At the edge of the dream, who lingers on the breath of the sea, a whisper.
On days far from the side sea, resting on a woman's hand or under her neck, your color is a symbol, and you are hard enough to bring precious men to their knees. Reef You stand alone in the sea.
Reef. For the sea, you have no complaints, even if the whip shadow countless; you are in love, even if the knife cut everywhere.
But ultimately do not dare to look forward to the favor of the sea. The reef, just the sea away from the height, you in addition to deep crying, everything is helpless.
Your sad memory, a thousand lines of tears, converged into an unchanging island. The sight of your gaze crashes thirstily.
The chest of the sea, layers of flying foam, points of resentment. Sailboats Ancient legends, surrounded by eight sides, fish caught in a net.
But destined to not be able to play all the sadness. Eh Nai's yawning sound time and time again to smash the sea's spring dream, so that the sea is lost again and again, again and again to look back and sigh.
The boat towers over the waves, the whistling sails have long been pulled down, and the rudder stands firm in its direction. What kind of heart is suspended in mid-air, messy hair around everything.
In the years, the sailboat has no sides. Some sinking and floating, waving recklessly.
The timid souls rest against it. Seagulls Cheer for the sea, skimming over the scars more than once.
Pecking away the ripples, swirling in the air. The cry from the heart gives the sea a solid chest.
Dare not stop easily, all the wind and waves so far can not be scrutinized, once the heartache is still blooming. Every time the hunger wails, wake up the sleeping desire.
The harsh winds spread their wings. The baptism of the storm, the surge of the angry sea, the vicissitudes of life words.
Loneliness spreads endlessly, poetry wanders in the vastness of the sea. Beach Close to the beach, sitting alone in the dusk.
The colorful sunshine under the sunset is all over the sky. The reason for giving up, let the heart in the humid air refused to think, I can not help but lose my voice mournful.
On the other side of the sea, there is a vague heavy sound that comes incessantly, fading my way, dulling my way. Let the distant and unfamiliar sentiments buried in the whirlpool, swept into the bottom of the sea.
Cupped up a puddle of sand and worshiped it. A glance of piety and despair together.
Sand leaks from the fingers of the posture, as the deep past escapes from the years. Falling into their own footprints, the night is unavoidable, the pain is unavoidable.
The moon In the lonely island surrounded by the sea, I stood all alone. The moonlight is pouring down on my body, my eyes, and my pale lips.
The moonlight drips down soothingly, and the pure voice renders a blue mood. Far from anger and clamor, only the sea gives me tolerance, washing all my tiredness.
There is love hiding in the floating bottle, who will deliberately exile the will? Let the empty I still can not rest in peace. I have not been able to open the dusty millennium of hope since the beginning.
I am afraid of those pink tears in the moonlight melancholy death. In the face of deep love, I can only pray for the long-lost truth.
In fact, I have no intention of locking my heart to hold on to, there is the old man of the moon burning witness. Inz Nimz.
Facing the sea, caressing the moonlight, whose vows are as warm and fresh as new? Whispering, the only survivor of the summer's plunder walks the long beaches under the moonlight, and the pirates kill after the plunder, the bones of shells wash up on the beaches, and the dark blue blood stains the sea, and a spared bottle drifts away, taking the last hitchhiker with it, a nine-word love letter, and a flute, a flute, a flute, wakes up the vast blue dream, and the huge body of water is cold under the sun, and at this time, there are no clouds. You've seen the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've seen the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've seen the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, you've imagined the sea, and then you've seen the sea, and then you've imagined the sea. From tomorrow on, be a happy man, feed horses, chop wood, travel the world, from tomorrow on, care for food and vegetables, I have a house facing the sea, where flowers blossom in spring, from tomorrow on, write to every loved one, tell them about my happiness, that the lightning of happiness told me, and I'll tell everyone, and give a warm name to every river and every mountain, and give you a blessing, stranger, may you have a bright future, may you have a happy couple, and may your happiness be realized on earth, and I wish to face the sea, too. I would also like to face the sea, spring flowers bloom Pushkin to the sea>, Gorky Haiyan>, "Cao Cao".
7. Poems and verses about summerApril show Polygala, May song products show: refers to grass plants bear seeds.
Polygala: the name of the grass, also called "Yuan Zhi", bitter flavor, can be used as medicine. Product: Cicada, also known as robin.
This poem describes the summer: in April, the cicada bears seeds, and in May, the mockingbird keeps calling.
This poem describes the meaning of summer: April into summer, June to summer. The grass grows long in Monsummer, and the trees around the house are thin Monsummer: the first month of summer, the fourth month of the lunar calendar.
Fushiao: the luxuriant appearance of branches and leaves. Tao Yuanming, "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" (阅读山海经) The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not yet rested.
Rest: the fullness and decline.
The first of summer: the beginning of summer.
In the Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang wrote "Summer Day on the River" (夏日临江), in which the light of the mountains suddenly falls in the west, and the moon in the pool gradually rises in the east. The moon is gradually rising to the east. The coolness of the evening is distributed, and the coolness of the summer evening is written in the Xuanxuan.
Tang Meng Haoran, "Summer Pavilion in Nanting Huai Xin Dai" Small pools of residual heat, high trees, early cool return Tang Shen nephew, "summer night in the province of straight" Midsummer bitter night short, open Xuan Nai cool Xuan: window.
Spring: the remaining scenes of spring, when it is early summer. Tang Wei Yingwu, "Touring the Kaiyuan Essence House" (游开元精舍) Remaining clouds collect the summer heat, and the new rain brings the autumn arashi (岚: mist).
Tang - Cen Sen "water pavilion to send huayin wang shaofu still county" summer half of the yinqi began, pattering clouds landscape autumn summer half: summer half, after the fifth half of the lunar calendar. The wind is blowing.
Tang - Han Yu "send Liu Shi service" The residual summer cicadas catalyze the end of the new autumn geese to bring Tang - Bai Juyi "Banquet dispersal" Gangnam Meng summer, bamboo shoots such as braids. Mirage for the pavilion, the sound of frogs for the strings Meng summer: early summer, referring to the fourth month of the lunar calendar.
Cizhu: bamboo name, also known as the mother bamboo.
The first is the name of the bamboo, and the second is the name of the bamboo, and the third is the name of the bamboo.
Mirage: the ancients thought that the mirage (big clams) blowing into the pavilion virtual scenery, the actual light through the air of different densities, after refraction, the distant scene in the air, a kind of phantom, also known as a mirage. Orchestra: describe the frog's chirping like playing music.
Tang - Jia trap "Meng Xia" Rock slip spray air clear like rain, forest Luo hinder the day summer cold Rock slip sentence: the spring waterfalls on the rock, the air into the hair, a cloud of smoke, like a sunny day hanging up a rain curtain. The first sentence is: "The forest is so entangled with vines and trees that the shade covers the sun, which makes people feel cool in the summer".
Tang Fang Gan, "Above the Temple of the Annunciation" (《题报恩寺上方》) The green shade of the summer is long, and the reflection of the platform is in the pond. The crystal curtains move in the breeze, and the roses are in full bloom. Crystal Curtain: It describes that the reflection of the building in the water is as crystal clear as the crystal curtains.
Tang-Gao Pian "Pavilion summer" The rain on the wall is fine hanging grass, the wind on the surface of the water back to the gathering of fallen flowers Tang-Zhang-oyster "Summer Pavilion of the old general" Sunny day warm wind wheat gas, green shade grass wins the time of the flower Wheat gas: the breath of the wheat harvest. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl.
Song - Wang Anshi, "The First Days of Summer" (《初夏即事》) Fangfei rests, do not have to hate, summer wood shade is lovely Fangfei: fragrant flowers and grasses. The first is the first time in the world that a person has been in the world for more than a year.
Song Qin Guan, "Occasional Questions on the Obscure Day of March" (三月晦日偶题) The wind is old, the rain is fat, and the shade is clear and round Jia Shu (嘉树). The poem describes the summer meaning: the young warblers grew up in the breeze, the abundant rain fertilized the plums, and at noon, a cool round shade was formed under the tree.
Song Zhou Bangyan "Full Court Fans - Summer Scenery" The rain is full of lotus flowers, Shen Li floating melon ice and snow cool Shen Li floating melon: melons and fruits immersed in cold water. I don't want to come here at midnight, but I'm going to knock on the chessboard and drop the lanterns."
The red and purple have become dust, and the summer is new in the sound of the cuckoo Red and purple: a general reference to flowers of various colors. In the early summer, Song Lu You wrote: "The red and purple have become dust, and the summer is new in the sound of the cuckoo.
The road is not full of mulberry outlet, so I know that I am a peaceful person." The small lotus is only showing the tip of the corner, there are dragonflies standing on the head.
8. Summer-related versesSummer-related verses
"Taste of Summer" Walked through a ridge, over a mountain, a curved path led us unknowingly into the summer, I sent her a rose on the hands of the residual fragrance, she laughed and handed me a peach, a bite of sweetness, the harvester marching sound, feared the wheat to hide in the room, sorghum and corn held back the energy to string up the sun, the harvesting machine marching sound, Feared wheat hiding room. The sunshine takes off our spring clothes and replaces them with thin, cicada-like dresses, and the understanding white towel gently wipes away our sweat. A grain of millet is planted in the spring, and the roots grow deep and the leaves flourish. The hoeing is done in the morning, and the sweat nourishes our selfless devotion, and the happy river sings and dances, and constantly throws its winks at us, and the passionate embraces and intimate kisses make us feel comfortable. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ This Summer Farewell to Summer Summer gives her heart to autumn and turns her into a peach, and she gives her heart to autumn. Summer gives its heart to autumn, letting it turn into fruit, and all its memories are treasured in it. Autumn intoxicates summer, turning its green into purple, while its waters are as serene as an 18-year-old girl's eyes, pure and clear. The lost dragonflies, the delicate flowers, and the summer's passionate love are all condensed into seeds, waiting for the next summer. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ This Summer This summer, there's no more night. The sun of London, accompanied by the moon of Beijing, is watching the Olympic Games side by side, like a fierce battlefield, filled with smoke, and we, the athletes, are cheering and shouting for you. Tonight, we don't sleep, we only look forward to it. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ A Taste of Summer After the peach blossom, the heat becomes more intense, and more sweat disappears out of thin air, and in June, all the noises and worries of June, along the moonlight of the lotus pond, return to the primitive memories, the lotus leaves start to smell good, and the fragrance of 2 village lotus leaves start to smell good, and the lotus leaves begin to smell good. The leaves of the lotus begin to smell fresh and quiet in the village, surrounded by green trees, the wind curls up, and the cicadas go into hiding, how pure the world is at this moment! How pure the world is at this moment, the fields, the running water, the smoke, the simplicity, the beauty, the sunset, the shepherd boy's piccolo, the elegance, the longevity, 3 The sound of the cornstalks pulling up is so melodious, the scent of the gardenia blossoms, the romance, the rain, the humidity, the rain, the wet countryside, and the overabundance of simplicity and goodness, and the elimination of a long-standing sin, I am at peace with myself in a quiet night, 4 And what could be more important than the peace in my heart and mind? Lower yourself and listen to more voices like love, like sincerity, and far away, there is still maturity and hope! ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "Summer on Fire" July is on fire, and the city is reeling from the heat wave. In a corner of a sultry street, a blue-skirted girl searches for a shade of green, while in the burning wilderness of the countryside, a shepherd's boy drives a cloud of sheep to a cool river not far away. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "This Summer" It's been a rainy summer, and I've been putting my heart and soul into the sunshine, always wanting to have a moment. I put all my moods under the sun, always thinking that this moment of sunshine will last for a long time Your hand can't touch my back, but the sun is already shining in from the side, and the robins start to chirp endlessly The river is already overflowing, and a lot of small fishes, chasing their dreams, swim out of my gate Youth starts to roar, and I hide in the dark, waiting for the time to pull open the breaks in history like a jagged sawtooth, and for the rusty stories to come out of the water The wind hasn't even blown yet, and the dragons are already standing on the top. The wind has not yet blown, and the dragonflies are already standing on top I'm waiting for you, are you waiting for me ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Summer Morning Early in the morning, the cicadas start to blow their horns, and the heat waves begin to come in one after another The still trees are steaming empty of thoughts, as I am, through the window, putting the distant scenery on hold in a farther place o(∩_∩)o I hope this can be of help to you! ★★★★★ Please give timely favorable comments or adopt, a million thanks.