1. Poems about the beginning of school in September in summer
Poems about the beginning of school in September in summer 1. Poems about the beginning of school
"Song for School"< /p>
A handsome young man
Riding a horse to school
The teacher said I was young
I have articles in my stomach
"The beginning of school" 》
The reservoir is the ocean of knowledge
White clouds are floating in the blue sky
A brand new ship
is about to set sail
The ship sailed in the reservoir
Stable and without wind and waves
Curious children
About to set sail
The captain took inventory again Passengers
Facing the bright morning sun
Woo woo hoo——
It’s about to set sail
"September, school starts" < /p>
In September, school started.
At the age of nine, I carried the burden of my parents on my young shoulders
In September, school started.
Looking back step by step
The empty classroom
Tears fell in the rain
The loud sound of books
It’s difficult to step on muddy feet
Move forward
In September, school starts
The twenty-mile mountain road is the only one
< p> The road to the small town"Qilu Nian Private School"
When I was not yet seven years old, I went to a private school,
Mr. Jinbu read the meaning of rhyme.
The three-character sentence at the beginning of the first volume,
Thousands of families are skilled at memorizing surnames.
The ink ingot is rolled and rolled lightly,
It is difficult to hold a sheep with ease.
Disciples must keep in mind the rules and regulations.
The glory of the ancestors depends on poems and books.
2. Poems about September
September passes through all the temperatures left in summer.
A mist flower is carved on the window lattice, leaving a little bit of reluctance in my heart.
Let the memory flow at the tip of the pen.
Maybe I like this season too much.
I like to cherish all the memories and pictures of this season.
Walking on the road that I have often walked before,
I step on the leaves that still hold a little attachment to the tree.
Just like when I was a child, I walked slowly around the trees.
Just like a movie scene, a childhood wish.
Just like when I was a child, I climbed up to the fork in the book and sat on it.
I realized that we always want to cry just for our past.
It’s still those scenes,
It’s still those stories,
But it’s not the same people.
But I have to wander in such a story,
In such a story, I use myself to play others.
Put on someone else’s mask and walk in someone else’s shadow.
It’s a pity that September is just a season forgotten by others but remembered by me.
I remember that I said that I am a person living in the past.
I will only laugh, be sad,
cry and breathe in the memories of the past. Walk, think.
Just like the opposite of what Soul Master said,
I am a person who is behind the times.
A glimmer of life awaits in the abandoned ruins.
I suddenly felt that I was a little fake,
just like I should be working honestly.
She restlessly thinks that if she likes someone, all she has to do is give silently.
She can feel it even if she buries all her feelings deep in her heart.
But, after all, I am not him, so there is no such a beautiful ending.
It is not a filmmaker who can make all stories bleak or sad,
or happy and joyful at will.
When I was in my hometown, I saw the wheat fields that I had longed for.
Looking at the green wheat seedlings and the empty wheat seedlings in the sky.
Then I realized that there was no need for a scarecrow at this time.
However, I am just a nostalgic person,
so I built a pitifully small scarecrow.
Inserted in that equally sad wheat field.
Fulfill the last wish of all scarecrows,
Guard your own wheat field.
September is a beginning and an end.
In September, memories begin to intersperse the stories of certain people with the falling leaves,
under those overly blue skies.
Performing songs that are slightly sad but happy.
Lingering under the same lingering raindrops in this season, squandering the usual plot.
The ignited fireworks will leave black ashes after being brilliant.
Just like after happiness,
all that is left is pain and sadness.
The insects in the grass on the roadside that have begun to wither and turn yellow are still singing a somewhat monotonous tune.
Thinking about the last wonderful moment, but not realizing its loneliness,
knocking under the dim shadow of the moonlight.
The wind blowing from the lakeside,
carries a hint of coolness, which wakes up the fragments of memory.
September,
It turned out to be just a farewell song that lives in the distance of memory,
just like raindrops hitting everyone's heart.
Hope you like it~~~~~~~
3. Sentences to describe September
Beautiful sentences to describe September
1. September is fruity and chrysanthemums are yellow in September, but you and I can still smell the fragrance of peaches and plums in March; the air is crisp in autumn and the osmanthus is flying. You and I seem to see hope for the future.
2. September carries the restraint of autumn and contains the dignity of autumn. September carries the maturity of autumn and contains the yearning for autumn.
3. In September, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River come to an end, and the hibiscus lingers in Zhongzhou. The beauty smiles across the water, and the setting sun still brings mist and sadness. The dew washes the jade plate and the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows the golden city in autumn. Seeing that the old age is not used up, there is a kind of tranquility like a pond.
4. September in the golden autumn is the harvest season; look at the sorghum turning red and the rice bending under the weight;
< p> 5. In the sky in September, there are white clouds floating in the blue sky;6. In the night sky in September, the stars are bright and blinking at me
< p> 7. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It sneaks in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed across the treetops, staining a few leaves red, and then flew away in a cluster across the valley.8. Walking under the moonlight of September, reverie is like a colorful phoenix with wings, taking off from the window of the soul, worshiping the graceful Yuyu Qionglou singing and dancing.
9. Harvesting and sowing divide September. The sharp blade of the autumnal equinox is waved gently, and autumn crops fall one after another. Farmers save their seeds and sweat in accounts at the autumnal equinox, waiting to claim generous interest from the rolling wheat waves in the coming year. 10. September, through all the temperatures left in summer. A fog flower is carved on the window lattice, leaving a little bit of reluctance in my heart. Let the memory flow by the tip of the pen.
11. In September, memories begin to intersperse the stories of certain people with the falling leaves, under those overly blue skies.
12. September is the time when the frost turns cold and the dew turns cold, and the yellow leaves condense and turn into frost. September is golden, and patches of golden color catch people's eyes. Even the clear stream at dusk reflects the golden color.
13. The dusk in September is still so beautiful, with a touch of melancholy.
14. The countryside in September is a melting pot for forging will.
15. September is a beginning and an end.
16. Time chases the soul’s final destination and the support of fear. In September, I no longer drink. I fabricate eternity and longevity.
17. The countryside in September is the music played by farmers.
18. The moon of September is like a pair of soft eyes, bestowing endless love on the passionate people in the world.
19. Harvesting and sowing divide September. The sharp blade of the autumnal equinox is waved gently, and autumn crops fall one after another. Farmers save their seeds and sweat in accounts at the autumnal equinox, waiting to claim generous interest from the rolling wheat waves in the coming year.
20. September. More than half. Please give me some quiet time. Continue to dream, hope, wait, and have my future.
21. I suddenly realized that there was no cicada chirping, and there was no endless heat. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Wuhan had entered a gentle autumn. Although there are no golden chrysanthemums everywhere, and there is no time to go to Liangzi Lake to taste crabs, the cool breeze blowing in through the curtains brings a refreshing song in the slanting wind and drizzle.
22. As soon as September arrives, autumn comes. It sneaks in on a foggy dawn and disappears in the hot afternoon. It tiptoed across the treetops, staining a few leaves red, and then flew away in a cluster across the valley.
23. In the countryside in September, there is no strong wind, even if there is an occasional wind sound, it passes through the abandoned corn forest and hits the withered corn stalks and yellowed corn leaves, making a slight rustle. The sound sounded like someone's naughty child was hiding there and playing hide-and-seek. He crept forward and accidentally bumped into the leaves again. He was a little annoyed and a little happy.
24. The sky in September is so clear and high. The breeze is cool and the sky is high and vast. The sun cannot transcend the seasons. It is time to cool down. Even though it is still brightly red, it can only be a show-off. It really does not have the majesty of summer to show off.
25. The sky in September is extraordinarily high; the weather in September is extraordinarily cool; the wind in September is extraordinarily soft; the earth in September is still green, with vast expanse of wild The ground is paved towards the far end.
September is not as hot as July and August, and it is less bitter than the cold winter. It is docile and harmonious, peaceful and serene. September is so good!
26. In September, the sky was clear and the sky was clear and the ground was sunny and warm for the first half of the journey. In September, it was raining and the ground was cold and the second half was paved. What does autumn look like in October? This reminds me of the word "Golden Autumn October". After the cold dew, autumn has entered late autumn.
4. Several poems about the beginning of school
[Poetry] The beginning of school
The reservoir is the ocean of knowledge
White clouds are floating in the blue sky< /p>
A brand new ship
is about to set sail
The ship is sailing in the reservoir
Stable and without waves
Curious children
About to set sail
The captain counted the passengers again
Facing the bright sun
Woo hoo hoo——
About to set sail
"September, school begins"
September, school begins
When I was nine years old, I used my childish Shoulders
Carrying the heavy burden of parents
September, school started
Looking back step by step
The empty classroom
p>Tears fell in the rain
The sound of reading
It was difficult to step on the muddy feet
Moving forward
In September, school begins
The twenty-mile mountain road is the only one
The road leading to the small town
5. Poems about enrollment
1. "One of Two Poems from Bailu Cave" comes from Wang Zhenbai of the Tang Dynasty
It's spring before I realize that I am reading, and every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. The Taoist is not here to make people laugh, Zhou Qing and Kong Sizheng are pursuing it.
2. "Encouraging Learning" comes from Yan Zhenqing in the Tang Dynasty
The lights are on at three and the chickens are on at five, which is when men are studying. Black-haired people don't know how to study diligently early, and white-haired people regret studying late.
3. "Reading on a Winter Night to Show Zi Yu·Choose One" comes from Lu You in the Song Dynasty
The ancients spared no effort in learning, and it was only when they were young that their skills were perfected when they were old. What I have learned on paper is ultimately shallow, and I know that I have to do it in detail.
4. "Scholar Bai's Thatched Cottage" comes from Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
The scholar in Bishan burned the silver fish, but the white horse went to live in the deep rock. The ancients have used it for three winters, and now they have opened more than ten thousand volumes when they were young. The clear clouds are all over the house, and the autumn water floats down the steps and breaks through the canal. Wealth must come from hard work, and a man must read five cars of books.
5. "Encouragement to Learning" comes from Meng Jiao in the Tang Dynasty
When a stone is struck, there is fire; if it is not struck, there is no smoke. People only know when they learn, but it is unnatural if they do not learn. Everything must be done by its own destiny, and it is not me who is worthy of him. Youth must be born early, how can one grow into a young man?
6. Poems about the beginning of school, here are a few more
When school starts, I return to the familiar campus, see friendly smiling faces, and hear the cheerful shouts of the children again. One year older, I feel I have grown a lot taller. The first greeting at the beginning of school is the sweetest blessing. I take a brand new book and read it with admiration. My eyes thirsty for knowledge reveal my heart. The season of spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. Beautiful campus birds are flying in the bright sky. The children in the classroom are happily growing up under the bright sound of books and the sun is shining. The white doves in their hearts are flying. From today on, they are spreading their wings and soaring in the blue sky to pursue the blue sky and white clouds. The children are picking up the hearts scattered in the festival and facing the brilliant morning glow of spring in the new year. The semester is sailing away. The weeds that have grown wildly throughout the summer have grown wildly on the former campus. The silence in the bamboo garden that is about to be cleared is broken by the roar of sound. Once again, the flag is rising over the playground.
You can see that September has returned to campus, like a competent deliveryman, and that eternal August, but quietly stays in August of 2010, like the birth of a baby, from that moment on At the beginning, life was given different meanings and colors, and you were no longer mentioned by more people. As if you no longer think of them, and them.
People and things are gradually becoming unfamiliar. The voices, walking and standing shadows you left behind will be retained as a mistake. It is not their fault. It's like it's not your fault. As a title, the symbol left has long since disappeared. As a thing, it cannot reach eternity. Let alone a person, and a person's name. The roses on the western wall in memory, the turf that the old uncle sprinkled with water.
The big iron door that you go in and out every day, and the white magnolia and red magnolia in front of the door. When you pass by, those who are unfamiliar and those who are familiar, but please don’t forget us! We hardworking bees.
7. Sentences describing summer
I left Jingci Temple at dawn and saw off Lin Zifang Yang Wanli. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
The lotus leaves that touch the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers that reflect the sun are exceptionally red. (Song Dynasty) Zhao Shixiu It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the pond in the early spring. I have an appointment but I can't come till midnight. I'll knock the chess pieces and drop the lanterns. 1. There is no cloud in the sky, a scorching sun above my head, no wind, and all the trees stand listlessly and lazily.
2. As soon as the sun came out, the ground seemed to be on fire.
3. The weather was so hot that it seemed as if a spark would cause an explosion.
4. The sun is scorching like fire, the earth is like a steamer, and it is so hot that people can’t breathe. 5. Walking on the road, the wind blows in my face like a heat wave.
6. Early in the morning, the cicada screamed loudly, telling people that another hot day had begun. 7. In the hot summer, the birds are hiding somewhere; the plants and trees are all lowering their heads; the dogs are so hot that they stick out their tongues and pant continuously.
8. The cicada keeps making irritating sounds on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun. 9. In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush. The leaves of the holly trees are shiny and the old elm branches are lush, providing people with a thick green shade.
10. 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, having water fights, fishing, and having a lot of fun. . 11. The summer sun is like a big furnace, scorching the earth. Even the air is so hot that people sweat all over when they move.
12. The buffalo had long since hid in the pond, its entire body buried in the water, with only one head exposed above the water to breathe. Early summer Early summer is beautiful. It is another kind of beauty that is different from the bright spring.
If the beauty of spring lies in the blooming of hundreds of flowers, the beauty of early summer lies in the blooming of all kinds of greenery. What words should be used to briefly summarize the scenery in early summer? "Green, fat, red and thin"? No, it writes about flowers in late spring; "green, dark, red, sparse" - this is exactly the same! "Green" and "dark" describe the richness of green; "red" and "thin" indicate that the youth is gradually fading, but it is not completely gone.
Where is it? I looked around and searched, and hey, I found it. Aren't there a few small red flowers blooming in the bush of wild roses beside the ditch? But the red seems very light, so light that it's almost lonely, especially when set against the surrounding rich green, it looks even more like "late flowers are blooming faintly". Look at the green again, but it is layer upon layer, boundless, so green, so green, so green, so green that it cools the eyes, and so green that it shines like a shower. When you stare at it, it seems that the whole sky is dyed green.
"Early Summer" by Chen Yifan The wheat in the fields turned from green to withered yellow unconsciously, suddenly changing the look of the field. The wind blows with a slight warmth, and from time to time brings the cuckoo's call, which tells us that "spring has returned" and it is the season of early summer and April.
Shen Congwen's "Wang" Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer has come covered with green leaves beating in the warm wind. ...The leaves of the tall poplar trees on the street are moving under the sunlight, emitting a layer of green light, and the blue sky upstairs is surrounded by a layer of white air that looks like mist but not mist; this layer of green light and white air makes people feel... I feel very happy, but a little bit dry.
"Two Horses" by Lao She On an early summer morning, Dongyong Village was shrouded in a thin mist. The sun was not out, and the warm wind blowing from the Pearl River brought a damp coolness.
Kapok has bloomed, peach blossoms have bloomed, snow pea flowers and cauliflowers of various colors have all bloomed. The flat fields outside Tung Chung Village are full of green and soft rice. Seedlings, green clusters of banana leaves swaying in the wind, showing a business. Chen Canyun's "Fragrant Seasons" The poplar trees shading the roadside, the endless grape trellises on the fields... In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers bloom: red, purple, pink, yellow, like embroidery on a piece of green Gorgeous spots on the big carpet; swarms of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens, flying hard here and there... From Wei Xi's "Rose for Doctors" In the past, we were still one year away from the date of our summer trip. , then one month apart, and then one day apart.
The time that nothing can change, stop or rush finally brings June and the summer solstice and the beginning of our journey. Now we turned westward.
We leave behind the wooded Maine and the White Mountains their bygone, old-time grace. We were crossing northern Vermont, and beavers were jumping in the sunshine from the meadows dotted with buttercups and walnuts.
The sap of early summer is flowing invisibly everywhere around us, in wild grasses and herbs, in short shrubs and tall trees. The sap travels through tens of thousands of miles of tiny channels surrounding the leaves and stems.
We try our best to imagine in our imagination what a vast lake all this will create, and what a mighty river it will be. (U.S.A.) "Summer Travel Notes" by Alvin W. Till Midsummer This is the time of year when summer is the turning point. At that time, this year's harvest has been determined, and people have begun to think about next year's sowing and mowing grass immediately. At that time, the rye was all covered with ears. Although the ears were not full yet, they were still light and fluttering, and a light green wave of wheat waved in the wind. At that time, the green oats and clusters of wheat were scattered everywhere. A line of yellow grass stretches out unevenly on the fields that were sown late; at that time, the early-sown buckwheat had sprouted and covered the ground; at that time, the fallow land that had been trampled by livestock and was as hard as stone had been turned over. The fields were half plowed, leaving only unploughed paths; at that time, the dry dung heaps piled up in the fields gave off the smell mixed with meadowsweet at sunset; the grassland beside the river in the lowlands was like a sea. The grass stretched out, waiting for the sickle, and the cut sorrel stalks were piled up everywhere in the dark place on the grassland.
(Russian) Leo Tolstoy's "Anna Karenina" The sky is clear in midsummer, with not a single cloud in the sky. The sun is scorching the ground; a gust of south wind blows from the ground. There was a wave of heat, burning and suffocating. The weeds couldn't withstand the intense heat of the sun, and their leaves were rolled into thin strips.
In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they have just woken up, feeling groggy and unwilling to move. Even the birds in the forest are resting on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to look for food.
Jin Jingmai's "Song of Ouyang Hai" The midsummer sun shines on Shen Xiong's Hangu Pass, and the turtles on the roof and the rising sun phoenixes at the entrance of the closed door seem to be breathing. There are a few poplar trees outside the pass with big, fat leaves.
8. Ancient poems about September
1. "Remembering Shandong Brothers on September 9th" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Being a stranger in a foreign land, Every festive season, we miss our loved ones even more. I know from afar that when my brothers climbed to a high place, there was only one less person planting dogwood trees.
Translation: Being far away from my hometown alone and unable to reunite with my family, I miss my distant relatives even more during the Double Ninth Festival. When I think of my brothers wearing dogwoods and climbing to high places, I feel regretful because I am missing.
2. "The Event on September 10th" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
I climbed up yesterday and raised my wine glass today. Why is the chrysanthemum so bitter, suffering from these two double suns?
Translation: I just went to Longshan for a banquet yesterday, and today I raised my glass here again. Why did the chrysanthemums suffer so much and were punished by the two Double Ninth Festivals?
3. "Returning to Yangzhou in Chang'an and Visiting the Weishan Pavilion on September 9th to Rhyme" Mr. Jiang of the Southern and Northern Dynasties
The heart follows the southern clouds and passes away, and the body follows the northern geese. The chrysanthemums under the fence in my hometown are blooming today.
Translation: My heart chases the clouds going south and passes away, but my body returns with the geese flying back from north to south in autumn. How many chrysanthemums planted under the fence in my hometown have bloomed today?
4. "Send to Zhang Zirong from Xian Mountain on September 9th" by Meng Haoran, Tang Dynasty
In the white clouds of Beishan, the hermit feels happy. Looking at each other and trying to climb high, our hearts will fly away with the wild geese.
Translation: Facing the undulating white clouds on the northern mountain ridge, I, a hermit, can taste the joy myself. I tried to climb high mountains just to see far away, but my mood had already flown away with the swan geese.
5. "Nine Days in Sichuan" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty
On September 9th, at the Wangxiang Terrace, he gave a cup to see off guests from a foreign land. Human feelings are tired of the suffering in the south, and the wild geese are coming from the north.
Translation: On the Double Ninth Festival, I climbed up and looked back at my hometown. I was in a foreign land, setting up a banquet to see my friends off and raising a glass, and I felt extremely sad. My heart is tired of all the sorrows of living in the south. I wonder why the swan geese still come from the north if they can't return to the north.
9. Poems about summer
In April, the wormwood blooms, in May, the wormwood blooms.
Show: Refers to grass plants bearing seeds. Fern: The name of the grass, also called "Polygala", has a bitter taste and can be used as medicine. Xiao: cicada, also known as cicada.
This is a poetic description of summer: Polygala is bearing fruit in April, and cicadas are crying non-stop in May.
"The Book of Songs·Binfeng·July"
Weixia in April, Kushu in June
Su: Beginning. This poem describing summer means: Summer begins in April, and summer begins in June.
"The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·April"
Mengxia has long grass and trees, and sparse trees surround the house
Mengxia: the first month of summer, April in the lunar calendar . Fushu: The appearance of lush branches and leaves.
"Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped
The first summer: Mengxia, the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Rest: prosperity and decline.
Xie Lingyun of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Traveling to the Akaishi into the Sailing Sea"
The beautiful scenery is the last part of spring, the clear clouds are the first of summer
The last part of spring: late spring. Summer Shou: Early summer.
"Serving Banquet" by Wang Sengru, Liang Dynasty in the Southern Dynasty
The wheat ripens in the wind, and the plum blossoms turn yellow in the rain
Yu Xin, "Fenghe Summer Day" in the Northern Zhou Dynasty "In response to the order"
The summer pond is shaded by bamboos, and the high bank sits on the long maple
Tan: by the water.
Sui Dynasty Yang Guang's "Summer Linjiang"
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space
Write about the sunset, moonlight, and enjoying the coolness in the summer evening.
Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "The South Pavilion Huai Xin Da"
The small pond has retreated from the heat, and the tall trees have returned early to cool down
Tang Dynasty Shen Quanqi's "Summer Night Stay in Zhi Province" 》
The bitter nights in midsummer are short, open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness
Xuan: window.
"Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The green shade makes the day quiet, and the solitary flower represents the end of spring.
Solitary flower: a single flower. Spring remnants: The remaining scenes of spring, it is already early summer.
Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "Visiting Kaiyuan Jingshe"
The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist
Lan: mist.
Tang Dynasty Cen Shen's "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to the Mansion to Return to the County"
The cloudy atmosphere of Xia Ban begins, and the clouds and scenery are autumn.
Xia Ban: It’s halfway through summer, after half of May in the lunar calendar.
Xi: The way the wind blows.
Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sending Master Liu his Clothes"
The cicadas in the remaining summer are exhausted, and the wild geese bring the new autumn
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "The Banquet"
In Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestral music.
Meng Xia: early summer, refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar. Cizhu: The name of bamboo, also known as Zimu Bamboo. As compiled: as if arranged. Mirage: The ancients believed that a mirage (big clam) could blow into the air to create a false view of the pavilion. In fact, it is a phantom in which light passes through the air of different densities and is refracted to show the distant view in the air. It is also called a mirage. Orchestral: describes the frog's chirping like playing music.
"Meng Xia" by Jia Yan of the Tang Dynasty
The sky is as clear as rain when the rocks are sprayed, and the sun is blocked by the forest and it is cold in summer
The sentence about Yanliu: the spring water on the rock The waterfall, rising in the sky, is covered with clouds and smoke, like a rain curtain hanging on a sunny day. Linluo Sentence: The wisterias twine in the forest, and the thick shade blocks out the sun, making people feel cool in midsummer.
"Inscription on the Top of Baoen Temple" by Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty
The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the tower is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard are filled with incense.
Crystal Curtain: Describes the reflection of the balcony reflected in the water, which is as crystal clear as a crystal curtain.
"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty
Grass droops on the wall with drizzle, and flowers gather in the wind on the water surface
"Summer" by Zhang Wei of the Tang Dynasty "Veteran Lin Ting"
On a sunny day, the warm wind generates wheat gas, and when the green grass is more beautiful than the flowers,
Wheat gas: the smell of wheat harvest. Flowering time: the time when flowers bloom.
Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Early Summer"
Why regret when Fangfei is gone? Keren: agreeable to people's wishes.
Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March"
The wind is old and the orioles are young, the rain is fattening the plums, and the noon shadow is good and the trees are clear and round
Good trees: The name of the tree. This poem describing summer means: The young warbler has grown up in the gentle breeze, the abundant rain has fattened the plums, and at noon, a cool circular shade has formed under the tree.
Song Dynasty Zhou Bangyan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·Summer Scene"
After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, and the sunken plums and floating melons are cool in the ice and snow
The sunken plums and floating melons : Melons and fruits are soaked in cold water.
Song Dynasty Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci"
The weather is getting better for the trapped people
Song Dynasty's Zhu Shuzhen's "Instant Scene": "Xie Que's Begonias flew away The weather is getting better at the beginning of the day."
No one passes by the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly
"Pastoral Miscellany in Four Seasons" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty < /p>
The cool breeze breaks the heat for three consecutive days
Wang Hui of the Yuan Dynasty "Guo Shagou Shop"
During the Huangmei season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds
"An Appointment" by Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty: "In the Huangmei season, every house is raining, and there are frogs everywhere in the grass pond. I have an appointment and I can't come till midnight, so I can knock the chess pieces and let the lanterns fall."
The red and purple colors have turned into dust. , the new summer season in the sound of cuckoo
Red and purple: refers to flowers of various colors.
Song Dynasty Lu You's "Early Summer Quatrains": "The reds and purples have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is the new summer. There are endless mulberry trees and hemp on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace."
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