Poems
The plums are golden, the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers, white snow and cauliflower are sparse.
No one passes by the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
——Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Miscellany in Summer (Part 1)"
The spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water, which is soft and clear.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
——"Little Pond" by Yang Wanli
The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.
——Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.
——Su Shi's "Drunk Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
The red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
——Shi Naian's "Unknown Miscellaneous Poems"
The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.
——Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
The forest is broken in the mountains, the bamboos are hidden in the wall, and the cicadas are scattered in the small pond.
I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red pods in the water are fragrant.
——Su Shi's "Partridge Sky"
After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
——Yang Wanli "Sent Off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn"
The night heat is still the same as the afternoon heat, and the moon is bright when the door is opened.
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness just because of the wind.
——Yang Wanli "Chasing the Cold on a Summer Night"
The plums drip with acid and splash on the teeth, and the bananas split green and cover the window screens.
When the day is long, I wake up without thoughts, and watch the children catching willow flowers
——Yang Wanli's "Sleeping Up in Early Summer"
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In the colorful colors, June's straightforward character, fiery feelings, and heroic spirit are all reflected in every detail.
The breath of June filled the city, and the heat swept over the entire city, but I couldn't feel the heat. I know that everyone in the city is busy for life, which makes the city more noisy.
In June, we move forward together, achieve success in life, and perform a joyful song that we will never regret.
In June, the sun is scorching like fire, and the heat is nostalgic. But the wind, wind and fire are far from concealing the rich connotation of the season. On the street, the surging flow of people, with their colorful clothes and makeup, merge into a seven-color rainbow across the sky and earth, depicting the poetic and picturesque feeling of the beauty of life.
In June, I started to get used to calming down, no longer agitated, no longer on the verge of breaking out, just as calm as water, without any ripples. However, sometimes I smile inexplicably, and sometimes I want to hide and cry. These are irrelevant.
The bankers are lush, the trees are luxuriant, the flowers are in bloom, the grass is green... It is like a long ink scroll of red flowers and leaves stretching between the sky and the earth in June.
June is like a fairyland, which makes people fascinated. The endless expanse of green is endless; the endless expanses of green and purple light are endless. In June, the scenery is charming, with willows standing tall, rivers sparkling, the playground flat and clean, and classrooms elegant and dreamy...
June is the rainy season. I am used to holding an umbrella and walking alone in the rain. My heart is as cold as water. I like to raise my head in the rain, wet my hair and face, and then quietly feel the warmth overflowing from the corners of my eyes and the relief across my lips.
The footsteps of June, in this June city, slowly move towards the distance, heading east and towards summer between my body and heart.
June is by no means just a monotonous hot day. In June, a child's face changes at will.
Famous Quotes
The sound of vomiting is mute and soft, and the new lotus is brushed early, suddenly turning along the embankment, breaking through the rain of green money.
——Nalan Xingde
After the rain, the lotus flowers fill the courtyard with fragrance, and plum blossoms and floating melons are cool with ice and snow.
——Li Zhongyuan
The small fan brings a slight coolness, and the summer is long.
——Gu Taiqing
Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air.
——Meng Haoran
The overcast summer trees are singing oriole.
—— He Zhu
The water accumulates in the spring pond at night, and the trees are thick in summer. The boats are like wild ferries, and the fences are like river villages.
——Bai Juyi
The east wind suddenly makes the weeping poplar dance, and makes the sound of thousands of lotus hearts.
——Liu Xun
The father plowed the fields, and the shepherd boy followed him with the hoe.
——Meng Haoran
The plums leave sour teeth, and the bananas are divided into green and window screens. The day is long and I fall asleep with no thoughts, watching children catching willow flowers.
——Yang Wanli
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream.
——Su Shunqin
Quotes
June is not a suitable season to leave. It is either a scorching sun or a heavy rain, which makes people have to stop and go. Stop and look back frequently. However, which season is suitable to leave? In June, I really had to leave.
As we enter June, waves of heat waves hit us. The sun turned into a big furnace, and the whole world was baked hot.
Pomegranates sit on the branches of June, putting away the fragrance of May and weaving swollen and full dreams with radiant colors under the scorching sun.
Hand in hand, dance and sing in June. Happy faces bloom like sunflowers on every face. All the wings of joy vibrate on the branches of June. June is a blue sky of fantasy. .
Wonderful stories are rolling and looming in the crystal dew in June, and touching plots are full of wings in the noise of frogs and cicadas.
The rain in June fell very quietly, a bit like summer. It came without a sound, and the glass windows were covered with water drops. They were not integrated pearls, but scattered elves.
The footsteps of June passed through my heart, passed through everyone's heart, and the footprints on my heart were like the Great Rift Valley of East Africa. I touched the footprints gently, and my heart was stung. The wound cannot heal.
The bright red scarf is like a flame, burning in the young heart. In the ranks of the Young Pioneers, step out of the echelon of tomorrow’s motherland. These childish and solemn little faces make June lively and vigorous.
June has brought us so much joy, so much elegance, and attracted us so much happy time.
In the early morning of June, the cool air permeates every corner of the world. The sun shines through the branches, gently and leisurely on the campus. The breeze blows by. During meditation, the sound of children reading is heard. The clarity floats in my heart, and when I close my eyes, there is an indescribable tranquility. In the past, even the viewer here felt that he was enjoying a kind of tranquility in his heart.