1. I need some poems about summer. The poems about the sea can be from the ancients or created by yourself

Poems describing summer:

1. Power I don’t know how hot it is, but I regret that the summer is long. (Bai Juyi: "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat")

2. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Wanqing))

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Sailing in Chishi))

4. The bitter nights are short in midsummer, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on a Summer Night")

5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still. (Dai Fuxu: "The Great Heat")

6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet")

< p> 7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. (Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin to Return to the County")

8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only wake up to summer when it clears up. Deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. There is no need to regret when the beauty is gone, the summer wood is full of yang and yin. (Qin Guan: "Odd Titles on the Dark Sun in March")

Poems describing the sea:

1. The bright moon rises on the sea. End of the World *** At this time. Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

2. The floating sky and the vast sea are far away, and the boat of death is light. Tang Qianqi

3. If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to The sea will never return. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

4. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are condensed thousands of miles away. Tang Cen Shen

5. Don’t you see that the horses and rivers are walking on the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow. Tian. Tang Cen Shen

6. The blue sea is misty, and the lonely sail is shining with white light!

There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine is shining on it... (Russia) Lermontov "Sail"

7. O sea - how kind and loving you are - (US) Dickinson "Blue Sea"

8. Where is the water? Dan, the mountains and islands stand tall.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are rising. 2. Descriptive sentences about the sea and summer (summer prose)

The sea

The sea, there is a long way between you and me, but I have been full of endless love for you since I can remember The desire. Love, gratitude, and admiration are intertwined, and even in dreams, I listen to your exciting or calm charming voice.

You are unpredictable and moody.

Sometimes you are like a sleeping baby. When the breeze blows, your faint sound hits the unexpected rocks, and your gentle whisper even coaxes the fish and shrimps to become silent and fall asleep quietly under the moonlight. Under the light, you can't forget to play in your sleep, stretch your legs, move your hands, stir the light into crystal flowing fragments, and let them flow in your heart.

Sometimes you are like a herd of galloping horses. You roar with thunder and lightning, causing huge waves to rush away uncontrollably, drowning every object you encounter. You are sleepless, but you also disturb other people's dreams.

Another example is the deep and wise old man. Your face is calm, but your eyes are shining with haleness. The blue light that comes out of your friction with the hull is the collision between the spark of wisdom and the hearts of those who yearn for you. The depths of you are a deep blue that people dare not look directly into. There is so much wisdom and vicissitudes hidden there, and it exudes majesty, making people curious and awe-inspiring. I don’t know how many people who are trying to understand you have already fallen asleep in your deep and broad mind. Are you still telling them your joys, sorrows and joys? They will be proud to have the privilege of thinking with you.

Thank you for your tolerance for all living beings. You have given birth to life, and all living beings are your children. You love and tolerate them like a mother, and they play and make noise in your chest with confidence. Human beings throw away garbage and oil at you, and your appearance gradually becomes turbid, but you just remain silent. I know that you will also be angry one day, but I hope people can end their sins before you become angry.

The sea, I want to say, your greatness, your charm, every bit of you will always be in my heart

Summer

Early in the morning , the cicada screamed loudly, telling people that another hot day had begun.

In the scorching summer, the birds are hiding somewhere; the trees and plants are all lowering their heads; the dogs are so hot that they stick out their tongues and pant continuously.

The cicada kept making irritating sounds on the branches, as if cheering for the scorching sun.

In summer, the vegetation is particularly lush. The leaves of the holly trees are shiny and the old elm branches are lush and leafy, providing people with 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, having water fights and fishing, and they have a lot of fun.

The summer sun is like a big furnace, scorching the earth and even the air. People sweat all over when they move.

The buffalo had long since hid in the pond, its whole body buried in the water, with only one head exposed to breathe on the water. 3. What are the ancient poems that describe the sea in summer

"Summer" "Sigh at Night"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The sun will never fade, for the scorching heat poisons my intestines.

The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes.

The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness.

In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.

No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions.

Remembering Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.

Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash.

There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.

Although I am covered in bruises, it is better to return home early.

Beicheng is mournful, and storks are flying.

When the condition becomes irritated and tired, intense thoughts will make you feel better.

"First Summer"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Meng Xia is full of nutrients, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.

Elks love deep forests, and insects and snakes love abundant grass.

Flying birds love dense leaves, swimming scales love new algae.

The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered.

I am at the end of the world, my flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies.

What's the use of being worried?

It is better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy.

There are many fine wines in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.

The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion.

In the morning, I went to the temple under the mountain, and in the evening I was drunk on the island in the lake.

Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever?

"The South Pavilion is Huai Xin Da in Summer"

Tang Meng Haoran

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.

The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.

Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of my dreams.

"Mengxia"

Tang Jiayan

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 orchestra.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"

Tang Gao Pian

The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond.

The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense.

"Summer Pastoral Miscellaneous" (Part 1)

Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, and the wheat flowers and white cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Little Pond"

Song Yang Wanli

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple"

Song Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"

Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat.

The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water under Wanghu Tower is like the sky.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"

Order of the King of Song Dynasty

The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain with its wings.

People are already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, so why would God not hesitate to dry up the rivers and seas?

As high as Kunlun there is snow, and as far away as Penglai it is often cold.

If you can’t carry the world with you, why bother to swim around it?

"Unnamed Miscellaneous Poems"

Mingshi Naian

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.

"What I See"

Qing Yuan Mei

A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.

I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent. 4. What are the poems and famous sayings about the sea

1. Poems

1. "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate" - the author Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

Crossing the Jingmen Gate Come and travel from Chu State.

The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness.

Under the moonlight, there is a flying mirror, and the clouds are forming sea towers.

I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away.

Translation

Traveling far by boat, passing by Jingmen and arriving at the hometown of Chu. The green hills gradually disappear, and the plains stretch as far as the eye can see. The Yangtze River surges into the vast wilderness.

The moon reflecting on the river is like a flying mirror tomorrow; the clouds turn into blue and form a mirage. The water of my hometown is reluctant to part with me and sends me on my boat trip thousands of miles away.

2. "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan/Looking at the Moon and Nostalgia for the Past" - author Zhang Jiuling, Tang Dynasty

There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

Translation

A bright moon rises over the vast sea. At this time, you and I are looking at each other at the end of the world. Loved people resent the long moonlit night and stay awake all night longing for their loved ones. I extinguished the candles and loved the moonlight in the room. I wandered around in my clothes and felt the coldness of the night dew. I can't give you the beautiful moonlight, I only hope to meet you in my dreamland.

3. "Two Thoughts on the Autumn Night When Dawn Goes Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness·Part 2" - Author Lu You of the Song Dynasty

Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand mountains rise Go up to the skyscraper.

The remaining people shed tears in the dust, and look south to see Wang Shi for another year.

The people of the Central Plains had shed all their tears under the oppression of the Hu people. They had been looking forward to Wang's Northern Expedition for year after year.

4. "Moon over Guanshan" - author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

Han descended to Baideng Road, and Hu glanced at Qinghai Bay.

Origin of the battlefield, no one returned.

The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Translation

A bright moon rises from the Qilian Mountains and passes through the vast sea of ??clouds. The mighty long wind blew tens of thousands of miles and passed Yumen Pass where the soldiers were stationed. At that time, Han soldiers were directly targeting the Baishan Mountain Road, while Tubo coveted large areas of Qinghai's rivers and mountains. This is the place where battles have been fought throughout the ages, and few soldiers who went to battle survived. The garrison soldiers looked at the scene in the border town from a distance, thinking about returning home and couldn't help but look sad. At this time, the soldier's wife was in a high building, lamenting when she would be able to see her relatives far away.

5. "Asking the Moon over Wine·My Old Friend Jia Chun Led Me to Ask" - Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

When will the moon come in the blue sky, I will stop drinking and ask.

People cannot reach the bright moon when they climb up, but the moon travels with people.

As bright as a flying mirror, it comes to Danque, and the green smoke extinguishes the clear brilliance.

But when I see the night coming from the sea, I would rather know that it has disappeared into the clouds.

The white rabbit makes medicine and autumn returns to spring. Who is Chang'e living alone next to?

People today do not see the moon of ancient times, but today’s moon once illuminated the ancients.

People in ancient times and today are like running water, and it is the same when looking at the bright moon.

I only wish that the moonlight would always shine in the golden cup while singing and drinking.

Translation

When did the bright moon hang high in the blue sky? I'll stop drinking now and ask.

People can never chase the bright moon, but the moon walks closely with people.

As bright as a mirror, it soars up to shine on the palace, and the green smoke emits a cool brilliance.

I can only see it rising from the sea every night. Who knows that it will disappear among the clouds in the morning.

In the moon, the white rabbit makes medicine from autumn to spring. Who does Chang live alone as her neighbor?

People today cannot see the moon of ancient times, but the moon of today once shone on the ancients.

Ancient people and modern people pass by like running water, and the same is true for the moon we see together.

I just hope that when I sing into the wine glass, the moonlight can shine in the golden cup for a long time.

2. Famous Quotes

1. For the sea, the land is lovely, and for the coast, the sea is lovely. ——Lacombe

2. There are dangers on land that are unknown to the sea. ——Ellis

3. The world in which people live is like a ship sailing in the sea. The most important thing is to discern the direction forward. ——Pan Shu

4. In the sea of ??truth, let all the undiscovered things lie in front of me for me to explore. ——Newton

5. The palace where the sea water sleeps is filled with many rare treasures. ——Love Younger

6. Love is a pure spring. It starts from a river bed filled with cress and flowers and is filled with gravel. It changes its nature and shape every time it overflows, or becomes a small spring. The stream may become a big river, and finally it flows into the vast ocean. There, the poor in spirit only see its monotony, while the noble in spirit indulge in constant meditation. ——Balzac 5. What are the ancient poems describing the sea in summer?

"Sigh on a Summer Night" by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty The sun will never fade, the steaming heat poisons my intestines.

The wind from thousands of miles away blows my clothes. The bright moon comes out of Haotian, and the dense forest spreads light.

The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the Xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. In the virtual light, you can see the smallest details, and feathers and insects are also flying.

No matter how big or small things are, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Bihogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years.

Why do we look at each other with hotness after one wash? There was a fight in the evening, and the noise reached thousands of directions.

Although I am covered in bruises, it is better to return home early. The north city is filled with sorrow, and the storks and cranes are flying.

When the condition becomes irritated and tired, intense thoughts will make you feel better. "First Summer" Tang Bai Juyi Meng Xia is full of things, and the flora and fauna are good for a while.

Elks love deep forests, and insects and snakes love abundant grass. Flying birds love dense leaves, swimming scales delight in new algae.

The sky is harmonious, but I am alone and withered. One body is at the end of the world, and all the flesh and blood are far away.

There is no one coming from the old country, and there are many enemies. What's the use of being worried? It's just a labor of love.

It is better to relax your body and mind and let nature make you happy. There is a lot of fine wine in Xunyang, which can keep the cup dry.

The fish is as cheap as mud, and it will not be too late to cook with moxibustion. Eat at the temple in the morning and get drunk on the island in the lake at dusk.

Why return to your hometown? How can you live forever? "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da" Tang Meng Haoran The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.

Enjoy the evening coolness by spreading out the air, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.

I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.

"Mengxia" Tang Jiayan Mengxia in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage becomes the pavilion, and the sound of frogs becomes the orchestra.

"Summer in the Mountain Pavilion" by Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty The summer is long and shaded by green trees, and the reflection of the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, filling the courtyard with roses and incense.

"Pastoral Miscellany in Summer" (Part 1) Song Fancheng has big plums, golden yellow and fat apricots, and sparse wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflowers. No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

"Little Pond" Song Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the trees shines on the water and loves the clearness. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.

"Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

"Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. Black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky.

"Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" The King of Song Dynasty ordered the breeze to be unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flew up the mountain with its wings. People are already afraid of the rivers and seas drying up, but God will not hesitate to dry them up. As high as Kunlun there is snow, and as far as Penglai it is always cold.

If you can’t carry the world with you, why bother to swim around it? "Unknown Miscellaneous Poems" Mingshi Naian's 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.

"What I Saw" Yuan Mei of the Qing Dynasty saw a shepherd boy riding an ox, and his singing shook the forest. He wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly he stood up with his mouth shut. 6. What are the poems about the sea?

The sea is my wandering dream in this life and the pain in my life.

On days when I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells I always dream of picking up shells at the beach.

The setting sun lingers on the sea; there are water birds playing around. The waves tidal gently, chasing my footsteps again and again.

She fell asleep in a circle with the kiss of the shell, and the sound of tide wet her eyes. On the edge of the dream, who is nostalgic for the breath of the sea, moaning softly.

In the days far away from the seaside, your color is a symbol placed on a woman's hand or neck, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel down. Reef You stand alone in the sea.

Reef. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; if you are deeply in love, even if you are cut everywhere by a knife.

But in the end, I didn’t dare to expect the favor of the sea. The reef is just a height away from the sea. Apart from crying deeply, you are helpless.

Your sad memories, thousands of lines of tears, merge into an unchanging island. Your gaze strikes with eagerness.

Hai’s chest was filled with layers of droplets and bits of resentment. The old legend of the sailing ship is that it is surrounded from all directions and all the fish are caught in one catch.

But it is destined to be unable to eliminate the sadness. The sound of Ai Nai's oar shattered Hai's dreams again and again, causing Hai to get lost again and again, and look back and sigh again and again.

The ship stood on the top of the waves, the roaring sails had long been pulled down, and the rudder kept the direction. What kind of heart is hanging in the air, with messy hair looking around everything.

In the years, sailing ships had no shore. Some rise and fall, waving wildly.

No timid soul can resist. The seagulls cheered for the sea and passed over the scar more than once.

Pecking away the ripples, the vortex flies in the air. The cry from the soul gives the sea a solid chest.

I don’t dare to stop easily. I can’t bear to see all the storms and waves, and the heartache of the past is still blooming. Every whine of hunger wakes up sleeping desires.

The fierce wind spreads its wings. The baptism of storms, the turbulence of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life.

Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry wanders in the vast sea. Beach: Get close to the beach and sit alone at dusk.

The sky is filled with colorful clouds under the setting sun. I gave up my reasons and let my heart refuse to miss me in the humid air. I couldn't help crying.

On the other side of the sea, there are vague and heavy sounds that keep coming, disappearing my way from here and dulling my way out. Let the distant and unfamiliar feelings be buried in the whirlpool and swept into the bottom of the sea.

Pick up a beach of sand and worship it. A look of piety and despair at the same time.

The gesture of sand leaking from the fingers is like the profound past events escaping from the years. If you fall into your own footprints, the night is inevitable and the pain is inevitable.

Bright Moon On an isolated island surrounded by the sea, I stand alone. The moonlight shines silvery on my Luotuo body, in my melancholy eyes and on my pale lips.

The moonlight drips soothingly, and the pure voice interprets the blue mood. Far away from the anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.

There is love hiding in the drifting bottle, who deliberately exiles his will? Let me feel empty and have no peace. I have never been able to open up the hope that has been waiting for thousands of years.

I am afraid that those pink tears will die melancholy in the moonlight. In the face of deep love, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.

In fact, I have no intention of locking my heart and worrying about it, and Yue Lao burns it to bear witness. I am thinking of you.

Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here has blown my entire soul, leaving no place to hide, shattered on the bright wave tops, drifting into my mouth in the neon phantom, with a bitter salty taste that is fleeting, the sun's pity is a hot compress on the sea The son's bony shoulders, the mother's gentle palm caressed the child who had traveled thousands of miles, and whispered to coax the injured heart to sleep. The fish died before sunrise and was exposed on the lonely beach at noon. The foam of the sea kissed her naked body, whispering about the disaster in summer. The only survivor walked along the long beach under the bright moon. The pirates massacred people after plundering. The shells and bones on the beach were alluvial. The dark blue blood dyed the entire sea. The one bottle that survived drifted away and took away the last passenger. The ferryman's nine-character love letter, a flute whine~~~~ Awakening from the vast blue dream, the huge body of water is cold under the sun, there are no clouds in the sky "Have you ever seen the sea" - Han Dong, you have seen the sea, you have imagined the sea You have imagined the sea and then you have seen it. That is it. You have seen the sea and you have imagined it. But you are not a sailor. That is it. You have imagined the sea. You have seen the sea. Maybe you still like the sea. At most, you have seen the sea and you have imagined it. When you cross the sea, you don't want to be drowned by the water. That's what everyone is like. "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming" ---Haizi From tomorrow on, be a happy person Feed horses, chop wood, travel around the world From tomorrow on, care Grain and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea. Spring flowers are blooming. From tomorrow onwards, I will communicate with every relative to tell them my happiness. What the happy lightning tells me, I will tell everyone to give it to every river and every mountain. A stranger with a warm name, I also wish you a bright future. May you eventually get married with a lover. May you find happiness in this world. I also wish to face the sea, and the flowers bloom in spring. Pushkin sends a message to the sea>, Gorky Haiyan >, "Viewing the Sea" by Cao Cao. 7. Poems and verses about summer

In April, the wormwood blooms, in May, the wormwood blooms. Show: refers to the seeds of grass plants.

Feng: 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. Ku: Beginning.

This poem describing summer means: Summer begins in April, and summer arrives 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 of the lunar calendar.

Fushu: The appearance of lush branches and leaves. Jin Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" 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 Red Rock and Entering the Sail", the beautiful sceneries are like candles in the spring, and the clear clouds are the first of summer. The afterglow of spring: late spring.

Xia Shou: the beginning of summer. "Serving the Banquet" by Wang Sengru of the Southern Dynasty Liang Dynasty The wheat ripens in the wind, and the plum blossoms turn yellow in the rain Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty "Fenghe Summer Order" The summer pond is shaded by bamboos, and the maple trees sit on the high bank. Pond: waterside.

Sui Dynasty Yang Guang's "Summer Linjiang" The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the pond moon gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space. Write about the sunset, the moon, and enjoying the coolness in the summer evening.

Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "The South Pavilion is full of excitement" The small pond is retreating from the heat, and the tall trees are returning to the Tang Dynasty. Shen Quanqi's "Summer Evening in Zhi Province" The bitter nights in midsummer are short, open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness: 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. Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "A Tour of Kaiyuan Jingshe" The remaining clouds close in 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 Shaofu to Return to the County" The cloudy air begins in the summer half, and the clouds and scenery fall in the autumn. Summer half: halfway through summer, after half of the fifth month of the lunar calendar. Xi: The way the wind blows.

Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty "Sends off Liu Shifu" The remaining summer cicadas are all gone, and the wild geese bring the new autumn. Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty "The Banquet" In the summer of Meng in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving. The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. Meng Xia: early summer, refers to the fourth month of the lunar calendar.

Ci Zhu: The name of bamboo, also known as Zimu Bamboo. As compiled: as if arranged.

Mirage: The ancients thought 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 air of different densities and is refracted to show the distant view in the air. It is also called It's 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, and the forest is blocked by the sun. It is cold in summer. The sentence of "Meng Xia" is: the spring water waterfall on the rock is soaring into the sky, and a cloud is like a cloud hanging on a sunny day. A rain curtain. Linluo Sentence: The wisterias twine in the forest, and the thick shade blocks out the sun, making people feel cool in midsummer.

"Above Baoen Temple" by Fang Qian of the Tang Dynasty The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the towers are reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze blows, 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.

The smell of wheat when grass is better than flowers: the smell when wheat is harvested. Flowering time: the time when flowers bloom.

Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Early Summer Events" There is no need to hate Fangfei when she is gone. Keren: agreeable to people's wishes.

Song Dynasty Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March" The old orioles and their young are in the wind, the plums are fertilized by the rain, and the beautiful trees are clear and round in the afternoon. Jiashu: a good name for a 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 fills the courtyard with fragrance, and the sunken plums and floating melons are cold in the ice and snow. Sunken plums and floating melons: melons and fruits are soaked in cold water. Song Dynasty Li Chongyuan's "Recalling Wangsun·Xia Ci" The weather for trapped people is getting longer at the beginning of the day Zhu Shuzhen of the Song Dynasty "Ji Jing": "Thank you for the begonias flying away, and the weather for trapped people is getting longer at the beginning of the day."

The day is getting longer and the fence is falling. No one passes by, only dragonflies and butterflies fly in the Song Dynasty·Fan Chengda's "Pastoral Excitement in the Four Seasons" The breeze breaks the summer heat for three consecutive yen·Wang Hui's "Guo Shagou Shop" It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds in the Song Dynasty·Zhao Shixiu "A Appointment": "It rains every house during the yellow plum season, and there are frogs everywhere in the grass and ponds. I have an appointment and I don't come until midnight, so I knock the chess pieces and drop the lanterns."

The red and purple colors have turned into dust, and the sound of cuckoo is the new sign of summer. 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 brings the newness of summer.

There are endless mulberry trees on the road, and I realize that I am a man of peace." A dragonfly has already stood on the sharp corner.

8. Verses related to summer

Verses related to summer "Tasting Summer" We have walked through many ridges and climbed over many mountains. A winding path has led us in unknowingly. In the summer, I gave her a rose with lingering fragrance on my hand. She smiled and handed me a peach, took a bite of it, it was so sweet. The lingering sound of the harvester's march lingered. The shy wheat hid in the room. The sorghum and corn held back their energy. The sun shines on us, taking off our spring clothes and putting on skirts as thin as cicada wings. A considerate white towel gently wipes our sweat. Spring seeds are planted, and the roots of spring millet are deep and the leaves are lush, full of vitality. During the day of hoeing, the sweat moistens us in the afternoon. The selfless and joyful river sings and dances, constantly winking at us. Passionate hugs and intimate kisses make us feel comfortable. Autumn turns her into a fruit, and all the memories are treasured inside. Autumn intoxicates summer, turning the green into purple. But a pool of autumn water is as quiet as the pure and clear eyes of an eighteen-year-old girl, the lost dragonfly, and the beauty of flowers. The beauty and lingering love in summer are all condensed in the seeds, waiting for the next summer﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "This Summer" There will no longer be any nights in this summer. The sun in London is accompanying the moon in Beijing. Watching the Olympic Games side by side is like a fierce battlefield filled with smoke. Athletes, we are cheering for you and shouting. Tonight we have no sleep, only hope﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "The Taste of Summer" After the peach blossom, the heat is better than ever More sweat disappeared out of thin air in June, intercepting all my noise and restlessness and returning along a lotus pond with moonlight. The lotus leaves in my original longing memory began to fragrant 2. The breath of the village was fresh and quiet, and the surrounding trees were green and the breeze was gentle. The world is so pure at this moment when the cicada sound disappears! The fields, flowing water, and cooking smoke are simple and beautiful. The shepherd boy's piccolo in the sunset is elegant and long-lasting. 3 The jointing sound of corn seedlings is so beautiful. The fragrance of gardenia is romantic. In July, the countryside is humid and rainy, and the excessive simplicity and kindness are removed. A long-lasting guilt makes me feel at ease under the quiet night. 4 What is more important than the peace deep in the soul? Lower your head, come down and listen, there are more sounds, such as love, such as sincerity. Not far away, there is maturity and hope! ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "The Summer of Fire" In July, the burning city is sluggish in the heat wave. In a corner of the sultry streets, a girl in a blue skirt is looking for a piece of green shade. A shepherd boy in the burning wilderness in the suburbs. Driving a flock of white cloud-like sheep towards a cool river not far away﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ "This Summer" This summer, when it rains, I put all my emotions under the sun. , I always thought that the sunny weather at this moment would last for a long time. The hand you stretched out had no time to touch my back. The sun shone in from the side and the cicadas began to chirp endlessly. The river has overflowed, and many small fish are chasing their dreams. Swim out of my gate. Youth begins to roar. I hide in the dark and wait for time to open up the cracks in history like saw teeth. Those rusty stories gradually emerge from the water. The wind has not yet blown, and the dragonfly is already standing on top. I am waiting for you. , are you waiting for me? The window puts the distant scenery further away o (∩_∩)o I hope it can be helpful to you! ★★★★★Please give us your praise or adoption in time, thank you very much.