1. Excerpt a poem about summer

"Sigh on a Summer Night"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The sun never fades, the heat Steam 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.

When the sky is bright and clear, 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

In Mengxia, everything is flourishing, 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, and all my flesh and blood are far away.

There are no visitors 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?

"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 through 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.

"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. 2. Excerpt a poem about summer

"Summer Night Sigh" by Du Fu of the 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 rises in the sky. , the dense forest spreads out the light. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness. The imaginary light can see the thinnest, and the feathers and insects are also flying. Things are not big or small, they adapt to their own conditions. Thinking of Hogos, guarding the frontier in the poor years. What? From a wash, they looked at each other in the heat. They fought fiercely in the evening, and the noise was heard in all directions. Although the body was bruised, it was better to return home early. In the north city, the mournful hair was heard, and the storks howled and soared. The situation became restless and tired, and thoughts were intense. Shikang. "First Summer" Tang Bai, Juyi, Meng Xia, all things are nourishing, and animals and plants are in good condition for a while. Elks enjoy the deep forests, insects and snakes like abundant grass. Flying birds love dense leaves, and swimming scales delight in new algae. Where the heaven and harmony leave it, I am alone and withered. At the end of the day, all flesh and blood are far away. There are no visitors from the old country, and there are many soldiers. What's the use of being worried? It's 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 from drying out. The fish in the water is as cheap as mud, and the moxibustion is done in the morning and evening. In the morning, I go to the temple to eat, and in the evening I am drunk on the island in the lake. Why return to my hometown? Wheat flowers are snowy and cabbage flowers are sparse. The day is long and no one passes the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies fly. "Little Pond" Song Yang Wanli Spring silently cherishes the trickle, 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, which have been there for a long time The dragonfly stood on its head. "Sent off to the forest at dawn from Jingci Temple" Song Yang Wanli After all, in June, the scenery of the West Lake 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. "Looking at June 27th "Drunken Book on the Lake Tower" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Black clouds rolled over the ink but did not cover the mountains, and white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind came and blew away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower was like the sky. "Unknown Miscellaneous Poems" Ming Shi Naian's red sun was scorching like fire. , the field fields of rice are half withered and burnt. The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes, princes and grandsons are shaking their fans. 3. Excerpted sentences about summer

⊙Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer has come with green leaves jumping in the warm wind.

⊙The wind blows with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo calls from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring has returned."

⊙July , in the blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

⊙There is not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees stand listlessly and lazily.

⊙The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were so hot that they bent over and lowered their heads. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, make a faint but noisy chirp in the wheat and rye fields and in the reeds on the shore.

⊙The willow tree on the street seemed to be sick. The leaves were hung with dust and curled up on the branches, and the branches were motionless. The road was glowing with white light, and the vendors did not dare to shout. The plexiglass signs at the store entrances seemed to have been burned away by the sun.

⊙The willow tree on the tree-shaded street seemed to be sick, its leaves were hung with a layer of dust and curled up on the branches; the branches were too lazy to move, hanging down listlessly. The soil on the ground was hot from the sun, and a few dark-brown pot-bellied crickets were jumping around like springs.

The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins. 4. Excerpted sentences about summer

⊙Spring has gone with the falling flowers, and summer has come with green leaves jumping in the warm wind.

⊙The wind is blowing with a slight warmth, and the cuckoo's call is always heard. It is telling us: "Spring has returned." ⊙In July, the blue sky, the hanging The sun was like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

⊙There is not a cloud in the sky, not a bit of wind, a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees stand listlessly and lazily. ⊙The scorching sun was in the sky, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were so hot that they bent over and lowered their heads.

Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, make a faint but noisy chirp in the wheat and rye fields and in the reeds on the shore. ⊙The willow tree on the street seemed to be sick. The leaves were hung with dust and curled up on the branches, and the branches were motionless.

The road was glowing with white light, the vendors did not dare to shout, and the plexiglass signs at the store entrances seemed to have been burned by the sun. ⊙The willow tree on the tree-shaded street seems to be sick, its leaves are hung with a layer of dust and curled up on the branches; the branches are too lazy to move, hanging down listlessly.

The soil on the ground was hot from the sun, and several dark-brown pot-bellied crickets were jumping around like springs. The early summer sunshine shines through the dense layers of branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling light spots the size of copper coins. 5. Poems and appreciation about summer

Farewell to Lin Zifang at dawn from Jingci Temple

Song Yang Wanli

After all, in the middle of June at West Lake,

The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green,

The lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red.

Small Pond

Yang Wanli

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle,

The shade of the tree shines on the water and the water is clear and soft.

The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners.

A dragonfly has already stood on its head.

Pastoral miscellany of the four seasons

Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty

The plums are golden and the apricots are fat,

The wheat flowers, snow and white cauliflower are sparse.

No one passes the fence during the day,

Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.

(1) Poems containing the word "summer"

1. I am exhausted and don't know how hot it is, but I regret that the summer is long. (Bai Juyi's "Guan Mao Mao")

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

3. The first summer is still peaceful, and the grass has not stopped. (Xie Lingyun's "Traveling at Chishi and Sailing")

4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh")

5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat while sitting still. (Dai Xiu's "Big Heat")

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

7. The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn mist. (Cen Shen's "Xiuting Sends Hua Shun Wang Shaofu Back to the County")

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

9. The Qingjiang River embraces the village, and the Changxia River village is quiet and quiet. (Du Fu's "Shao Village")

10. Why regret Fang Fei's departure? Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan's "Odd Titles on a Dark Sun in March")

(2) Poems about summer scenes that do not contain the word "Xia"

1. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, There was already a greenfly standing on top. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pond")

2. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy pond. (Zhao Shixiu's "Appointment")

3. The mountains are green and the rivers are white, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of the rules. (Weng Juan's "April in the Countryside")

4. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. (Yang Wanli's "Walking off to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple at Dawn")

5. The bright moon leaves the branches frightened by magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. (Xin Qiji's "Moon on the West River·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road")

6. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. (Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion")

7. The green trees are close to the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. (Meng Haoran's "Crossing the Old Friend's Village")

8. Poplar flowers are spread on white felt along the path, and green coins are stacked on lotus leaves along the stream.

(Du Fu's "Quatrains")

9. It is cool in May in the thatched pavilion under the pine tree, and the clouds and trees in the tingsha are green in the evening. (Dai Shulun's "Ti Zhichuan Mountain Show")

10. Swallows come and go from Liang Shang, gulls in the water are close to each other. (Du Fu's "Jiangcun")

11. The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly, and the water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky. (Su Shi's "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th")

12. The plums are sour and splash on the teeth, and the bananas are green and covered with window screens. (Yang Wanli's "Having a Leisurely Life in Early Summer and Taking a Nap, Part 1") 6. Articles, ancient poems, and famous sayings about summer

In April, the fragrant flowers bloom, and in May, the midget sings

Show: Refers to grass plants producing 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 Dynasties

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.

Pool: waterside.

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: Describing the frog's chirping as playing music.

"Meng Xia" by Jia Yan of the Tang Dynasty 7. Who can write a poem about summer

Looking through the dusty old days, they are quietly eclipsed.

Looking eastward, the remaining lotus pods are full of happiness. At night in late summer, the breeze intoxicates the chirping insects at the base of the wall. A forest is lonely. A forest is crying, and the water is heavy.

Mountains and water are two parallel lines. Isolating two unrelated forests.

They have no eternal intersection. The reincarnation of time, the remaining moonlight envelopes the tranquility. On the eaves in late summer, the big cattail fans shake away the lingering dark clouds, leaving behind a squeaking ditty.

In front of the window in late summer, a helpless sycamore tree records the entire summer. At the end of summer, I say goodbye to summer. In a blink of an eye, the ground is covered with fallen leaves. At the beginning of autumn, two isolated forests begin to sprout.

In the forest at the end of summer, the rain dilutes the diffuse fog. A few weak sycamore leaves are abandoned. The moonlight in the quiet night turns over the treetops and is tired of the ruthlessness of parting. The remaining sunshine penetrates the transparent Langxia In the late lotus pond, dragonflies kiss the pink petals. The love is not over yet, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next late summer. That is a reason to meet.

The days when the cold wind invades the bone marrow make me miss the days when there were lotus leaves in the fields in late summer and early autumn. Then there was the warm sunset. I fold up the nostalgia and hold it close to my face, rubbing it with your fresh breath. The green lotus leaves are always floating in the evening breeze of memory. Traveling through life, no one can change her scheduled arrival. So, whose heart belongs to her, looking westward. How many mountains are there, I use a pencil.