1. Beautiful poems about July

Beautiful poems about July 1. What are the sentences about "the beauty of July"

1. I like your colorful July, your hotness, your persistence, your unpredictable sky, and your frank nature. All things have accelerated their maturity because of your heat. Your nectar grows harmoniously and happily. All things know the meaning of perseverance and endurance in life because of your test. All things are better tempered because of your changes.

2. Walking into July, we can vaguely see that 1.3 billion Chinese people have succeeded one after another, and along the way, after 90 years, they have built historical monuments of the Republic of China!

3. Entering July, people seem to have really arrived in the hot summer. The sun is like fire and it is unbearable.

4. July is as urgent, as fierce, and as affectionate as fire.

5. I understand the July with the flickering fireflies, and there is clearly a kind of comfort from afar, which wraps up your clothes that have been blown open by the wind.

6. I like July because of your sincere sunshine and your sincere dedication to autumn. The golden autumn will be richer because of your savings, and mankind will survive because of your dedication.

7. In July, you dance in the dark, and I can no longer see you clearly.

8. July is destined to be the day of separation and sorrow. The return of students and the quietness of peaches and plums slowly come. However, it is still very hot in this summer. I follow the example of others and tidy up. The luggage has also picked up the mood, and is packed together with the past, just hoping not to mess up the flower season again and misidentify others. Then, look back, smile, turn around and leave...

9. In July, when the sun is burning like a furnace, the lively and busy time of my hometown has arrived.

10. July brings me a prelude to success, a happy time to recollect passion and experience a beautiful life. July you ignited my passion.

11. The fire in July is a passionate fire, a beautiful fire, lighting up the lanterns in the orange garden, fragrant the lotus roots in the water, and ripening the crops in the ground...

2. Poems describing July

1. I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but I regret that the summer is long.

(Bai Juyi: "Guan Mao Mao") 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 Chishi into the Sailing Sea)) 4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so I open my xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. (Du Fu: "Sigh on Summer Nights") 5. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat when I sit still.

(Dai Fuzhu: "The Great Heat") 6. Everyone suffers from the heat, but I love the long summer (Li Ang: "Summer Couplet") 7. The remaining clouds close the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn. Lan.

(Cen Shen: "Shui Pavilion Sends the Prince of Huayin Back to the County") 8. It rains continuously and you don't know the end of spring, but you can only feel the summer when it clears up (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing") 9. Qingjiang. A song hugs the village, and everything in the Changxia River Village is quiet.

(Du Fu: "Jiangcun") 10. There is no need to regret that Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu's yang and yin are pleasant. (Qin Guan: "The Dark Day of March." "Odd title")

3. Describe beautiful words or sentences in July

Words:

July Fire

Sentences: < /p>

1. In July, a fireball-like sun hangs in the blue sky, and the clouds seem to be burned by the sun and disappear without a trace.

2. Summer. The clear sky is brilliant, the sky is so blue, and the sunlight is so strong. The sky and the earth are in a dazzling light. The summer sun is the most diligent in the year. It gets up early in the morning, at five or six in the morning. The morning light has already faded, and at six or seven o'clock in the evening, the moon is about to be squeezed out, but the hard-working sun is still lingering, and has not yet "get off work".

3. It's midsummer in July. There is no cloud in the blue sky, the fiery sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot, and the soil is smoking

4. What are the beautiful poems about "Chinese Valentine's Day"

1. "The Fisherman's Proud Chinese Valentine's Day"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi

The beautiful morning glory of the Han woman on the river is speechless.

Looking through the blue clouds and the sunset, there is no place to look for.

Dreaming of fragrant grass growing in Chunpu. >

The bright moon shines affectionately on the house, but takes it away.

2. "Qixi"

Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Mei Yaochen

It is said that the Weaver Girl crossed the Ming River on the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Who has seen the divine light in this world? , the old custom is false.

Five-color golden fruit, spiders nesting in waves

3. "Qixi Rain"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Zhu Yuefan.

In the middle of the night, there is a heavy rain, and I feel sorry for the cow girl crossing the river.

The magpies flying in Wutai are frightened, and the long-awaited fireflies wash over me.

It doesn't matter that the golden pot can continue to leak, it's just because the jade chopsticks are still stained with tassel.

There are also good times in the world, and I am worried about seeing Lantao wandering around in Taiqing.

4. "Qixi Festival of 1911"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Bei Qiong

For five nights, there are phoenix shuttles in the sky, and I look at the stars in the Palace of Eternal Life.

The jade ring will be filled with endless hatred, even more than the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.

5. "Chinese Valentine's Day"

Era: Ming Dynasty Author: Huang Shude

Whether or not a magpie rides on a bridge, the star will meet every year on this eve.

People at that time should not be surprised that the passage of years is better than the difference in human life.

5. Sentences to describe July

1. In July, you dance in the dark, and I can no longer see you clearly.

2. In July, mountains, rivers, beliefs, and poems are particularly high-spirited; in July, life, all things, and youth are particularly vigorous.

3. In July, when the sun is burning like a furnace, the lively and busy time of my hometown has arrived.

4. In July, the small mountain village is soaked with sweat and is salty; it is burned by the fire and is hot; it is soaked by laughter and is sweet; it is boiling. The hot pot is spicy and fragrant, the fragrance is refreshing, the laughter is sweet, there is joy and busy scenes everywhere.

5. July, another sunny July! There is a flag waving in the earth in July; there is a desire surging in the sky in July.

6. July is destined to be the day of separation and sorrow. The return of students and the quietness of peaches and plums slowly come. However, it is still very hot in this summer. I follow the example of others and tidy up. The luggage has also picked up the mood, and is packed together with the past, just hoping not to mess up the flower season again and misidentify others. Then, look back, smile, turn around and leave...

7. July brings me the prelude to success, brings me the opportunity to reminisce about passion and experience the happy time of a beautiful life. In July, you ignite my passion. .

8. The fire in July is a passionate fire, a beautiful fire, lighting up the lanterns in the orange garden, fragrant the lotus roots in the water, and ripening the crops in the ground...

9. July is as urgent, as fierce, and as affectionate as fire.

10. I understand the July with the flickering fireflies, and there is clearly a kind of comfort from afar, which wraps up your clothes that have been blown open by the wind.

6. What are the ancient poems and verses collected about July?

"Sunday Gift to Master Zhang"

(Tang Dynasty) Ling Guchu came to this world to be worthy of Zhongyuan. If you don't offer yuan, you won't have time to spare. Burning incense quietly in the Immortal Temple, knowing the master is far away and paying homage to Yujing Mountain.

"Zhongyuan Riguan Dharma"

(Tang Dynasty) Lu Gong's "Four Meng Meets the Autumn Preface", the three yuan is in the air. The clouds welcome the blue sky, and the chapter plays in the Jade Palace. The altar drips with locust flower dew, and the fragrance floats in the cypress wind. The feathery clothes are misty, and the Yao hub rolls through the void. I have long admired Xiake's meals, and often feel sad about gathering polygonum insects. How to teach the green bag? From now on, I will visit Hong's family.

"Zhongyuan Guan Dharma Shibu Xuxu"

(Tang Dynasty) Yin Yao Fan Wudu opened the secret record, Mr. Bai Shili. The autumn light in the upper world is pure, and the night air in Zhongyuan is clear. The stars are facing the emperor, and the cranes are frightened and their steps are silent. The flowers in the jade cave have long hair, and the moon in the pearl palace is the brightest. Sweeping the altar, the world is solemn, and ghosts and gods are frightened when they throw a bamboo slip. Tuan gave me the sword, the medicine, and the immortality.

"Zhongyuan Works"

(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin came to Piaopiao Palace during the Zhongyuan Dynasty, and returned to the Qing Dynasty in the Zhongyuan Dynasty. Sheep Quan must be stripped of gold bars, and Wen Qiao will eventually become a jade mirror stand. I will be frightened to sleep when I hear the rain passing by, but I don’t know that I am lost because the flowers are blooming. There is no way to reach Yingzhou, and the green sparrow is like a poisonous bird.

"Zhongyuan Night"

Zhongyuan Night (Tang Dynasty) Li Ying On the Zhongyuan Night at the Water Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, the moon goddess was seen beside the golden millet fence. The red candle shadow returns to the fairy state, and the green ring light moves and sees many people. The fragrant and colorful palace is filled with orchids and musk deer, and the dew is wrapped around the green clothes mixed with Qi Luo. The Xiangshui River is far away in the Wu Gorge in the night sky, and I don’t know how I want to return.

"The Taoist Companion on the Night of the Zhongyuan Dynasty (Choose One)>

(Tang Dynasty) Lu Guimeng The wind and dew in Juzhai has cleared away, but Mr. Dongguo's illness has not been cured. A lonely pillow is easy for a cricket to break up a dream, but a short eaves is difficult for a swallow to pass on a letter. The broad clouds cover the sun and you should be close, but the flowers planted in my reflection are still sparse. I only envy the feathered man's lapel, which is like water, and his steps are empty.

"Writing at Baihuazhou on the Night of the Zhongyuan Dynasty"

(Northern Song Dynasty) Fan Zhongyan The governor of Nanyang was so mad that he admired the moon before the Mid-Autumn Festival. I forget to go home at night in Baihuazhou, the green trees are silent and smooth. The blue sea spits out bright pearls, and the cold brilliance shoots out precious stars. Downstairs in the west building, looking at the human world, Yingran is all in a clear jade pot. The scorching heat has always been unavoidable, but it is not God's will to be cold tonight. A flute blows away thousands of miles of clouds, the host sings loudly and the guests get drunk. When the guests are drunk, they start to dance and chase me with songs. How can they not sing and dance like an old man?

"Zi Jin is presented in the rain of the Zhongyuan Dynasty"

(Southern Song Dynasty) Zhu Xi. This is the festive season, and the cool rain suddenly surprises the autumn. The orchid path is lush in the late Jin Dynasty, and the trees in Xiao Yuting are quiet. Once the inflammation has gone, the beautiful platform will not remain. The sword and pen follow the situation, and the hustle and bustle of the world and the heart are at rest. Sitting upright and speaking satirically, burning incense is really a joke. Zi also plays literature and history, and enjoys traveling with him.

"Seeing the Moon in the Zhongyuan Dynasty"

(Ming Dynasty) Bian Gong Sitting in love with the clear light is good, but it is deeper without going downstairs. Not because it is a leap month, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Zhongyuan Rizhao Zhongzuo"

(Ming Dynasty) Zhu Yuefan Pottery pillow with single quilt and plain screen, lying alone in the sky in the rain. Wangchuan was originally planned to be a temple, but the internal historian was invited to write scriptures in the new era. The bamboos on the window make autumn feel lonely, and the letters of begging for food from the Bon orchid are floating in the air.

I will have to escape from Zen principles for many years, and I will be in a state of silence for a long time, unwilling to wake up.

"Reflections on the Ghost Festival"

(Qing Dynasty) Wang Kaitai The ashram purifies the ghosts, and the original Yulan ancient meaning remains. But it's strange that the red paper is posted on the door, and the meat mountain and the sea of ??wine celebrate the Chinese New Year.

"Chang'an Zaxing Bamboo Branch Body"

(Qing Dynasty) Pang Na Ten thousand trees are cool and frosty, the air is clear, and the nine roads are bright in the middle of the first month. Children are competing to grasp the lotus leaves, and thousands of silver flowers scatter the city on fire.

7. Ancient poems describing July

Guo Feng·Bin Feng·July

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

July Fire , giving clothes in September. On the first day, there is hair, and on the second day, the body is strong. Without clothes and brown, how can one die at this age? On the third day, he was in Shu, and on the fourth day, he raised his toes. My wife and I are enjoying the southern acres and the fields.

The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September. On a sunny day in spring, there is the sound of Cang Geng. The woman holds the Yi basket, follows his subtle movements, and seeks the softness of love. The spring day is late, and I am picking Qi Qi. The woman's heart is sad, and she is almost as dead as the son.

The fire flows in July, and the grass grows in August. Silkworms are growing mulberry trees in the moonlight, and I will use that ax to cut down the mulberry trees from far away. In July, the tune is played, and in August, achievements are recorded. Zai Xuan Zai Huang, I, Zhu Kongyang, am the prince.

In April, the vines show, and in May, the worms sing. It was harvested in August and lost in October. One day, I met a raccoon dog and took that fox and made it the prince's fur. On the second day, he showed off his martial arts skills and said that he kept his pigs for himself and offered them to the public.

In May, katydids stir, in June, partridges vibrate, July is in the wild, August is in the sky, September is at home, and in October crickets come under my bed. The dome suffocates the smoked rats and marches towards Yihu. My wife said that she wanted to change her age, so she came into this room.

In June, we eat eucalyptus and sage, in July we eat sunflower seeds and bean sprouts, in August we peel jujubes, and in October we harvest rice. This is the spring wine to celebrate our longevity. In the seventh month, I eat melons, in the eighth month I break the pot, in the ninth month I gather tea and firewood, and I feed my peasants.

In September, fields and gardens were built, and in October, crops were harvested. The millet and millet are heavy on the grain, and the hemp and wheat are heavy. Hey, I am a farmer, since my crops are the same, I will go to the palace to perform the merits. During the day, you are on the Mao, and at night, you are hanging on the bamboo. When he needed a house, he began to sow hundreds of grains.

On the second day, the ice was cut and rushed, and on the third day, it was collected in the cold sky. On the fourth day, when there are no fleas, sacrifice a lamb to a leek. The frost is eliminated in September, and the fields are washed away in October. When we have a drink and a feast, we talk about killing the lamb. Entering the court hall, calling him the eldest son, and having a long life.

Translation:

In July the fires fall to the west, and in September women sew cold clothes. The north wind blows strongly in November, and the cold air blows in December. How can I spend the end of the year without good clothes or rough clothes? In the first month, we started to repair the hoe and plow, and in the second month, we went to the fields to cultivate. He took his wife and children with him and delivered the rice to the land in the sun. The field official was very happy.

In July the fires fall to the west, and in September women sew cold clothes. The spring sunshine is warm and the oriole sings gracefully. The girl carried a deep bamboo basket and walked along the path. Reach out to pick the tender mulberry leaves, the days are getting longer with the coming of spring. People came and went to pick the white mugwort, and the girl felt very sad, fearing that she would marry a nobleman in another country.

In July, the fire will fall to the west, and in August, the reeds will be cut. In March, I pruned the mulberry branches and got a sharp axe. Cut off the tall and long branches and pick the young mulberries on the thin branches. In July, shrike cries, and in August, weaving of flax begins. The dyed silk can be either black or yellow, but my red color is brighter, dedicated to making clothes for noble people.

Polygala bears seeds in April, and cicadas scream in May. The fields are busy harvesting in August, and the leaves on the trees fall in October. In November, go up to the mountains to hunt raccoon dogs. You can hunt good fox furs and give them to the nobles to make fur coats. In December, the hunters gather and continue to practice their hunting skills. If you hunt a small pig, you can keep it for yourself; if you hunt a big pig, you can offer it to the prince.

In May, grasshoppers bounce their legs and cry, in June, weavers flutter their wings. Crickets are in the fields in July, and come under the eaves in August. Crickets come through the door in September and crawl under my bed in October. Block the rat holes, smoke out the rats, seal the north window and paste the cracks in the door. I sigh that my wife and children are so pitiful. At the end of the year and the New Year approaching, I moved into this house to make myself safe.

In June we eat plums and grapes, in July we cook sunflower and beans. Date harvesting begins in August, and rice harvesting begins in October. The brewed spring wine is delicious and fragrant, and brings longevity to the owner. You can eat melons in July, and pick gourds in August. In September, we pick up autumn pockmarks, pick bitter herbs and cut firewood to feed the farmers and put their minds at ease.

The threshing floor is built in September, and the crops are harvested in October. Millet, early and late rice, millet, hemp, beans and wheat are all put into the warehouse. I sigh that I am a farmer who works so hard. I have just finished harvesting my crops and am building a palace for the official family. During the day, I had to cut thatch, and at night, I was busy rubbing ropes. Hurry up and repair the house, and you have to plant hundreds of grains in the spring.

In December, the ice is cut and washed, and in the first month, it is moved into the ice cellar. At the beginning of February, ancestors are worshiped and leeks and lambs are offered. Frost comes in September, and the threshing floor is cleaned in October. Two troughs of fine wine were served to the guests, and a lamb was slaughtered for everyone to taste. Climb up to the master's temple, raise a glass of wine to honor the master, and shout in unison that longevity is boundless.

Extended information:

Work introduction:

"Guo Feng·Bin Feng·July" is the first poetry collection in ancient China, "The Book of Songs" of a poem. This poem reflects the agricultural production conditions and farmers' daily life in the early Zhou Dynasty. It not only has important historical value, but is also an outstanding narrative and lyrical poem.

The whole poem is divided into eight chapters. The first chapter is written from the end of the year to the beginning of spring plowing; the second chapter is about women's sericulture; the third chapter is about the production of cloth and clothing; the fourth chapter is about hunting wild animals; the fifth chapter is about the end of the year and cleaning up the house for the winter; Chapter 6 talks about collecting fruits and vegetables and making wine, which are all for the public. The food collected for oneself is melons, hemp seeds, bitter herbs and the like.

The seventh chapter writes about doing house repairs or indoor work for the government after the harvest is completed, and then repairing the own hut; the last chapter writes about the work of cutting ice and the annual year-end drink. This poem uses the technique of "fu" throughout, surrounding the word "bitter". It is written in the order of seasons, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, from farming and raising silkworms to hunting and cutting ice, reflecting the multi-level work aspects of the four seasons of the year. and high-intensity labor, the language is simple and unpretentious, and it is written entirely in a narrative way. The tone is sad and bitter, as if it is crying out a heavy history.

Baidu Encyclopedia - Guofeng·Binfeng·July

8. What are the sentences praising July

1 , Eat melons in the seventh month, break the pot in the eighth month, and unclean the juju in the ninth month.

2. Farmer Fang Xiayun, I dare to eat while sitting still. 3. Harsh words hurt people in July.

4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, so open the xuan to enjoy the slight coolness. 5. July is outdoors, August is in the house, September is at home, and in October crickets come under my bed.

6. I am too exhausted to know the heat, but it is a pity that the summer is long. 7. Summer is a leap, autumn is early, and July is full of excitement.

8. In June, eat Yu and Azulen, and in July, cook Sunflower and Shu. 9. July is full of fire, dull and silent.

10. In the midsummer of July, in the clear blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball and roasted everything on the earth mercilessly. The earth was scorched and hot by the sun, and it seemed as if a huge steam envelope was covering the ground, making it suffocating.

Even the clouds in the sky couldn't bear it anymore and hid quietly. 11. The first summer is still peaceful, and the fragrant grass has not stopped yet.

12. In July of that year, I failed the college entrance examination. 13. In Xinjiang in July, the most ideal thing is to ride a horse up to the Tianshan Mountains.

14. In July in Jinan, the sun is scorching hot and the people are sweating like rain. In July this year, the temperature reached 38 degrees, which was very uncomfortable sauna weather.

15. July finally comes in the call of midsummer. It seems a little sad, as if it is sinking at the bottom of the water with wet moisture, or it seems to be sinking in the mountains, with birds flying here and there. I still can't get rid of all the boredom. All the days are like twigs. When one branch is picked up, there will be another branch. The days pass slowly as the birds fly tirelessly to pick up one.

16. After the Qi in July, metal and fire compete. 17. In the West Lake in July, the sun is blazing in the sky, the lotus flowers are blooming, like a beautiful woman lowering her eyes and smiling softly, as if to soothe my excited heart.

18. Living deep in Foujia City, spring is gone and summer is still clear. 19. Jinan in July is hot and dreary, and a breeze blows, making people unable to feel the slightest bit of coolness.

20. For more than three generations, everyone knows about astronomy. "Fire in July" is also a farmer's saying.