Who has a poem about summer?

Tang Bai Juyi

Spring pools accumulate water late, and summer trees abound. The boat is like a wild crossing, and the fence falls like a river village.

Touch the piano mattress quietly and open the door of the wine cellar. Get a little grandson if you have nothing to do.

Summer job

Tang Bai Juyi

Geyi is simple and simple, and the gauze cap is light and wide.

A coat and a hat can keep you warm.

Stop at me, why be Luowan.

Bamboo shoots are tender in the rainforest, and the morning dew is fresh in the garden.

Boil sunflowers and shoot tender bamboo shoots. You can cook Korean food.

Stop at my mouth, why bother.

After the meal was finished, my stomach was really big.

Dance in front of the courtroom and sleep under a safe window.

It doesn't cost money to raise things outside, and it's no trouble to return home.

No, it's hard to spend, and it's easy to worry about God.

I will die in a few days, and I have to die.

Seiryuji in early summer.

Tang Bai Juyi

After a light rain, the dust was flying and the ground stood high on a long slope.

Outside the Nishi Temple, it is prosperous and peaceful.

There are idle old monks standing, and there are no customers.

The residual meaning is exhausted, and the new leaves are more shaded.

Spring has come and gone for a few days, and Xia Yun is suddenly senile.

It is the feeling of the season, and the years are dark.

Hu Weiwei loves this city and won't go back to Luo Yan?

Castle peak, how about asking yourself?

Nothing to do in summer

Tang Bai Juyi

I don't go out in summer, and no guests come.

There are deep curtains in the quiet room and new floors in the yard.

When I returned to the shore, I was proud of myself.

Clean your pillow and sleep in a cool place.

What do you have for lunch? One or two flavors of fish.

There are not many summer clothes, and there are only three or five things about banana yarn.

If you give enough money, you will get tired of long things.

Compared with others, I am too rich today.

Xia Yun

Don

The potential energy turned into a beautiful mountain, which grew high in an instant. Birds can't fly, but strong winds can blow them away.

One day in Wanzhou, forget the site. If you want it to rain in summer, smell the thunder on the river first.

Summer sigh

Don du fu

Summer comes out in the northeast, and the mausoleum is in the middle of the street. Zhu guang is thick and thick. Why should I open it?

God hasn't thundered for a long time, and nothing is a good command. There is not enough rain, and fertile land rises in yellow dust.

Birds died in the heat, and the fish in the pond dried up their silt. Ten thousand people are redundant, only looking to Hao Lai.

Up to now, Hebei has become a tiger and a jackal. I miss thistle. Wang Shian is here.

You can't eat for the sky, and your heart is not harmonious. At the beginning of Guan Zhen, it was difficult to be with several children.

Summer night sigh

Don du fu

Before sunset, the inflammation was steaming and poisoning my intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt.

Kazuki Watanabe musicians are born in heaven, and there are few forests. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool.

When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. Things have no details and are adaptive.

Miss Pigos, and keep the border in poor years. Why are you washing and looking at each other?

Diao Dou was hit at night, and the noise was even 10,000 square meters. Although the purple is covered, it is better to return to China early.

North city is sad, storks fly. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Tang gaopian

Green trees, deep shadows, long summer, the reflection of the tower in the pond.

The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant.

Summer conjunctions

Tang Lian

Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days. (Li Ang)

The smoke from the kitchen is coming from the south, and the temple pavilion is slightly cool. (Liu Gongquan)

Looking at the summer dusk

Tang guanxiu

I feel sad when I get on the boat to chat. Tao Kan Han Xi Temple, where is it now?

Sha Ting is dry and foggy, and Pingchuan Mountain Fire shines everywhere. Finally, things will return to the East, and war will fill Xu Tian.

summer

Tang hanhe

The new leaves of the court tree are not formed, and the jade steps are quiet.

When the wind does not move, the oolong sleeps, and sometimes the charming shadow calls its name.

Summer night

Tang hanhe

Strong winds floated with electricity, dark clouds were born, and it rained in the high forest.

After a long night, the rain stopped and the wind subsided, but the broken clouds in Ryutsuki were oblique.

early summer

Tanghusu

I can't help thinking about the jurisdiction of the well, and I can't help sinking during the day.

Sleep is shocking, the language is shifting, and the sick spider silk is half in the piano.

The rain path is chaotic, flowers bury the past, and the pruning bamboo in the moon porch turns cool and cloudy.

Know how much a bottle of spring wine costs, and find out all the money in the bag for gold.

Summer night

Tangjiadao

The original temple is near and the gate is beautiful. There are many leaves attached to the chin, and the moon and clouds are separated.

Bird in the mountain, monk by the sea. Only when you are worried about autumn can you steam in inflammation.

Deng Nan building on a summer night.

Tangjiadao

Looking at the moon in the cold building on the waterfront, Lin Xia saw Yueyang River first.

Xiaoxin firefly reported the autumn letter, and I don't know where Bodhi is.

Zhuang Jiangnan Xia Meng

Tangjiaao

Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River grows bamboo shoots. Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra.

Summer in the mountains

Tang Libai

Lazy to shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest. Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.

Song at 4 o'clock at midnight: Summer Song

Tang Libai

On the mirror lake, there are more than 300 miles, all of which are Ke and Ke.

Lunatone is picking lotus here, and all the people who come to see him are very anxious.

Less than a month after returning home, she was elected to the palace.

On the way in summer

Tanglikuo

Trees are caught in the windy road, and pedestrians are sparse at noon. At the beginning of cicada, butterflies fly.

The sun deceives the mirror, and the locust paste is white. I feel less glorious when I come back in vain.

summer

Don

There are many trees in your house, and the first autumn wind is good. Love is idle, and dreams are in the mountains.

The exposed color floats on the cold tiles, and the fluorescence drops on the dark lumps. After listening to the beautiful sentences, he Han is west or east.

Late summer

Tangliu deren

Dusk is westerly, and time is half empty. When the mountain light turns blue, the leaves turn red.

Qiu Cheng envied the old farmer because he was ashamed of learning. People who believe in justice will not cry in Luqi.

Summer under the mountain

Don Li Shanfu

After waiting for three days, I lay alone on this high mountain. I am hot, and the wind is cool with autumn.

No matter how famous you are, you can rest by chanting. Outside the world of mortals, Yunxi is good for washing water.

Jinling county xiari building

Tang Lizhong

Things are simple and quiet, and the curtain rises in the summer heat. Stir-fry green tea according to the classic, and it will cool when you enter the bamboo.

As far as recruiting Zen guests is concerned, forget the opportunity to catch Weng. It is cool in the evening, and the sea and the moon are out of the wall.

summer

Don

The screen window reflecting the sun is deep and idle, with peach and pomegranate shade.

Silver bottles turn to Tonghua wells, and heavy hookahs sell Jinboshan.

Paper is like a bed, leaning on a piano, and a painted bronze mirror is lazy.

Who accompanied the drama in the Ming dynasty, when I was young, I met in a narrow way.

Occasionally in summer and during the day

Liutang Zongyuan

The summer in Yongzhou was wet and hot, so that the man dozed off drunk, pushed open the north window and had a long sleep.

When I woke up at noon, I only felt the silence of the earth and the sound of a cup of tea when new tea was smashed in the bamboo forest.

Summer in the mountains

Tangmengguan

The mountain is suitable for summer, and the portal reflects light. Natsume Yinxi Road, daytime clouds bury the stone bed.

Calm, cool clothes in spring. In the world of mortals, who knows this is prosperity.

Xia Yu

Tang peidu

Climbing upstairs to escape the midsummer, everything is dusty. Across the street, when it rains, it thunders against the tree.

The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy. After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood.

Summer is the most important thing.

Tang peishuo

Living outside, the door is quiet, but sitting on the steps every day. Magpies are happy to send letters, but they can't recite poems.

Bamboo shoots wear old bamboo and plum blossoms stand idle branches. At this time, there is no dust and no scratching, which the monks call appropriate.

Summer in Jiang Shang

Tang Qiji

Everywhere is clear and cloudy, like a stream, and the fire clouds rise and lean on the air.

Outside the cold lake in Qian Shan, a cool breeze shook the west of Chu.

The shade of trees is easy to break, and the grass is far away, but it is difficult to be low.

Old Garden and Old Temple are near Xiangjiang River, and bamboo smoke is deeper than bird singing.

Happy summer rain

Tang Qiji

Clouds and shadows meet in the suburbs, and the rain comes thousands of miles. Wash away all the red flowers and freshen the air.

The noise floats in the Chu temple, and the little three exposes Jingtai. If you want to own this car, you will be thirsty.

Xia ri Cao Tang

Tang Qiji

Shaquan brings a thatched cottage, and the paper account rolls an empty bed. Quiet is the real news, and singing is not vulgar.

The garden sits in a clear shadow, and the plum blossoms chew red incense. Who lives in the original west temple, the bell sends the sunset.

Summer forest agriculture

Tang Qiji

Don't worry about summer, don't speculate with each other, Sensen is just around the corner. It's not dawn yet, so I just smell cicadas sitting alone.

The grass will not die, but the flowers will not wither. Autumn wind leaves here, full of new articles.

Summer job

Tang Qiji

Swallows are homophonic, and the wind pool is full. It's too late to be surprised now, and I'm glad.

The bamboo crowd is cool and deceives the water, and the moss is green and wins the sand. No shame, lonely sundaes, and poetry.

early summer

Don Qian Qi

Chu Kuang's life experience is full of hatred, and it is the magic to go to the doctor if he is sick.

How lonely the calyx is in spring, and Ye Yingqing welcomes summer.

Good birds shake deep trees, while beautiful women wear purple flowers.

The troops can't read poetry, and the scenery is poor.

summer

Tang Tang anonymous.

Chi Di flag greeted Yun Qi, and Nanshan stone cracked a black cow and died.

Embroidering shrimp whiskers with tin foil every night is like a perfume bed.

Red grapes burn ice wells every day, and ancient dust flies and wild smoke is quiet.

Emperor Han Gaotang sweated profusely, and Banji Yue Ming didn't stop.

Yu Xia

Tangwangjia

Not only to fight drought and relieve summer heat, but also to save people. The world is steaming wet, and the garden is like spring.

Wash the wind and clear the pillow, and lose dust at night. Looking forward to a good year, Fu Tian smiled at people.

First smell of summer cicada

Don Wei Wu Ying

The summer heat has not passed, and the scene of cicada singing has long since disappeared. When you knew where it was, a tall tree invaded the clouds.

When the sad voice meets the decay of teeth, the festival is wandering. I still remember the day in the suburban garden, and I had to smell it in the stream.

Summer night

Tangweizhuang

Move the couch to the water, open the cupboard and enjoy the cool night. The stars are full of worries and the day is hot, and the dew is fragrant.

Frogs breathe, spiders die and shine. Autumn is singing, and it is raining on the western wall.

summer

Tang Wengtao

Because of long-term support, where can we ask for poverty?

There are countless silks in the north of Liu Chang and countless clouds in the south.

Smoke and dust float in the wild, and curtains in high buildings stir the wind.

Body and mind are already in the hustle and bustle, but I admire the surging waves to catch Weng.

Yu Xia

Tang xueneng

There are plenty of fish in the sea. There is a rush to remove the sound everywhere, and the residual potential leans towards the building.

Red leaves are covered with trees, and flowers fall with dust. Xiaoxiang infinite thinking, glanced at Jane.

Summer night

Don

It was quiet in the middle of the night, sitting alone and walking around. Dense tree shadows and moon shadows, sparse hedge water and sound insulation.

Apes break it, which is called the valley, and birds shake it. Celebrity loneliness, who knows today.

Xia ri shan ju

Don Yu Xuan Ji

I moved to Xianju, and I haven't planted flowers since then.

In front of the court, Shu Ya set up a clothes rack and sat on the new spring glass.

The porch sill is dark, the bamboo path is deep, and there are a lot of books in the front.

Sing the bright moon in an idle boat, and the trade winds blow back.

Xia ri xian ju

Tang zhangji

No matter how the door is closed, summer will be long. Early cicadas are lonely, and new bamboo is cool.

Idle to the book case, see the moving bed. Self-pity, still in class.

In early summer

Song Sima Guang

April is sunny and sunny, and after a storm comes a calm, Nanshan has clearly become a household.

There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is sunny.

Get up in early summer

Song Yang Wanli

Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.

Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.

Summer miscellaneous poems

Chen Wenshu in Qing Dynasty

The water window is low and the painting column is open, and the pillow is thin and leaking jade.

One night, the rain became a dream, and Qiu Lai was given a lotus leaf.