Poetry about a quiet summer.

1. What poems describe "tranquility"? 1, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. —— Excerpted from Chai Lu by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty.

This article describes the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests near Chai Lu in the evening.

2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. -From "Autumn Night in the Mountains" by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty.

It describes the quiet evening scene after the rain seen by the mountain people in early autumn, and places the poet's noble feelings and pursuit of the ideal realm.

3. The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, and the cold anvil is intermittent and the wind is intermittent. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. -from the five dynasties' Li Yu's "Making Up a Play, Quiet in the Deep Courtyard"

Describe the autumn wind, when the dead of night, thinking of recruiting people outside, evoking endless hatred and acacia. Therefore, I can't sleep at night and my mind is full of worries.

4, people are idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -from Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" in the Tang Dynasty

Describe the spring night, silent, green mountains and forests, and more empty scenery.

5. Drink Dongpo drunk at night and come back like three nights. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river. The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp. The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life. -From Su Shi's "Linjiang Fairy, Drink Dongpo at night, and get drunk before you rest" in the Song Dynasty.

2. A sentence describing a quiet summer night: the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze crows at midnight. A fireball-like sun hung in the blue sky in July, and the clouds seemed to be melted by the sun and disappeared without a trace.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind. Grass, reeds and red, white and purple wildflowers are steamed by the fiery red sun hanging high in the air, and the air is filled with sweet and intoxicated breath.

There is not a cloud in the air, there is not a wind, there is a scorching sun overhead, and all the trees are standing there listlessly and lazily. In midsummer July, there is not a cloud in the blue sky. The sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is boiling hot, and the soil in the field is smoking.

The sun is like a fireball of the boss, the light is burning, the road surface is scorched by the scorching sun, and a pile of white smoke is stepped on. Willow leaves roll, flowers and grass bow their heads, the earth is steaming, the lake is boiling hot, and dragonflies fly around the lake in a low voice. This is good news, it's going to rain! The evening breeze in early summer, with the delicate fragrance of jujube flowers and Chinese rose flowers, floated into this simple and comfortable living room.

One night in summer, the stars were shining in the sky, and a cool breeze dispersed the residual heat during the day, and the earth was silent. It was a long summer without rain, and the old loach in the field was turned white by the scorching sun. The stream near the village dropped several inches, and the stones above the water suddenly became bigger.

In early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, and the green leaves are lined with safflower, which is very beautiful. Seen from a distance, it looks like a blazing fire and a red sunset rising at dusk.

Ah, I love the starry sky on a summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious! Zanxia is undeniable. Spring is colorful, autumn is golden everywhere, and winter is covered with silver, which really makes people fall. However, summer also has its own gorgeous costumes.

Which corner of summer is not full of green that symbolizes life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, you can see green Yuan Ye everywhere. Dark green mountains are like huge waves on the ocean, connected by waves, extending to distant places and connected with the gray-blue sky. The whole earth has become a huge carpet stretching around, lush and full of vitality. In summer, the scorching sun hangs high in the sky like a big fireball.

It stung us hard to open our eyes. On the way, the asphalt was softened by the sun.

A heat wave hit the face and made people breathless. On the big trees on both sides of the road, cicadas kept barking, as if to say, it's hot, it's hot.

The flowers bowed their heads and the grass bent down, all looking listless. Where are the children? Hiding in the swimming pool one by one

Look at the children in the swimming pool next to you. They are so dense that only their small heads are exposed. The inevitable heat in hot summer is really a headache, whether you are walking on the road under the scorching sun or have entered the shadow of trees and houses; Whether in the morning or at night, the heat of that summer is always with you, haunting you, which is really annoying.

A square on a summer night, the weather finally cooled down, and people went to the square for a walk in unison. There are many people there, men, women and children. The colorful lights in the square are lit up, making the square bright. A gust of wind is blowing, so cool! Everyone is chatting in the square. Old people sit under the tree and fan their fans leisurely. Some people are singing, some are walking and chatting, and some are dancing. Everyone had a good time in the square.

Summer Rain In the summer afternoon, I sat at the window doing my homework, and looked up and saw dark clouds and a gray sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly, sand and stones flew and branches were scattered all over the floor.

After a while, it began to rain. At first, raindrops were like a string of pearls. In a blink of an eye, they turned into a downpour, and soon the sky was covered with endless rain curtains.

Streets, roofs and corridors have become a world of rain. Raindrops hit the window, not with a splash, but with a splash; When I fell on my body, I felt like a rubber, which hurt and itched.

The sun in summer is no longer so fierce, but it has restrained its willfulness, so the moon gradually appears on the horizon. The yellowish full moon appears and disappears. It is small and light, like a pie that is about to fall.

The sun picked up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the distant Woods. The cloud on the horizon was dyed orange, so dazzling, but as the sun went down, it gradually became shallower and shallower until it disappeared completely. Thunderstorms in summer gradually turned gloomy, and gray clouds covered the sky, driving the sun father-in-law home, and the sky suddenly became lifeless.

In a short time, the wind roared on the face, shaking the branches and leaves of trees, shouting like people cheering for athletes on the field, and churning like the raging waves of the sea. After a while, showers fell from the sky, like raindrops the size of beans.

After a while, it rained harder, and Uncle Lei and Uncle Lightning joined in. Lightning and thunder are really thunderstorms in summer.

In the distance, rolling dull thunder, like guns coming from a distant battlefield. And lightning, like a red snake on fire, flies over the sky again and again, illuminating the dark sky.

Just after the song of summer night came out of the building, a cool breeze brushed everyone's faces, and I vaguely heard cicadas calling "summer" on the willow tree by the pond. Frogs are singing "songs" on water lily leaves in the water.

Are they having a fearless argument for the selection of The King of Songs? The bright moonlight fills the earth and brightens everyone's heart. June and July days after a thunderstorm, like a doll's face, change as you say. Just now, the sky was clear in Wan Li, and it was going to be overcast and thunderous, followed by a downpour.

Although it is raining, the misty rain and fog add many charming colors to the mountains. The rain washed away the intense heat of the past few days and brought freshness and new green to the fields.

Fog and rain cages cover the mountains, and milky white clouds are floating around the mountainside, dancing like fairies ... What a splash-ink landscape painting! Walking here, there is quite a feeling of "people traveling in the illustrated world". In early summer, poplar trees by the roadside, endless vines in the fields … In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom: red.

The more poems about summer, the better. Jingci Temple sent Lin Zifang and Song. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Yang Wanli's eyes in the pond are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sun and is soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, Li Zi Jin Xing Fei, Mai Bai Hua cauliflower thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

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In the summer night, I lamented that Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty was immortal, and the inflammation was poisonous to the intestines. Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind blows my skirt, and the paradise of science comes from Kazuki Watanabe musicians, and the forest stretches on. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. When you see the slightest thing in vain, the feather bug flies. No matter big or small, it is adaptive. In poor years, I miss Pigos and defend the frontier. 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 Lanzi is buried, it is better to return early, and the north city is sad and the stork flies. When the situation is troublesome, you will be tired, and when you think hard, you will be healthy.

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Xia Daishiping suckling duck pond, the water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe. The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.

I hope it will help you. The author of Tencent's literature "This Life of Rebecca" contributed to the collection.

4. What are the beautiful modern poems about "summer"? The light blue night overflows into the window, and the summer is too full of fireflies' little palace lanterns. I dreamed of the Tang Palace, the mystery of chasing light, another summer night, the funeral of a star, the extension and disappearance of a moment, your sigh, my review and a moment of silence. "Wild Grapes" Where can I wait for hope except in summer? Green is everywhere. There is no smoke without fire. A few strings of full thoughts climbed high. Let all the forces be dispersed in the vast Shan Ye as much as possible. I hope you can pick bright black eyes ——————————————— "The Charm of Summer" I, the courtyard of summer sound is open. Who is outside the patio? The humid voice of summer calls me? In the kneading of the sound, something of mine warmed for three seasons and broke out for one season. I drifted in the sound and walked into a lingering melody in summer. I am soft in summer and dredge my blood in summer. I accepted the hint of breaking the imprisonment again and again, and accumulated it in my heart again and again. When I was eager to speak the language, I got lost and was forgotten in summer. Listening to the appearance of summer, how did this rickety man sigh? "Planting trees in summer" My palms are wet, so I climb on the grass to plant trees in summer. A tree that blows with its own branches and leaves, a tree that grows up in a hug, a tree that shed tears in the crown and buried a sigh in the middle of the root tree is a yearning for people. Trees planted during the day disappear at night, and the trees are exposed to starlight and crescent moon. Because it was planted in summer, I learned code words and only shook branches to express myself. "Lake of Summer" has a kind of happiness called being conquered, and a feeling called being on the road. There is a season called summer. There is a beautiful lake called summer. The lake in summer is very quiet, almost silent. The lake in summer is so beautiful that it almost makes people look up. Walking on the lake, the lake is rippling in various ways, and swimming in the lake is like touching your skin. Summer makes this lake mysterious and full of vitality. In summer, some talking fish will thrive. The trap of desire and desire makes the lake charming in summer. Women walk by the lake like fairies from the heavenly palace. In summer, the light moves forward, attracts the light, and overflows another lake, forming another kind of beauty. In fact, what they deliberately pursue has long since disappeared, whether it is summer or winter. Yuan Ye in summer, Yuan Ye in summer, our pace is leisurely and beautiful. Our young wind blew the poetic sentiment of prose into my heart. We swing with Yuan Ye in summer. We are happy lovers with tacit understanding. I have a great feeling of reading. We are quiet in the summer wind. My imagination is intoxicating. Romantic, I guess. There are 10,000 kinds of customs in Yuan Ye in summer. I like water. Tears for an emotion. 2. Sitting in the summer moonlight, waiting for you. Summer is coming to an end. You whispered to me in the distance. Summer is bitter, waiting for you. Sitting in the moonlight in summer, the moonlight can't erase the clouds. My heart can't be quiet and infatuated. When can I see the back of your trip? I walked into the depths of vilen, silently feeling the weight of time. I refused to leave for a long time. The summer rain washed the sky, and the lonely pencil recorded the story of that year. I played back the scene like an old movie. You said I'm sorry, I love you, and then I cried. I am at a loss, and my dream will always be with me. The first summer after you left, I tried to record with the most beautiful poems about you and me that you couldn't write warm words with cold fingertips. Oh, baby, but I still don't understand why you chose to leave me. Should we continue to wait for the plane leaves floating by the roadside, or wait for the green moonlight wandering outside the door? One day, the lost heart will come back.