A wonderful time in my hometown in summer.

1. Poems about the beautiful summer scenery in my hometown

Poetry about the beautiful scenery of my hometown in summer 1. Beautiful sentences describing hometown in summer.

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings. 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.

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.

The willow tree in shady street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly.

The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still. There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned.

Summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." 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.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs.

Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty.

The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.

2. Poems describing beautiful summer scenery

Summer village Za (I) Song Fan Chengda

Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.

No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.

Xiao Chi Song Yang Wanli

Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees loves sunny and soft water.

Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.

"Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang" Song Yang Wanli

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

Summer in the mountain pavilion

Tang gaopian

The trees grow dark in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.

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

"After the summer rain, the title is green. Ruohe's Don Jianwu.

The monk's house is cool and the bamboo trees are new, and the first rain is welcome.

The breeze suddenly blew the lotus leaf, and mercury spilled from the sapphire plate.

Song Cai Que boarded the bus to build a pavilion in summer.

Paper screen stone pillow bamboo square bed, tired hands throwing books, long dreams in the afternoon.

When I was sleeping, I laughed alone, and several fishing flutes were in the blue waves.

Qi Ji, Song Xin, walks on Huangsha Road on a moonlit night in Xijiang.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

3. Beautiful sentences describing my hometown in summer

In midsummer, it is so hot that even dragonflies only dare to fly near the shade, as if they were afraid that the sun would burn their wings.

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. 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.

The willow tree in shady street looks sick, with a layer of dust hanging on its leaves and rolling on its branches; The branches are lazy and drooping listlessly. The willow trees in the street seem to be sick, and the leaves are hanging with dust and rolling on the branches, and the branches are still.

There is white light on the road, and the vendors dare not shout. The plexiglass signboard at the door of the store seems to have been sunburned. Summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.

The wind blows with a slight warmth, and cuckoos sing from time to time. It is telling us: "Spring is over." 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.

The clods on the ground were scorched by the sun, and a few potbellied dark brown crickets jumped around like springs. Spring goes with the falling flowers, and summer comes with green leaves in the warm wind.

In early summer, all kinds of wild flowers are in full bloom, red, purple, pink and yellow, like bright spots embroidered on green carpets; Crowds of bees are busy among the flowers, sucking the stamens and flying around with difficulty. The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with shiny spots the size of copper coins.

The remnants gather in the summer heat, and the new rain brings autumn haze.

4. Poems describing beautiful summer scenery

A beautiful poem about summer:

1, there are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

2, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be clear and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.

The mountain light in the west suddenly disappeared, and a bright moon slowly rose on the lake in the east. Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

4. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat.

5, the shade is quiet, and the solitary flower is better than spring.

6. Why does Natsume hate wheatgrass? Yin Yin is very cute.

7. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet.

8. Hushan wins the middle, Weng Jiading, and the locust tree is inclined.

9. Everyone is bitter and hot. I love long summer days.

10, the night heat is still hot in the afternoon, open the door and stand in the middle of the moon. Deep in the bamboo forest, insects are singing, sometimes it's cool, only the wind.

5. What are the beautiful modern poems about "summer"?

The light blue night in Yu Guangzhong overflows into the window. In midsummer, the little palace lanterns filled with fireflies are dreaming, dreaming of the Tang Palace, dreaming of the chasing light, dreaming of another summer night, dreaming of the funeral of a star, dreaming of the extension and extinction of a flash, dreaming of your sigh. My review and silence "Wild Grapes" Where can I wait for hope except in summer? Green is everywhere, and a few strings of full thoughts are climbing high. May all the forces spread in the vast Shan Ye, and I hope that you can pick out the bright black eyes ———————————— "The Charm of Summer". I, the courtyard of summer sound is open. Who's 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.

6. Poems about the beauty of summer lotus flowers

Midnight Wu Ge 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.

Lotus picking song

Don Wang Changling

The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.

Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.

Chu Xiao Jingci Temple saw Lin Zifang off.

Song Yang Wanli

It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons.

Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.

Lotus on the pool of money

Wenming Zhiming

Flowers fall in the south of the Yangtze River in September, and hibiscus turns to Zhongzhou.

Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow.

Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.

It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond.

lotus

Qingshitao

Five-inch lotus leaves, sticking waves does not hinder the painting boat from shaking;

In April and May, it can also cover the waist of beautiful women.

7. Beautiful poems in summer

Ancient poems describing Xia

Song Zhao Shi Xiu's You Yue Lai

In Huangmei season, it rains at home, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. If you don't come at midnight, knock off the snuff.

Song Luyou's quatrains in early summer

Red and purple have turned into dust, and summer is new in the cuckoo's cry. I didn't know I was a peaceful person until I had been to Sang Ma for a long time.

Song Xin Qi Ji's Xijiang Moon

The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight. Daohuaxiang says that you will be rich in the new year. Listen to frogs. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three. In the old days, Maodian community stood by the forest, and the road turned to know the bridge.

Song Yang Wanli "Xiao Chu Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.

Summer in April and summer in June.