Beautiful poems of solar terms in summer solstice.

Poems describing the summer solstice are as follows:

First, Tang Du Fu's Summer Night Sigh

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.

Vernacular:

It's been a long day until dusk, and the heat of summer makes me feel like soup.

How can I call Wan to fry clothes?

The bright moon rises in the sky, and the sparse moonlight shines on the Maolin.

Midsummer night is too short. Open the window and enjoy the cool.

The night is very bright, you can see subtle things, insects are flapping their wings and flying.

No matter how big or small the body of life is, of course, it is natural to enjoy itself.

So I thought of those soldiers who hold military power and guard the frontier all the year round.

How can we let them take a bath? They looked at each other helplessly in the heat!

Knocked Diao Dou all night, busy alert, loud voice resounded in all directions.

Although the blue and purple official uniforms are added to them, it is better to go back to their hometown as soon as possible.

In the north of Huazhou City, sad beards rise, and storks fly around in sorrow.

The eventful autumn, coupled with the hot weather, irritability and physical fatigue, can not help but eagerly look forward to peaceful times.

Second, the poem "Drinking on the Lake"

The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.

If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.

Vernacular:

When the weather is clear, the West Lake is full of water. In the misty rain of the West Lake, the mountains are ethereal.

If the beautiful West Lake is compared to a peerless beauty, then no matter how heavy the makeup is, it is overwhelming.

Third, Song Yang Wanli's "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"

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.

Vernacular:

The Xizi Lake in June is really special, and its beautiful scenery is very different from other seasons.

The green lotus leaves are endless, the red sun and lotus flowers set each other off, and the color is particularly bright and charming red.

Fourth, Tang Li Bai's Summer Mountain

Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest.

Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.

Vernacular:

Too lazy to shake the white feather fan to cool off the heat, stay naked in the green forest.

Take off the headscarf and hang it on the stone wall, so that the cool wind among the pine trees can blow over your head.

Five, Song Xin Qi Ji "Yellow Sand Road Xijiang Moonlit Night"

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.

Vernacular:

The bright moon on the horizon rose to the treetops, scaring the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to blow the cicadas in the distance. In the fragrant rice, people are talking about the harvest year, and there are waves of frogs in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year.

There are faint clouds in the sky, twinkling stars appear and disappear, and there is light rain in front of the mountain. In order to avoid rain, I hurried across the stream from the bridge. Where did the hut shop by the Woods near the Land Temple go before? Turning a corner, Maodian suddenly appeared in front of us.