Sweat like rain in the hot sun

2. There are poems about the scorching sun.

Poetry about the scorching sun 1. What are the ancient poems describing hot summer days?

Shanting Summer High Film

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.

Yang Wanli's small pool

"Spring is silent and precious little, and the water is sunny and soft. Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. "

Sima guang in early summer

April is fine, after the rain, it clears up.

There is an obvious turning point in Nanshan.

There is no catkin, because there is wind,

Only sunflowers are biased towards the sun.

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.

Yang Wanli, sent to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

After all, in mid-June,

The scenery is different from the four seasons.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color.

Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.

Quatrain

Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets flew into the sky,

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Meng Haoran's Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion written by a poet in Tang Dynasty

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

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.

Summer drought and heat of the poet Wang Ling in Song Dynasty

The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.

People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.

Qin Guanhao, a poet in Song Dynasty, enjoys the cool.

Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.

In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, chased the cool in summer nights.

The heat at night is still the same as that 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.

Summer in Nanting —— On Xin by Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning" in Song Dynasty

Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cool all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.

The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

Lu You, a poet of Southern Song Dynasty who lived in early summer.

The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

2. What are the poems describing the scorching sun?

"Stay in happiness and enjoy the spring scenery" —— Hongzi in Song Dynasty called for the elimination of hibiscus and passed Sengubai.

The blue sky leans against the smoke cage, and the scorching sun scorches people. Cool to play with the waterscape, hot to the fire house.

Stone is full of water, silver and bamboo are broken. It's early in the forest and the rocks are narrow and narrow.

If you sit for a long time and want to decide, you will be soaked. Fireflies are shining brightly and the wind is blowing.

Hu Chuang-di owes a lovely guest to agriculture, countryside and farmers. "Several neighbors spend the summer in Jingde" —— In the Song Dynasty, Hou set up a corridor ring for no reason, and Huadian birds were covered with skins.

The stone whale peeps into the wide court, and the golden statue flies half. The tree is ten feet high, and the cool leaves are scattered on the eaves.

I have been to my place, and the scorching sun is only red. If you are bored, clear the pool, and if you are divergent, thank you.

As if playing or holding a book, the silent party is playing a game. Only when the sun is very hot, drying will crack the stone.

The wall is trapped in the wind, and Tian is worried. I am ashamed of my useless body and enjoy comfort alone.

Looking up at the red night, I was completely dark. It rained cats and dogs, and octupole was washed every week.

"Living in the West House" —— In the Tang Dynasty, Xu Yin read the South China glass and painted moss and bamboo. Money and power are conducive to competition, and poor lanes have no right to invite guests.

Who wants to take care of sick birds and rekindle love? It's cool in Yanling, and it's good to sing fishing platforms in Dongxi.

What about loyalty? Kites peck at suspected chicks, while ghosts bully poor XiaoLon.

The hot sun doesn't melt the snow on the temples, and the whole body is covered with bamboo branches. Chonghou entered the auxiliary Yanling and retired, just like Wan Ren Peak, an ape.

"Spring has a leap" —— Jiang Teli in Song Dynasty. In spring, the sky is beautiful and the sky is not interested in being late. Heaven is only for the elderly, and there is only over a month left.

This spring, the number of days is 120, which is no more than that under severe frost and scorching sun. A good day is hard to come by, but it can be easy.

The son of heaven of the Han family gave Jia Zi, and what he saw was almost praised by children. You must be drunk. You will be surprised by the candle.

Qiu Si —— In the Song Dynasty, Lu You couldn't help wanting to visit the garden in the scorching sun. The clouds reflected in the morning are bleak, and the dew has invaded the curtain.

Withered with leaves, bitter and sad, broken and sparse. You can't trust the Central Plains when you come, so who knows how brave you are when you draw your sword! Seventeen people from the same club were invited to visit the rooftop of Lingyan, and the rhyme was Liu Pan-the summer vacation in the early morning of the Song Dynasty, and the Jade Building was in the middle of the scorching sun.

Stone carvings are like Yuan You Day, and the titles on the list are still in Tang and Autumn. Two or three brothers and nephews are comrades in arms, and eleven guests and friends win.

* * * Master Shi Pan and Master Liu, the sunset is hard to stop. "Send Li Xitian"-In Song Dynasty, Deng Su-qing raised a strange peak in the clouds, and the scorching sun broke the fog.

A fallen fairy looks good, but a friend hurts far. Hey, gentleman, long book.

Satellite, satellite, satellite, satellite, satellite and satellite. Slugs go to Yujing to listen to the sunrise phoenix.

How can Iwano stay and end his little dream? Purple flower-Dong Siyuan's branches in the Song Dynasty are itchy and skinless, and Zhu Zhuoling plays.

The star wall shines on the flowers, and the pavilion incense invades the grass minister. Elbow purple flies in the hot sun, and my heart dances.

Why borrow Magu's claws? Don't get tired of climbing and grabbing this tree. "Watching the Lotus"-The roots of flowers and leaves in Fang Yue in the Song Dynasty were quite different, and some words offended the spring breeze.

After the down jacket fell to find fragrance, it dissolved in the cold and hot sun. "Three Bitterness and Three Hot Poems"-In Song Dynasty, Guo Yin's thin clouds were swept away and the sun burned him.

People are standing on the stove and fish are swimming in the boiling pot. Four mountains are muddy and hot, and not a leaf blows.

Autumn is near, and it's cool everywhere.

Step 3 describe a hot poem

1. I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Looking at Wheat Cutting")

Living in the depths of the city, it is still clear in spring and summer. (Li Shangyin: (Yat Sen Qing))

The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest. (Xie Lingyun: (Swim Stanley into the Sailing Sea ")

4. The bitter nights in midsummer are short, and the entrance is cool. (Du Fu: "Summer Night Sigh")

5. Farmer Fang Xia Yun, I dare to eat if I can't sit still. (Dai Fugu: "Hot")

6. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love long summer days. (Li Ang: "Xia Lian")

7. Remnants gather in summer, and new rain brings autumn haze. (Cen Can: "Shuige sent Wang Huaying Shaofu back to the county")

8. Even if it rains, I don't know if spring will go. I feel that it will clear up before summer is deep. (Fan Chengda: "Xiqing")

9. Qingjiang River embraces the village stream, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is quiet. (Du Fu: "Jiangcun")

10. Why do you hate wheatgrass when she is gone? Xia Muyang and Yin are just cute. (Qin Guan: "March is a dark day")

There is a poem about the scorching sun 1. What are the ancient poems describing hot summer days?

Shanting Summer High Film

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.

Yang Wanli's small pool

"Spring is silent and precious little, and the water is sunny and soft. Xiao He just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on his head. "

Sima guang in early summer

April is fine, after the rain, it clears up.

There is an obvious turning point in Nanshan.

There is no catkin, because there is wind,

Only sunflowers are biased towards the sun.

"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda

Plums are golden, apricots are fat,

The wheat is gray and the cauliflower is thin.

No one crossed the long fence,

Only dragonflies and butterflies can fly.

Yang Wanli, sent to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

After all, in mid-June,

The scenery is different from the four seasons.

Lotus leaves are infinitely green,

Lotus flowers that reflect sunlight are different in color.

Full moon and fifteen nights, Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

Tonight, the moon is full of hope, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into.

Quatrain

Du Fu

Two orioles sing green willows,

A line of egrets flew into the sky,

The window contains autumn snow in Xiling,

Mambo Wu Dong Wan Li Ship.

Meng Haoran's Nan Ting Xia Xiang Xin

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Summer in the Mountain Pavilion written by a poet in Tang Dynasty

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

The water curtain swayed in the breeze, and the roses in the courtyard smelled sweet.

Summer drought and heat of the poet Wang Ling in Song Dynasty

The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies up the mountain.

People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and they will do whatever it takes.

Qin Guanhao, a poet in Song Dynasty, enjoys the cool.

Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge.

In the moonlight, the ship's flutes are jagged and the wind gathers lotus fragrance.

Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, chased the cool in summer nights.

The heat at night is still the same as that 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.

Summer in Nanting —— On Xin by Meng Haoran, a poet in Tang Dynasty

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.

Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.

The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.

I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.

Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

Su Shunqin's "Summer Meaning" in Song Dynasty

Quiet and quiet small yard, I lay on a bamboo mat, cool all over; Pomegranate flowers in full bloom outside the window, through the hanging bamboo curtain, reflected Hong Ying.

The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles.

Lu You, a poet of Southern Song Dynasty who lived in early summer.

The lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's house, and the locust trees are shaded.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

2. What poems describe the scorching sun?

1, "Summer Night Sigh" Tang Dynasty: Du Yong couldn't stay in the sunset, which poisoned my intestines.

Andrew Wan Lifeng, the wind is blowing on my skirt. Interpretation in vernacular Chinese: It's hard to get to dusk for a long time, and the summer heat smells like soup.

How can I call Wan to fry clothes? 2, "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" Song Dynasty: Wang Lingqing's breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the sunset flutters to the top of the mountain. People are worried that the dry rivers, lakes and seas will dry up, and the Milky Way will dry up? Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: The breeze didn't drive away the summer heat, and the sunset seemed to fly on the hills with wings and refused to fall.

People are worried that rivers and lakes will dry up in this drought. Isn't God afraid that the Milky Way will dry up? 3, "Xia Hua Ming" Tang Dynasty: Wei Xia's strips are green and dense, and Zhu Hua's calyx is decorated with bright colors. At noon on a hot day, a raging fire is burning.

Turn the wind into chaos and return to the United States according to the water. The words between the windows are full of brilliance.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In summer, the branches of trees are dense, full of green and decorated with scarlet flowers, which looks bright and delicious. At noon, in the hot sun, flowers burn like fire.

A gust of wind blew, and the flowers and leaves were all rolled up, messy and reflected on the water, which was very fresh. When I came back, I saw the words on the window and my eyes lit up.

4, "Xia Ci" Ming Dynasty: The weather is getting longer and longer, sweating. Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: In extremely hot weather, the days are longer. I am wearing a thin gauze dress and sweating, leaning against the window to paint.

5, "Three Bitterness and Three Fever" Song Dynasty: Guo Yin's thin clouds are swept away, and the hot sun is burning. People are standing on the stove and fish are swimming in the boiling pot.

Four mountains are muddy and hot, and not a leaf blows. Autumn is near, and it's cool everywhere.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: all the delicate clouds have disappeared, and the scorching sun is in the sky. People seem to stand on a hot stove, and fish seem to swim in a boiling kettle.

Mountains on all sides can block the hot air, but leaves can't bring cool air. Let's just say that autumn came, and it was cold everywhere at that time.

3. What are the poems describing the scorching sun?

"Stay in happiness and enjoy the spring scenery" —— Hongzi in Song Dynasty called for the elimination of hibiscus and passed Sengubai.

The blue sky leans against the smoke cage, and the scorching sun scorches people. Cool to play with the waterscape, hot to the fire house.

Stone is full of water, silver and bamboo are broken. It's early in the forest and the rocks are narrow and narrow.

If you sit for a long time and want to decide, you will be soaked. Fireflies are shining brightly and the wind is blowing.

Hu Chuang-di owes a lovely guest to agriculture, countryside and farmers. "Several neighbors spend the summer in Jingde" —— In the Song Dynasty, Hou set up a corridor ring for no reason, and Huadian birds were covered with skins.

The stone whale peeps into the wide court, and the golden statue flies half. The tree is ten feet high, and the cool leaves are scattered on the eaves.

I have been to my place, and the scorching sun is only red. If you are bored, clear the pool, and if you are divergent, thank you.

As if playing or holding a book, the silent party is playing a game. Only when the sun is very hot, drying will crack the stone.

The wall is trapped in the wind, and Tian is worried. I am ashamed of my useless body and enjoy comfort alone.

Looking up at the red night, I was completely dark. It rained cats and dogs, and octupole was washed every week.

"Living in the West House" —— In the Tang Dynasty, Xu Yin read the South China glass and painted moss and bamboo. Money and power are conducive to competition, and poor lanes have no right to invite guests.

Who wants to take care of sick birds and rekindle love? It's cool in Yanling, and it's good to sing fishing platforms in Dongxi.

What about loyalty? Kites peck at suspected chicks, while ghosts bully poor XiaoLon.

The hot sun doesn't melt the snow on the temples, and the whole body is covered with bamboo branches. Chonghou entered the auxiliary Yanling and retired, just like Wan Ren Peak, an ape.

"Spring has a leap" —— Jiang Teli in Song Dynasty. In spring, the sky is beautiful and the sky is not interested in being late. Heaven is only for the elderly, and there is only over a month left.

This spring, the number of days is 120, which is no more than that under severe frost and scorching sun. A good day is hard to come by, but it can be easy.

The son of heaven of the Han family gave Jia Zi, and what he saw was almost praised by children. You must be drunk. You will be surprised by the candle.

Qiu Si —— In the Song Dynasty, Lu You couldn't help wanting to visit the garden in the scorching sun. The clouds reflected in the morning are bleak, and the dew has invaded the curtain.

Withered with leaves, bitter and sad, broken and sparse. You can't trust the Central Plains when you come, so who knows how brave you are when you draw your sword! Seventeen people from the same club were invited to visit the rooftop of Lingyan, and the rhyme was Liu Pan-the summer vacation in the early morning of the Song Dynasty, and the Jade Building was in the middle of the scorching sun.

Stone carvings are like Yuan You Day, and the titles on the list are still in Tang and Autumn. Two or three brothers and nephews are comrades in arms, and eleven guests and friends win.

* * * Master Shi Pan and Master Liu, the sunset is hard to stop. "Send Li Xitian"-In Song Dynasty, Deng Su-qing raised a strange peak in the clouds, and the scorching sun broke the fog.

A fallen fairy looks good, but a friend hurts far. Hey, gentleman, long book.

Satellite, satellite, satellite, satellite, satellite and satellite. Slugs go to Yujing to listen to the sunrise phoenix.

How can Iwano stay and end his little dream? Purple flower-Dong Siyuan's branches in the Song Dynasty are itchy and skinless, and Zhu Zhuoling plays.

The star wall shines on the flowers, and the pavilion incense invades the grass minister. Elbow purple flies in the hot sun, and my heart dances.

Why borrow Magu's claws? Don't get tired of climbing and grabbing this tree. "Watching the Lotus"-The roots of flowers and leaves in Fang Yue in the Song Dynasty were quite different, and some words offended the spring breeze.

After the down jacket fell to find fragrance, it dissolved in the cold and hot sun. "Three Bitterness and Three Hot Poems"-In Song Dynasty, Guo Yin's thin clouds were swept away and the sun burned him.

People are standing on the stove and fish are swimming in the boiling pot. Four mountains are muddy and hot, and not a leaf blows.

Autumn is near, and it's cool everywhere.