Poetry about summer heat

Summer Festival in June in Tang Dynasty

Suddenly, the warm wind came, followed by a slight summer heat. As soon as the sound of bamboo shouted, it began to rain. The mountain was dark and thunder burst.

This family is dark blue, and the chairman of the Order is green. Eagles learn new things, but crickets are in no hurry.

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Why do you have to worry about the heat in summer and end up in the hospital? There is nothing in front of me but the breeze under the window.

A calm mind radiates heat, and a calm life is empty. It's hard to get along more comfortably with others at this time.

Interpretation of Song Qi's No Rain in Summer in Song Dynasty

It doesn't rain in the mountains, and I look forward to Yun Ni every day. After the slight summer heat, the deep stream became a shallow stream.

The spring water is dry even at the bottom of the well, and the geothermal energy is abundant. There is no way to ask for providence, just thinking about birds singing.

Pang Zhu in Jin Dynasty in Happy Summer

Little summer is not enough for fear, and it is like retreating. Young slaves first recommended pillows, and Huang You went to court.

Birds are singing in the dark, and the rain carries the fragrance of lotus leaves. There is nothing wrong with the window at night. Go to the west wing.

"Bitter and Hot" Land Tour in Song Dynasty

If the scale of ten thousand watts is a fire dragon, Japanese cars will not move and sweat. Feather has no reason, I sit in a steaming pot.

There is a dream in the cold spring in Shi Jian, and curling fans want nothing. I am still awesome in the evening, and the sunset is full of wild red after bathing.

Answer to Ceng Jing's secretary, see two poems "Chao" written by Zhao Neng in Song Dynasty.

A bowl is divided into spring, but the summer heat in Yuxi is pleasant. Looking back at the world of mortals every day can give me a seat in the hall.

Liang Na Song Qin Guan

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.

Qing Xia Qiao

Smoky wind can bring new cool, and summer is long. Intermittent cicada songs spread to distant trees, and Yan language leaned against the carved beam and whispered.

The sleeping platform slides a thousand lines, and the mat is full of flowers. Snow lotus root and ice peach adapt themselves, and cherish the taste of blue tube without worry.