Solar Term Poems from Summer to Solstice

In study, work and even life, everyone is familiar with poetry. The language of poetry is concise and vivid, and the rhythm is distinct. So what kind of poetry is more appealing? The following is my collection of poems (five selected poems) about solar terms from summer solstice, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

Summer solstice poetry (1)

The solstice of summer comes with the wind.

Actually, I'm early.

When spring clothes change its style

When the county gradually exposed to the sun.

I have begun to feel your warmth.

Memories of the years

It overflowed quietly.

In the eyes of disappointment and recovery

No one will notice that there is a person.

Summer Solstice Poetry (2)

Stand deep in the shade early.

Wrapped in the ambition of leisure time.

Since April, when the smoke dike and the riverbank are intertwined with fishing and fire,

Start looking for traces of loss.

With secular elegance and vulgarity

To describe the subject I once cared about.

Imagine going from a corner

Re-experience some meaning

Appreciate the beautiful news again. He is always confident.

The season of reincarnation is the only thing worth cherishing.

Even clouds that go far away.

Will come with the wind at some point.

Those poems that were sent away

Acacia in Harmony Sentences

It will become a beautiful cloud.

In the daytime of another season.

Summer Solstice Poetry (3)

Or at night

I quietly came to a long-lost dream.

Which direction does the wind come from?

Which direction is the wind blowing?

Where else would he go?

Holding the warmth of summer solstice

Cherish the floating wind shadow

Leave a rare friendship

Although there have been traces of loss.

But let this story

Added unusual poetry.

Summer Solstice Poetry (4)

Wheat will never come back after harvest.

Maturity makes the land empty.

There are people you miss, piling up like mountains.

Become a' straw' without fruit.

This field is a distant memory.

You will never set foot in that busy frog again.

That croak knows everything.

Including the starry sky you see by the river.

Clear starry sky, deep night

There is a breeze sneaking around at your fingertips.

When you meet again on the plateau

Time has been wasted for a long time.

The soil is drifting away.

Dirt used to be the best playmate.

What was squeezed out at that time has been eliminated now.

The soil turned to skin color.

Hometown, that was childhood.

The aggrieved cry of the baby next door

Just like a hot summer.

It sounds like your voice.

And you are used to silence.

Become a stone on the roadside threshing floor.

Your feet are getting hard.

This can adapt you to a long journey.

Occasionally there will be a frog croaking.

A rainy season attack

Summer Solstice Poetry (5)

The green leaves filled the windows with sunlight.

The temperature rises to 30 degrees or higher.

Those leaves are natural scales.

My heart climbs with it.

A scale is fixed somewhere.

You said, just a glass of water or sadness.

In the solstice summer, holding a bunch of open loneliness.

Open the window and let you be with the sunshine.

Greetings from my heart.

Every trace of emotion burns in the scorching sun and grows together.

In that ice, everything turned into nothingness.

Then, I can only hide behind the shadows.

Waiting for your past heart to burn.

More chaotic than the thermometer outside.

Many topics have not been opened to make it clear.

The clouds turned red at dusk.

Maybe just for your listening.

I just opened the closed door.

In my dream, many steps are disordered.

A nervous breakdown, like

Some gibberish with leaves and veins interlaced

I lost my memory in June.

There is no hope of locking the door for you.

Okay, okay, I'll stop talking.

Before I get confused and figure out the main points

I decided to go out early.

Stay away from cups and melting ice in your arms.