Dou refers to the southeast, and wei is Lixia
At this time, the sound of frogs and cicadas, the grass long warblers flying, green fat red skinny, clouds cirrus clouds, everything into the peak season of growth, everywhere is a vibrant scene.
Lixia is an important solar term, marking the turning point of all things in heaven and earth from birth to growth, and all things in heaven and earth have entered a brilliant moment. If there is no growth of summer, there will be no autumn harvest and winter hiding! Therefore, the poets of ancient times were full of love for Lixia and wrote countless words of praise.
Lixia, let's taste and read the most beautiful Lixia poems together, in the breeze of poetry, refreshing summer!
Early summer, a silent arrival.
With the smell of wheat, accompanied by the song of warblers, it is so colorful and gorgeous, brilliant with enthusiasm.
At four o'clock, the weather is urgent, and the wind brings heat in one night.
Longmu day long steamed green wheat, garden rain overcooked yellow plum.
The warbler cries for a thousand strands of sorrow in the spring, and the butterfly loves the flower several times.
Sleep up the south window and think tired, idly watching the pavilion full of locust shade.
--Song Zhao Youzhi, "Li Xia"
The courtyard is deep in summer, and the pomegranate is open all over the curtain.
The trees are full of shade at noon, and the dream is flowing when the warblers sound.
- Song Su Shunqin, "Xia Yi"
Green locust tall willow swallowing new cicada. Kaoru first enters the string.
The water under the blue screen window sinks into the smoke. The sound of chess is a day of sleep.
A slight rain has passed, and the small lotus has turned over. Durian blossoms are in full bloom.
Jade Basin Slim Hand cleared the spring. Qiongzhu is broken but round.
- Song Su Shi, "Ruan Lang Gui Early Summer"
The summer breeze blows, carrying the last hint of spring laziness, and drapes the earth with a new green coat.
Summer insects are busy planting seedlings, locust flowers are newly blooming willows, and a midsummer intertwined with sunshine and liveliness is just around the corner.
After walking through the beauty of spring, we ushered in the vigor of summer.
Summer is a season of personality and color, a season of life burning.
I haven't seen the little yellow croaker for many years, and I sent guests to the cherry blossom kitchen.
Li Xia will leave the spring also, and a few branches of fern grass are fragrant.
——Wu Rongting, "Lixia Poetry Painting"
In the morning, I got dressed and came out of the grass hall, and the window was slightly cool.
Yu Chun only had two or three days, and there were thousands of rotten and hateful scenes.
The grass is far away from the journey, and the gossamer is not as long as the guests.
The red is nowhere to be found, and the years are divided into honey rooms.
--Song Lu You, "Two Days Before The Establishment of Summer"
Plums leave sour soft teeth, plantains divided into green and window screens.
Day long sleeps up and thinks ruthlessly, idly watching children catch willow flowers.
——Song Yang Wanli, "Idle Early Summer Nap"
The golden canola flowers have long withered and borne canola seeds, and the small flowers on the fruit trees have condensed into full fruits, and time has slipped away between their quiet transformations.
Summer has arrived, the temperature has risen, and it is a hot and happy season.
In the morning, the sky is clear, the clouds are full of clouds, and flocks of birds are bouncing around the branches of the green trees, chirping and singing, and the air is fresh and cool, and it emits an indescribable fragrance.
The southern country is like summer and the northern country is spring, and the green and beautiful rivers and rivers are full of trees.
When sick, insects are sprinkled with medicine, and cold and hot medicines are used to shake people.
- Zuo Heshui "LiXia"
The breeze was powerless to slaughter the heat, and the sunset flew up the mountain with its wings.
Man is already afraid of the exhaustion of the rivers and seas, so why wouldn't the heavens hesitate to do anything about the rivers and hans?
The height of Kunlun has snow, and the distance of Penglai is often cold.
If you can't carry the world in your hand, why bear to swim in it?
--Song Wang Ling, "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat"
The lake and mountain resorts are placed in the Weng family, and the wild path in the shade of the locust willow is oblique.
The water is full and sometimes the herons are watched, and the grass is deep and everywhere does not sound frogs.
The dragon has passed the bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen is still the first flower.
Sigh the old to make the old end, sleep to who share the afternoon tea.
—— Lu You, "Secluded In Early Summer"
I don't know how many rains have fallen, I have seen the falling flowers several times, and before I have time to treasure the red of Zi Yan in my heart, a patch of green shade has struck the eye.
Li Xia donated the spirit of accumulating a season, re-dying every emerald green, adding warmth to every blue sky.
At night in the summer, the cool breeze blows in through the south window, refreshing the heart.
Dressed in thin clothes, strolling in the garden, the small flowers, graceful and colorful, very charming.
The night heat is still the same as the afternoon heat, and the door is opened in the middle of the moon.
Bamboo deep tree dense insect song, sometimes there is a slight cool is not the wind.
--Song Yang Wanli, "Chasing The Cool on a Summer Night"
The red banner was inserted into the city, and the Eastern Jun returned to the whole house.
Mud new nest swallows noisy, flowers are rare bees.
The willows are first dense, and the curtains are still faint.
Day oblique soup mu, skilled to try on single clothes.
- Song Luyou, "Li Xia"
Qingjiang is a song hugging the village stream, and Changxiajiang Village is quiet.
Since going to the hall on the swallow, blind date close to the water gulls.
The old wife draws paper for the chess game, and the child knocks the needle as a fishing hook.
The only thing necessary for many diseases is medicine, and the micro body is even more important.
- Tang DuFu, "Jiangcun"
The sharp little lotus in the lotus pond is fresh and natural, and the chirping of the chicks does not feel irritable in the ears, change into light clothes, come to a hike about summer, and the vigorous fresh breath lingers on the tip of the nose.
If it is refreshing, it is a summer day in the mountains.
As soon as the summer came, this green mountain was like a day, after the exposure of the hot sun and the torrential rain, the grass and trees grew up quickly, and the green of the summer, thick and deep, dominated the mountains.
Return to the Spring Stone Country, sun and moon Gongxi Weng.
Summer is heavy at the bottom, and spring is in everything.
Poor groan to cloud black, light drink win skirt red.
A burst of strings is good, and the world is relieved.
——Song Wen Tianxiang, "Mountain Neutral Summer Rhymes with Sitting Guests"
The green trees are shady and long in summer, and the terraces are reflected into the pond.
The crystal curtains are blowing in the breeze, and the shelves are full of roses and a courtyard of incense.
- Tang Gao Biao, "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion"
Lazy white lupine fan, naked in the green forest.
Take off the towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle the pine wind on the top of the exposed roof.
- Don Li Bai, "Summer in the Mountains"
Pick a rose and pin it in your hair, and release your body and mind in the green world. Find a shade and admire the masterpiece of the sun and branches.
Wander between the mountains and rivers, brew a pot of summer tea, wait for the breeze, and put a game of chess, but it is comfortable and elegant.
With the lotus incense to take advantage of the sunset, I want to play a song but no one appreciates it, so I have to think about it.
If there is a temperature in the mind, then the part of the thought for you is enough to steam through this summer; if the thought has a shadow, then the part of the thought is enough to shade the whole summer.
The mountain light suddenly set in the west, and the pond moon gradually moved east.
Radiate the coolness of the sunset, open and lie idle.
The lotus wind sends the aroma, and the bamboo dew drops clearly.
If you want to play the piano, you hate ignorant music rewards.
Feeling this nostalgic for the past, the dream of the midnight labor.
--Tang Meng Haoran, "Summer South Pavilion Huaixin Da"
Change the order to read Fangchen, tired of the day forever.
The summer wood has become yin, and the public gate is constant and quiet.
The long wind began to drift, and the clouds were piled up before the mountains were thrown.
Sit and want to leave the people, but also be sorry for the scenery.
- Tang Wei Yingwu, "Li Xia Ri Remembers the Brothers of the Beijing Master"
In April, the rain and rain are clear, and the South Mountain is clear.
There are no willows rising from the wind, but the sunflowers are tilted to the sun.
--Song Sima Guang, "Early Summer in the Middle of the Guest"
There is no need to feel that time is fleeting, and there is no need to hurt the spring because of falling flowers. With a joyful mood, we look forward to the sweetness of summer, look forward to the fragrance of flowers on the shelves, and look forward to the beauty and touch of time.
Embrace summer and cherish this gift from nature like all plants.
You see, it won't be long before the greenery joins together, bringing more coolness to the summer days.
You listen, the green leaves growing in the brilliant daylight, and then waiting for a wind to play a music full of life for you...
"The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the terraces are reflected in the pond." A song, a touch of leisure, soaked with greenery, steaming with water vapor, we gathered again in Lixia.
When you part, may your love be long, live in peace like the wind, and may you carry the prosperity of Lixia and move forward safely in time.