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Summer
Text: Wang Guanling
The scorching sun is like a fire, and the sauna is stuffy and difficult to sleep.
The south wind is powerless to drive away the heat, and the frogs sing cicadas and singing.
Crickets take advantage of the shade to the courtyard, and eagles fly high in the space.
Where to find a hint of coolness, green trees and shade to escape the summer day.
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Yong Xiao Xia
Text/Wang Jinbox
At four o'clock, there is a festival and a little heat, and the hot summer has entered the ambush.
There is rain in the sky, and the spirit is vigorous, and the earth is free of disasters and all things are strong.
I like to listen to the hundred birds singing harmony, smiling and welcoming the thousands of greens to autumn ripeness.
The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the world of poetry, and the purple and red are all drawn.
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Yongxiao summer solar term
Text/Qu Fenghua
The summer solar term is coming to the world, and the clouds are dense with rain and ripples.
The breeze blows to drive away the heat wave, and the Xiange Lake is pacing leisurely.
The green trees are fragrant and the flowers are fragrant, and the boats are speeding on the lake.
The lake pavilion sits quietly and listens to the sound of the wind, and the blue lotus is rolling jade and round.
The water in the south of the Yangtze River is sent to chase away the drought demon, and the Tianrun Miaowang rivers and lakes are full.
Note: The small summer solar term starts from the 6th, marking the hot season, but this year's summer is a bit abnormal, the early continuous high temperature, often hovering around 39 degrees, the Jiangnan rain belt moved north to the north of the Yellow River, it rained for several days, swept away the hot climate, and became cool.
Xiao Xia groaned
Text/Liu Bomei
In the summer season, it is like steaming, thunder and lightning and rain pour.
The acacia flowers are blooming, and the fertile water is closed.
The soldiers are busy saving the danger when they hear the wind, and the people are the soul of the party.
There is always an imbalance in the sky, and the most important thing is that people and everything is prosperous.
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小熱吟句
Text/Song Nailiang
The smoke is green and green, and the fragrance of peaches, purple and green melons is smelled everywhere.
The hibiscus blooms in the flowers, and the rainy season is crazy in the waves.
After listening to the cicadas singing and the clouds, he begged the birds to blow cool at night.
He is pitiful that the rest of the summer is short, and there is still a long dream of the autumn wind.
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Jiachen chanted
Text/Zou Xiaohua
The upper and lower boiling hot air steaming, the crickets avoid the eaves of the wall and spread their wings.
The rice ripe lotus fragrant frog sings suddenly, and the river is wide and the waves are raining rapidly.
The pavilion is covered with sunlight, and the moon shadow rises brightly.
The world is hot and cold, and the natural heart is calm and refreshing.
Summer
Text: Jin Dengren (Poyang, Jiangxi)
The yellow plum season is lingering in the rain, and the rice ripe melon is sweet and joyful.
Birds sing and fish soar to urge the sun, cicadas chirp frogs and drums accompany the stars.
Flood control and rescue are sprinkled with pride, and replanting is busy with fast horsewhips.
Although the summer heat invades the sweat back, the murmuring water celebrates the harvest year.
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Summer
Text/Ju Dengde
The small summer melon and sweet rice are fragrant, and the hot wind is blowing in the hot red sun.
The sound of frogs sang the praises of China, and they knew that they sang Shengshichang.
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Everything is cold, and it is full of joy in the middle of summer.
The peasants obey the festival and the rain is good for the fertile fields.
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The melons and fruits are fragrant and the butterflies are envious, and the seedlings and pods are coveted.
The new seedlings are flourishing in the summer, and the diligent and deep hoes are in June.
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Knowing that the noon dream is gone, who will the hibiscus flower spit out to?
Wen Feng is incomprehensible about lovesickness, and when it comes to lovesickness, it is pitiful.
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