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Pin summer
Tang Bai Juyi
Why do you have to be bored with the heat and live in a courtyard.
There is nothing long in front of you, and there is a breeze under the window.
Heat dissipation is composed of the mind, and cool life is the empty room.
At this time, it is difficult to be more self-sufficient, and it is difficult to be more in tune with others.
The summer is always a hot season, but the poet Bai Juyi can be leisurely. He lives in a small courtyard, although he is poor and has no long belongings, but under the wind window, his heart is calm, the heat naturally subsides, and there are not many things in the room. At this moment, the poet enjoys himself in this situation, and this happiness is not humane. The weather is hot and the living conditions are simple, but the poet can enjoy it with peace and happiness, which is admirable. This poem is also refreshing and pleasant to read, bringing a touch of coolness to people in the bitter summer.
Summer idle
I don't go out in the heat, and there are no guests.
The ashram is deeply curtained, and the small courtyard is newly swept away.
The clothes are restored to the shore, and the idleness is arrogant.
Face the scenery pillow and sleep in the cool.
Lunch is all, fish and meat one or two flavors.
There are not many summer clothes, banana yarn three or five things.
The capital is enough, and the long goods are in vain.
If I am better than the people of the Lady, I am now too rich.
This poem is also composed by Bai Juyi Daxia, and the feelings expressed are similar to the previous ones. The poet seems to be very happy and relaxed. The heat was so hot that the poet did not want to go out, and no one visited. The quiet room was hung with a curtain, separated by a silence, and the floor of the courtyard had just been swept, clean and tidy. "Dress" means to lift the clothes, and "shore clothes" means to push up the turban, indicating that he is very free, leisurely and arbitrary. The cool bamboo mat is suitable for resting. Lunch a small dish or two, summer clothes are only a few pieces of banana yarn. Now that you are self-sufficient, the excess is a matter of effort. If it is compared with Yan Hui, I am afraid that I am still too rich and comfortable. The poet describes his simple but not simple life in the summer, showing his leisurely state of mind.
The night of June 18 is a great heat
SIMA Guang. surname
The old willow ticks noisily, and the desolate garden shines brightly.
Human feelings are suffering, and things are already in autumn.
The moon is cold and the wind is brushing white.
How to be a guest in the middle of the night, and tie the Gurdmon.
Not everyone's summer is as free and boundless as the side where Bai Juyi lived. Sima Guang, on the contrary, was rather worried. Listen to the chirping of summer bugs and watch fireflies fly through the deserted courtyard. Obviously, it is a bitter summer, but it has suddenly reached the cool season of autumn. The poet felt the passage of time and the aging of the years, and could not help but sigh. Cold water, white head, midnight, and the prince of the gurudwara all reflect the poet's helplessness about the passage of time. Cherish the present, cherish the years. Time is too thin, the finger slits are too wide, don't let it pass quietly before you know it.
And Chao Ying's summer book
ZHANG Lei. surname
Pengmen closed the car for a long time, and he was afraid of the summer.
Green introduction young moss left bird seal, green hanging residual leaves with insect book.
What is the work of the cold spring out of the well, and the white feather invitation is already sparse.
Bear with the west wind and a depression, the blue perch means nothing.
It is a gift poem, and the poet seems to be very afraid of heat, closed doors, and not very much out. Due to the inaccessibility, moss grows all over the courtyard to provoke birds to walk, and green leaves are hanging freely, with traces of insects. What is the cold spring flowing out of the well, and the birds with white feathers can no longer attract coolness. When the autumn festival comes, the west wind XiaoXiao, I invite you to taste the food and wine together, I don't know what you think? It can be felt that although the poet does not like the hot weather, he can still remember to meet with his friends, and it is not difficult to see the poet's feelings for his friends.
Hot summer
Zeng Several. surname
When the red sun passes, the breeze is nowhere to be found.
The scriptures talk about pillow books, and melons and plums float and sink.
Lan Ruo was quiet, and Maoz was deep and deep.
The steaming is as promised, and it is even more regrettable to divide the yin.
The sun in the summer is very poisonous, I don't know when it will set, and the breeze seems to be hiding, and there is nowhere to find it. Several scrolls of scriptures are chatted to pass the long daylight, and the melons and fruits that are surging in the water rise and float. Buddhism refers to the forest, which by extension means a place of silence. "Mautz" means hut. It represents a scene of tranquility and silence. The poet points out in the last sentence that although the weather is so hot, it is more important to cherish time.
Da Xia Shui Ge listened to Jin Qing's family Zhaohua playing the flute
HUANG Tingjian. Northern song dynasty
Bamboo can chant the underwater dragon, and the jade person should be in the moon.
When to wash the autumn air heat, scattered frost day deciduous wind.
The poem describes the poet listening to the flute on a hot moonlit night above the water pavilion. It seems that the life of the ancients was always full of poetry, and the summer of the day dissipated at night, inviting three or two friends, carrying a few pots of turbid wine, and blowing the wind and enjoying the flute on the water pavilion. It's all very comfortable and comfortable to think about. In the first two sentences of the poem, the poet describes the beauty of the flute sound, like an underwater dragon, and it is like a healthy turn. The Piper Jade Man is not like a mortal, and should live in the Guanghan Palace. The poet also hopes to wash away the heat of the whole day as soon as possible, so that the notes of the water will turn into a refreshing autumn breeze.
Daishiro Takeshita
Southern Song Dynasty/Zheng Gangzhong
Hsinchu is dense on a daily basis, and bamboo leaves are growing day by day.
The jagged four windows, the small and the big are all bright.
Long Xia Fang was full of energy and was about to burn the mountain fan.
Leisurely this gentleman, not allowed to go to it.
The wind is as pleasant as a pleasant one, and it also rejuvenates my face.
Yellow staggered bamboo branches and put them into the moon bend.
Green yin and green light follow, and the broken jade light is colorful.
I held up a large bottle of wine, wanting to rejoice with the wind and the moon.
The breeze does not stay, and the moon does not say a word.
Drink alone and get drunk, and dream cool and wide.
The newborn bamboo is becoming more and more dense, and the bamboo leaves are becoming more and more abundant. They grow unevenly outside the window, like ancient sacred trees. The heat of the summer is in full swing, and it seems to burn the whole mountain. The bamboo, on the other hand, is like a leisurely gentleman, not in this sweltering heat. The breeze blows, like a sympathetic person, which makes me happy. The moon gradually rises, embedded in the bamboo shadows. The bamboo shadows in the moonlight are like broken jade, blown by the wind. I held up the wine cup and wanted to invite Qingfeng Mingyue to drink together. However, the breeze did not stop, and the moon did not say a word. I drank alone and fell drunk, and in my dreams the heavens and the earth were wide.
Hot summer Matsushita lie down
Song/Chen Tianrui
Yan Wei is arrogant, and there is no business misery.
The sea of clouds is vast and the flying dragons are unobstructed.
I am a native of the garden, and I used to be from the lead.
Everything has been restored, and ten years have been empty.
The pavilion is pineed, and the small pond is open.
Fenqing mud pollutes itself, and the roots are shaken in vain.
All day long, in the middle of it, there is a hundred feelings of silence.
Phase the evening incense, look at this autumn appearance light.
The poet lay under a pine tree in the summer, and he felt a lot of emotions. The poet line describes the heat of the hot summer weather, and thinks of his past career as a writer, which is discouraged. Here the pines are dense and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Pine roots must be firm, and lotus flowers do not stain fiber dust. Lying between such a scenery, I have mixed feelings. The poet has gone through the changes of the world, and has become indifferent to the worldly glitz, and only hopes that the old people will be protected in the late festival and watch the flowers blossom and fall.
Source: St. Guiguo Academy