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Appreciation of the most beautiful ancient poems in the hot summer

The summer heat in 24 solar terms is in dog days, and the temperature reaches the highest at this time of the year. The following is the appreciation of the most beautiful ancient poems in summer, hoping to help you.

In summer, listen to Jin playing the flute and Huang Tingjian in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Bamboo can sing underwater dragons, and jade people should respond to the moonlight.

When can we wash away the air and heat in autumn and make it the wind of frosty days and fallen leaves?

Xin Qiji's Moonlit Night on the West River on Huangsha Road in Southern Song Dynasty

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Bai Juyi of Xiao Xia 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.

On the night of June 18th, Sima Guang was very hot in the Song Dynasty.

Old willow is noisy and desolate.

Human feelings suffer from the heat, so what if autumn is crisp?

Comb your hair before the wind when it rains cold water on the moon.

How to stay up late to pay tribute to the public?

Once upon a time in the Song Dynasty in Daxia

As soon as the sun passes, the breeze is nowhere to be found.

Books talk about pillows, melons and fruits rise and fall.

Lan ruojing is quiet and quiet, and the hair is deep.

Inflammation and steaming are so much more precious.

Man Jiang hong da Shu Liu Song Jiang bamboo shoots

Nanpu green waves, only dilapidated, pedestrians walk.

Although there are only 90 thousand, Tianchi Chunbi.

Luan 'er and his wife, Feng's friends are competing with each other, and Gulls and herons have known each other in the air.

Going to Yutang and reading Xijiang in the sky is not what it used to be.

A business trip is better than leaving.

It makes people feel old and empty.

But when you are cold, pine and cypress are happy.

Fortunately, cleaning up debts is not as good as having sex in Jinmen.

It is very hot all over the world, so hot that there is almost no breeze.

Zhu Li Guan Tang Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.