What are the poems of the summer night country, not poetry

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses.

The sun is setting,

What does it mean to have poetry and not poetry?

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in the Yellow Sand Road" - Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze is clear.

Cicadas chirp in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard.

Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

The gist of the word: The bright moon rises in the east, and the light startles the magpie of the closed rock on the branch to fly around the branch. The breeze blows in the middle of the night, sending the sound of cicadas chirping in the distance.

The nose smelled the aroma of rice flowers in the field, and the ears heard the farmers talking: it is another harvest year. The frogs in the pond also croaked in agreement.

At this time, seven or eight stars hung in the sky, and a drizzle fell in front of the mountain. The thatched shop where I used to live is on the edge of the sedan chair royal forest in the village community. I turned a corner on the bridge and immediately saw the crack.

This poem describes the scenery of the fields that the author saw on a summer night, using a variety of rhetorical devices such as confrontation and personification.

Through the "description of the five senses", people have a sense of immersion. Huangshaling is located in the west of Shangrao City 40 miles, is a small valley more than ten zhang high from the flat land. There are two clear springs in it, which are just right for farmers to farm.

There are many poems that describe the countryside in summer, such as: Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous [Content]: The day rises in the field and the night is hemp, and the children of the village are in charge of their own homes.

The children and grandchildren have not solved the problem of farming and weaving, and they also learn to grow melons in Sangyin. What I saw [Qing] Yuan Mei The shepherd boy rode a ox, and the song vibrated Lin Yue. Intending to catch the cicada, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Midsummer [Tang] Fan Xun In the middle of summer, it rains like a river. Lu orange hangs golden bullets, and sweet bananas spit white lotus.

Mengxia [Tang] Jia Gong Jiangnan Mengxia, Ci bamboo shoots such as weaving. The mirage is the pavilion, and the frog is the orchestra.

Xiaochi [Song] Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the sunshine. The little lotus showed its sharp corners, and there was already a sunny fly.

Seven Uniques] Today's "Appreciation Pavilion".

Wen Su Yanming).

On the bank of the Ximen River, go to Jinling Shangxiu Pavilion.

has lost the prosperity of the year, how can the old Xin be resurrected.

Seven Uniques] Mochou Lake Sue.

Wen Su Yanming).

It was once famous in China, and now the high-rise buildings are the wind of the sun.

Lu Nu frowned and said in her heart, who will lock the servant in a cage!

Seven Uniques] Respect for nature.

Wen Su Yanming).

The typhoon sent the rain to enjoy the coolness, and the song and dance park was on the scene again.

How can the air conditioner be compared, and the power of heaven is immeasurable.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

The bright moon is not frightening, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers says that there is a good year, and the sound of frogs is heard. Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain. In the old days, on the edge of the forest of the Maodian Society, the road turned to the river bridge and suddenly saw it.

Translation: The bright moon on the horizon rose above the treetops, startling the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seemed to hear the sound of cicadas in the distance.

In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest year, and there are bursts of frog calls in their ears, as if talking about the harvest year. Light clouds floated in the sky, twinkling stars appeared and disappeared, a light rain began to fall in front of the mountain, and the familiar thatched hut of the past was still nestled in the woods near the Land Temple. Turning a corner, the thatched shop suddenly appeared in front of him.

Source: Song Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Moon, Night Walk in Huangsha Road".

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer. (Bai Juyi: "Guankarima).".

Living deep in the city, spring goes to summer and is still clear. (Li Shangyin: (Late sunny)) The first summer is still clear and peaceful, and the grass has not stopped.

Xie Lingyun: (Traveling to Chishi into the Sea of Sails) The bitter nights of midsummer are short, and the opening is slightly cool. (Du Fu:.)

Summer Night Sigh") Farmer Fang Xia Yun, sit down and dare to eat. Everyone is bitter and hot, and I love the long summer.

Li Ang: "Summer Couplet").