The summer in the poem is cool: under the plum tree, the summer night chases the cool

The hot summer is like a burning, and there is a kind of cool feeling in Sanfu Tian. There are many words describing the cool summer in ancient poems. I read two songs today. Quickness, want to express one or two.

Summer day

The first poem to read was the "well" of the Tang Dynasty poet Li Yan. Among them, there was a profound mood:

"Xiang Sun Lotus Pure, containing the wind Li Shuxun."

"Lotus" refers to the summer, the lotus is out of the mud, not stained, facing the hot sun in the sun. At this time, a breeze was blown. Li Shu's fragrance was blown by the wind and blew into the heart of the poet. The static scenery of the first half and the dynamic picture of the second half of the sentence builds a beautiful and cool painting painting, refreshing. Such a picture reminds me of the scene where I was sitting under the small stone step under the plum tree when I was a kid.

There are two trees in front of the house, a plum tree, and a jujube tree. They like to eat plums, so remember to be clearer. In the summer vacation of childhood, one year of summer plum trees were covered with fruit, dark green plums, sweet and sourness, and the mouth is not worth mentioning as if the hotness of Sanfu Tian.

Plum

In the early morning of summer, I always got up very early, calling the children of the same age to sit at the small stone steps under the plum tree, look up at the sky in the distance, the streamlined clouds are embellished on the east side, and the edge of the flowing clouds. With a faint golden light, the breeze brushed the fragrance of the plum crossing the cheeks. After the tiredness faded, he told his friends where he should go to play today. The breeze in the early morning of the summer, the aroma of Li Shu fruit, and the childish child, as if life is so quiet.

Later, with the age of age, Li Zishu did not care well a few years later, the fruit no longer grew, and the young partners of the same age did not meet very much. There were no people who saw the scenery on the small stone steps. It seems a little less taste. In the past, I was just Wangyun, eating plums, and where I wanted to go to play. Later, I watched Li Shu no longer and people had gone away. I doubted in my heart.

Summer night

The second poem to read was the "Summer Night Chasing Liang" of the Song Dynasty poet Yang Wanli's "Summer Night", and there was also a unique mood:

"Bamboo deep trees dense insects are sounding, and it is not wind when it is slightly cold."

"Chasing cool" is also a cool. The poet cools in the summer night. He sat in the courtyard and heard the sound of the sound of the bamboo forests and trees in the distance. The summer night in the mountains is not so hot. Under the swaying of the moonlight, there is a barking of insects, a fan fan, a trace of heart, this is even cool. This is not blowing through the evening breeze, more like feeling quiet and cool in my heart, integrating with nature. Such a scene also reminds me of the scene where I was in the summer night in the summer night.

The summer vacation was very slow, and it was so happy. Time seemed to return to my childhood. In my memory, I played mud in my hometown and my peers. Everything was childhood. Standing on the table tilted, swaying the fan blades brought a little coolness. At night, without the heat of the daytime, after dinner, he played games with many children. He jumped and jumped, and moved the bench to sit in the yard to cool. The memory is still fresh, and it will also compete with the children at home, as if it is like holding the banana fan of Princess Iron Fan in the Journey to the West, the fan is hot, and the fan will be cool in summer. After the night, I returned to the room and listened to the purse fan blades in the house. The moonlight outside the room shot into the window sill.

Lotus pond moonlight

The pace of time has never stopped. The scene of the ancient people chasing the cool summer night seemed to be similar in summer nights, but today the summer night has less. Sitting in the air -conditioned room, the window is a high -rise building. The bright moon in the sky seems to be snatched by the city's lights. At this time, I sat in front of the table and looked at the book, attached to my pen, and immersed in the memory, the small stone steps, the streamlined cloud, and the burst of insects ...

The cool summer in poems is a portrayal of life, the quietness of the poet, and the experience of life. Recalling the past cannot be reproduced. Knowing that the leader of the Japanese can cherish it, the three -volt summer summer, I hope that we are good at each other, and the heart is cool and cool.

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