Ancient poems about the summer solstice 2017 summer solstice poems appreciation

What are some ancient poems about the summer solstice? The Summer Solstice is not only one of the 24 solar terms, but also the earliest established festival in my country. Next, let’s appreciate how the ancients celebrated the summer solstice.

2017 Summer Solstice Poetry Appreciation

"Two Poems on a Walk on the Creek at Dusk with Chen Luchang after the Rain at Summer Solstice" by Yang Wanli The western mountain is already dark behind the golden bell, yet a glimmer of light still shines on the eastern mountain.
The color of the mountains changes during the filming, sometimes yellow, sometimes purple, and sometimes completely green.
The second evening was cool and just right for walking along the stream, and the dusk was urging people to get up quickly.
Halfway through the journey, the croaking of frogs stopped me in my tracks, and a pine fire shone brightly through the fence.

"Climbing the Liantian Temple in the Early Summer After the Summer Solstice" by Yang Wanli The director ascended the stage early and left late, and he had no place to move his couch even after trying all the moves.
I am fanning myself not for the sake of coolness, but because my hands are tired and I need to rest.

"He Chang Yingshu's Happy Rain at Summer Solstice" by Yang Wanli The refreshing summer rain is not sought, just like the yellow plum blossoms and the approaching autumn wheat.
Last year, the crops were half dead, and we all prayed and exchanged wishes.
There is no need to be angry in this life. Once you are full, you should rest.
Beyond the flowers, the green fields are so deep that the cranes are submerged. Come and see the Marquis of Xia Pi.

"Miscellaneous Feelings on a Summer Day (Four Poems)" by Liu Ji The summer solstice brings with it a chilly mood and the scenery becomes increasingly chaotic; it is a cause for sorrow that half a century has passed.
The scales cannot enter the dreams of dragons and monsters, and the broken wings cannot make swallows and sparrows guess.
Cicada flowers stick to the green grass under the rain, and fireflies emerge from the moss on the eaves under the wind.
It is a good way to relax and enjoy the scenery, but there is no wine cup to drink.

"Escaping the Summer Heat at the North Pond" by Wei Yingwu The sundial has reached its lowest point, and the nights have become longer from now on. Before the government can start to govern and educate, the worry is that the situation will become increasingly fickle.
The government has more free time during the day, so farmers are a little busy this month. Living high up and thinking of the fields, how can I bear the hardship and heat?
I rest among the creatures in the pavilion at noon and wander alone in my favorite pond. The door is closed and it is dark and quiet, the city is tall and the trees are lush.
The green bamboo still contains some powder, and the round lotus is beginning to emit fragrance. Then you can put aside your worries and drink from the beautiful wine cup.

"When I was thinking of returning home, I was a proofreader." 》Bai Juyi has no meals in the morning and evening, and no food for the summer. Then he sought for a position in the family and came to the capital with a humble attitude.
The meager salary has not yet reached my family, but it is already too late for other families. In winter, I love the warmth in the bed, but in spring, I miss the time to pick orchids.
At the summer solstice, a ray of yin is born, and the evening clock becomes slightly later. Those who are filled with sorrow are the only ones who know it in the long night.
The road to my hometown is long and winding, my dream is gone but my body is not with me. Sitting and lamenting the changing of seasons, cicadas chirp on the branches of locust trees.

"Presented to Guest Lu in Reply to Meng De's "Recalling Suzhou on the Summer Solstice" Bai Juyi recalled that when he was in Suzhou, he often attended the summer solstice banquet. The rice dumplings are fragrant and tender, and the roasted goose is crispy and delicious.
There are many terraces and pavilions in the water country, and the Wu style values ​​musical instruments. Every household has wine, and everywhere there are boats.
You are next to me when I hand over the seal, and I am in front when the curtain is lifted. This place is all old, but looking east it still looks the same.
The autumn moon over the wheat fields in Luoxia and the plum rain day in the south of the Yangtze River. It has been thirteen years since the events at Qiyun Tower began.

"My Thoughts Written in Hengyang County Study on the Summer Solstice" When Linghu Chu first came to Jiangcheng to guard it, he saw the full moon on the river for the seventh time. I am almost seventy years old, and my hometown is over three thousand miles away.
When the curtain is opened, one seldom goes out to look around; when the curtain is closed, one usually sleeps. The new festival is coming again, and all old friends are donating to each other.
When will the imperial palace be opened and my appeal be made to the heavens?

"Summer Solstice" by Fan Chengda: Morning and evening are filled with the sound of stone tripods, and cold and warm are under the shadows of paper windows.
If you haven't participated in the temple sacrifices for more than a year, how dare you call yourself a filial son and a loving grandson?

"Two Poems on Spending the Summer Solstice at the East Market" by Hong Zikui The rice fields are planted and the rain has just stopped, the shepherds are busy with their work, it is a sign of peace and prosperity.
The bald man wears his calf's nose to go against the wind, and sits sideways on the cow's waist to walk on the grass.

"Summer Solstice Rain Letter to Cheng Ruwen" by Zhang Zhengmeng Under the weeping willows in the hall, I sit silently as the time passes. The years pass by slowly, and my heart is filled with sorrow.
The spider webs on the rain eaves are heavy, and the bird's nest on the wind-blown tree is tilted. No one sees my melancholy, and I hold the cup in vain.

"Rain on the Summer Solstice" by Yuan Shuoyou The thousands of rocks and trees are covered in mist, and the creek is bright along the towers. A piece of cloud seals the old hatred, and the sudden rain brings new sorrows.
The festival passed quickly again, and the poems were drawn out. A sick body cannot withstand the heat, and an old hair cannot withstand the autumn.

"Rain after the Summer Solstice" by Su Che Heaven does not make the poor poor. Even when there is a severe drought, rain will come. The wheat in the spring marshes is dry, and the crops are withered like thunder in summer.
If there is no rain twice in one year, the granaries will not be filled. I am poor, but I have to eat what God gives me.
After fifteen years of taking away the title of Duke of Lu, he had land on the banks of Yingchuan. I am not able to work hard enough in the fields, and I feel ashamed of the harvest.
The remaining work was used to repair the house, and the remaining waste was used to feed the dogs and pigs. If you keep your body useless for a long time, you will not know the will of heaven.