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What are the ancient poems about the great summer heat?
1, "The Night of June 18th"

[Song]? Sima guang

Old willows are noisy and desolate.

Human feelings are suffering from summer heat, so how can things be surprised in autumn?

Cold water under the moon, brushing your hair before the wind.

How to stay up late at night and pay tribute to the public.

2. "Great Summer"

[Song]? Once upon a time

When the sun passes, the breeze is nowhere to be found.

Books talk about pillows, and melons and plums are floating and sinking.

Lan Ruojing is quiet and quiet, and Maozi is deep and deep.

Inflammatory steaming is so, it is even more precious to divide yin.

3, "B not June Summer"

[Song]? Fang hui

Divide the sky into four orders, and the most bitter thing is steaming.

Now I need no desire, but I can't suffer from it.

It should be rainy again, who knows how to hide ice.

Human resources are returned to the yuan dynasty, and life depends on it.

4. "The Summer Water Pavilion listens to Jin Qing Jia Zhaohua playing the flute"

[Song]? Huang tingjian

Bamboo can sing underwater dragons, and jade people should be in the moonlight.

When is it time to wash the autumn air and heat, and make it a frosty day and a deciduous wind?

5. "Two Songs of Panasonic Lying Up in the Summer"

[Song]? Chen Tianrui

Rapidly turning to anger, high standards and elegance.

Where does the hermit camp, under the clear shadow of the hermit.

The former residence of He Qiansheng, is like a building.

Lying in the south wind, flying in the summer.

The five strings are ringing in the sky, and the songs are full of wild songs.

Get up and remember the last words, and analyze those who have firewood.

6. "Drinking under the Bamboo in the Summer"

[Song]? Zheng Gangzhong

Hsinchu is getting denser every day, and bamboo leaves are getting more numerous every day.

Staggered four windows, small and big are all fragrant.

The summer heat is full of energy, and it wants to burn the mountain fans.

Leisurely this gentleman, not to the meantime.

Falling in the wind, like a lovely person, also restores my face.

Yellow staggered bamboo rafters and put them into the moon.

Green and shade are combined, and jade and light are broken.

I raise a big bottle of wine to have sex with the wind and moon.

The breeze does not leave me, and the moon is silent.

If you drink alone, you will get drunk, and the dream will be cool and the world will be wide.