The poem about the wind is 1. Poems about the wind
I hope I can help you: 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The wind is full, and the general hunts Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting) 3. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.
(Lu Lun: "The Next Song") 4. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
(Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 6. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
("Farewell Du to Shu Guan") 8. I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid those beautiful buildings are too high to be cold. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When will there be a bright moon? It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
(Li Shangyin: Untitled) 10. The sky is gray, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile) 1 1. I want to get my clothes wet. My face is cold.
(Zhinan: Jueju) 12. The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back at the middle of the month and the Ming Dynasty. (Young Beauty by Li Yu) 13. In front of Huangta, Jiangdong, spring is lazy and sleepy. (Du Fu: Looking for Flowers Alone by the River) 14. In the evening, the south wind came and the wheat was covered with yellow.
(Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting") 15. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. (Xin Qiji) 16. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
(Yan Shu: recent flowers) 17. Don't worry, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. (Li Qingzhao: Drunken Flowers) 18. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, dream of MOS rail glacier.
(Lu You's Storm on November 4th) 19. Jincheng has many silk pipes, half in the river and half in the clouds. (Du Fu: Send Flowers to Qing) 20. The lake and the moon set each other off, and the windless mirror on the pool surface was not polished.
(Liu Yuxi: Looking at Dongting from afar) 2 1. There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind is cold and the willows are oblique. (History of Han Art and Literature) 22. Wan Li sand of the Yellow River, waves and wind blowing from the horizon.
(Liu Yuxi's "Langtaosha").
2. Poems about the wind
1, Yunfei is windy. -Han Liubang's "Big Wind Song"
2, where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan Xiaofeng waning moon. -Song Liu Yong's "Yu Linling"
3, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -Song Zhinan's "Jueju"
4. Apes whimper in the high wind-Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
5, the wind blows, cattle and sheep are low-the northern folk song "Chile Song"
6. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Tangzhihuan's Liangzhou Ci
7, the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever. -"Historical Records, Biography of Assassins"
8. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Don Cen Can
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi
10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -"The Recent Flowers" by Song Yan Shu
1 1, the ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. -Ma Song Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
12, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. -Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate"
13, east wind evil, with a thin sense of joy, with sadness left for several years. -Song Luyou's "Hairpin Phoenix"
14, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Hu's "The Title of Chengnan Village"
15, it was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. -Tang Li Shangyin "Untitled"
16, the children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Qing Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
17 but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Tang Menghao's "Spring Dawn"
18. Last night, the autumn wind entered Hanguan, and the moon was full of Xishan. -Tang, "Early Autumn of Juncheng"
19, bow back, bright sword and frost, autumn wind out of Xianyang. -Tang Linghu Chu's Youth Travel
20, but the rest of the characters are hard to find and walk far in the snow. -Modern Liang Qichao's Rain in the Pacific Ocean
2 1, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow. -Don't Be Big
22, Jinting Yang Liubi, people standing in Dongfeng wine half drunk. -Ming Lu Juan, "Writing Poems for Father"
23, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. -Tang Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"
24, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day. -Tang Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
25, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
3. Poems about the breeze
The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. -Su Shi's Red Cliff Fu
The breeze can't read, so why turn over the books?
The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze chirps at midnight.
If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?
Although the breeze is thin, it is difficult to blow me, but why doesn't the moon shine on people? —— Huang Zongxi
Huang Tingjian, scribe of Ezhou South Building
Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface.
The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.
Qingfeng gives Han anonymity.
Jiang Mumu is breezy,
Blow me.
Green robes are like spring grass,
Grass is long and comfortable.
Chao Dengjin Liangshan,
See what you think.
Andrew's letter,
Kyaukpyu lasted for a while.
Love poem Cao Zhi
Cloudy and sunny, the breeze blows my clothes.
Fish swim in the water and birds fly in the sky.
If you are a traveler, the corvee will not come back.
First it was a severe frost, now it's white dew.
Travelers sigh and leave, and singers sing.
Generous to the guests, sad inside.
4. Poems about the wind
one
Title: Wind
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Qiao
Genre: five musts
Content:-
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring.
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Brief analysis:
This poem shows the power of the wind: leaves can fall in late autumn, flowers can be pushed in early spring and February, huge waves in thousands of feet can be set off when crossing the river, and 10,000 bamboos can be blown into the bamboo forest.
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Title: Feng Yongan
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Bo
Genre: Five Principles
Category: Theme
Content:-
The cool breeze in Su Su wakes me up.
Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.
The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.
Appreciation: Poets use the wind to describe people, hold things to express their aspirations, and deliberately praise the noble character and diligence of the wind. The wind doesn't rest day and night, trying to be good for people. Isn't it right for a capable person to do things according to the wind direction? The poet has little talent, but his ambition is hardly rewarded. He once wrote passionately in the famous preface to Wang Teng-ting: "There is no way to volunteer, waiting for the final army to be weak; I have a pen and Mu Zong is Changfeng. " In this article, he is reciting his thoughts through the wind and pinning his ambition of "soaring into the sky". Song Jiyong's Chronicle of Tang Poetry called this poem "the most aftertaste, which is really a genius", which is probably where its aftertaste lies.
The focus of this poem is the word "sentient beings". From the top, it was written by "sentient beings", which was refreshing. From the bottom, it was praised by "sentient beings" as "relaxing for you". Through this anthropomorphic artistic technique, Feng's image is vividly portrayed. The first sentence says that the wind rises at the speed of "Su Su". Feng Ji had no purpose, but the word "plus" was used in the second sentence on purpose.
That action, as if lightning speed, is just to make Lin Gu give people a refreshing sense of urgency. The activities of writing about the wind below are also anthropomorphic descriptions of dynamic scenes in the wind, such as "driving smoke", "rolling fog" and "relaxing sound". The wind blows smoke and the wind blows away, which are all natural phenomena originally written as conscious activities. She is miraculous, like an elf, going in and out of the mountain stream, driving away cigarettes and fog and sending them away.
It's refreshing, and it plays the pines of mountains and rivers, playing a wonderful movement for people. In the poet's pen, the image of the wind is vividly portrayed.
three
Title: Autumn wind
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Lu You
Content:-
Autumn wind blows guests, saving things and sighing.
At the end of the year, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and my trip will never end.
Frost and water are green, and the sunset glow is light.
Go to the no.38 road, and no ape will break his heart.
four
Title: West Wind
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
Genre: Five Principles
Content:-
The west wind has been coming for a few days, and a leaf has already flown first.
Xinji qingqi, cool clothes and change into cooked clothes first.
Shallow canal pins slow down the water, and sparse bamboo leaks oblique light.
At dusk, in Moss Lane, the boy took the crane home.
5. Ten poems about "wind"
Last night, the small building was easterly, so my country couldn't bear to look back at the Ming Dynasty in the middle of the month-(Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Yu's "The Mermaid" became frosty and cold, the river was deserted, and the residual photos were buildings.
-(Song) Liu Yong's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" has a heavy curtain and the wind is uncertain. Beginning of life is quiet, and the sunset should be full tomorrow. -(Song) "You Xian" wishes Dongfeng to bring wine, and * * * hangs Luocheng East calmly.
-(Song) Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha" is a beautiful field with a clear moon and a suitable night. —— (Song) Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" is 10,000 yuan, and the country has broken mountains and rivers.
-(Song) Zhu Dunru's "Minus Magnolia" The wind stopped and Pengzhou blew away the three mountains! -(Song) Li Qingzhao's "The Fisherman's Pride" The moon sets on the river, and the wind is whistling. -(Ming) North Joan's Cold Night On a windy night, Huang Cancan flies.
-(Tang)' s On the Mountain, the water is cold, with a wind from the north. -(Tang) Meng Haoran was cold early, the wind blew the leaves on both sides, and the moon crossed me alone.
-(Tang) Meng Haoran's "From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou" is surging, and the general hunts Weicheng. -(Tang) Wang Wei hunted until the bank at low tide widened and there was no wind to stir my lonely sail.
-(Tang) Wang Wan's "The next berth on Beibao Mountain" asked where the plum blossoms fell, and the wind blew all over the mountain overnight. (Tang) Gao Shi's "Listening to the flute on the plug" Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night.
-(Tang) Liu Changqing's "The Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow" The apes whimper in the high wind, and the birds fly across the white sand in clear lake. -(Tang) Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain", there is a cold wind blowing in the distant sky. What are you thinking, old friend? ? -(Tang) Du Fu's "To Li Bai at the End of the Day" ode to the west wind (English) Shelley-Oh, the wild west wind, you smell the autumn! Because you can't see it, thousands of trees are scattered, like ghosts fleeing from exorcism wizards, faded, black, pale and blushing, and countless leaves destroyed by epidemics are flying around; Oh, you fly winged seeds to their dark wintering beds, just like a corpse lying in a grave. They will be dormant, cold and desolate, respectively, until your blue sister blows her bright horn in spring and blows it to the land of dreams (such as herding sheep and driving sweet buds into the air to feed and drink), so that the mountains and plains are full of life colors and fragrance.
Free spirit, you, you travel far and wide; You destroy, you save, listen, oh, listen! On your stream, in the chaotic high altitude, in the chaotic dark clouds, the angel of rain and electricity, like endless dead leaves of the earth, broke free from the branches intertwined with the sky and the sea, drifting and rushing, on the surface of your empty waves, like vigorous moss raised on the head of the goddess of alcohol, from the dark edge of the vast horizon to the top of the sky, there are approaching storms and swaying curly hair everywhere, you, dying remnant. From your majestic atmosphere, black rain, fire and hail are generated; Oh, listen! Three, you, oh, you woke up the blue Mediterranean from your dream. All summer, he slept soundly outside a pumice island in the bay, and the clear sound of running water urged him to sleep. He also dreamed of ancient towers, towers and palaces. He kept trembling in the fierce and turbulent waves. All of them are covered with moss and flowers, fragrant and fragrant, and his sense of drunkenness is indescribable.
Oh, to make way for you, Atlantic water. Suddenly, in the depths of the vast waves, the algae on the seabed and the muddy jungle with no juice, oh, because of the recognition of your whistle, all of them suddenly changed color, and they were frightened and withered; Listen, oh, listen! If I am a swift cloud that can fly with you, if I am a fallen leaf, you can support me, if I am a wave that can absorb your great strength and share your strong pulse, I am free and unrestrained, second only to you, oh, beyond control; If I can swim in the sky with you as a companion as I was a teenager, because at that time, I seemed to surpass your unbounded speed, which is not a miracle; I wouldn't be so eager to pray for you now.
Oh, lift me up, just like you lift waves, clouds and fallen leaves! I tripped over the thorns of life! I am bleeding! This is too much like you suppressed by the burden of years, proud, unruly and agile like you. I like you playing in the forest, please treat me like a piano, even if my leaves wither like a forest! Your extraordinary harmony, generosity and agitation will surely play the music of late autumn with me in the forest, which is sad but sweet.
I hope your brave spirit is my soul, and I can be brave you! Please spread my withered thoughts to the whole universe, just as you drive away the fallen leaves and promote new life. Please rely on my monotonous rhyme like a spell, like the embers that never go out, to spread my words all over the world, through my lips, to the sleeping people, and let the horn of prophecy ring! Oh, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? 18 19, autumn.
6. Poems about the wind
Poetry: The wind blows and clouds fly, and the weaver girl returns to the sea.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking! It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
The morning breeze is the morning breeze, and the forests in the north are gloomy. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin.
How come? How come? Forget me a lot! Xi Feng, He Yu. Give women fear.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Look up and down.
Use Dewey. Instead of horses.
Suddenly I went to the north. The wind will prevail forever.
Think about the other side I hope to follow that bird.
Fly south. First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes. When I first heard Zhuo Cave raging, I heard Ma Ben.
The paper futon sits in the clear night, as if it were in Ruoye Village. Clear light and smoke.
Ramulus Cinnamomi flows askew, and apple leaves flutter in the breeze. In autumn, the wine is also open.
When the wind rolls over the water, the trees are destroyed and people die. At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.
Yangchun has grown up. Plants and grass grow with strong winds.
How can you be careless? The breeze blows the blue sea, gives birth to Longlin, and takes a crane and gets half drunk to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
Breeze grass, big leaves are long and round The dew and dew are together, and the sunset reflects the flowers deeply.
Lonely and silent, windy and wild. Revlon is teetering, and the leaves in the forest curl silently.
The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt. Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow.
I boarded the gate and looked around the world. The gale rises from the north, howling and shaking the danger.
A little cool breeze blows gently, carefree. Turn over the leaves in the forest and beat the red and blue around the trees.
The water in the Three Gorges is boundless. Unlike a new pond, the breeze is rippling.
There is no ancient foundation, and the monument is built with moss. The evening breeze is like the noise you hear.
The bamboo moves, and the land and water are fried. The rain on the balcony is quiet and the breeze moves the blue musk deer.
The wind is blowing and the grass is growing. Xu blows away from Cui, half floating.
Turtles rest in Lan Zhi Garden in Qiongyao Garden, Yun Fei. Jade is not hidden, the sky is light and the wind is light.
Huayang was full of surprises, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the market. Suddenly shake the orchid leaves and fly lightly to pick bamboo bushes.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, and the big ones are around the feet. In the meantime, the breeze was born and it was chilly. Why is the wind so crazy? It seems to blow the mountain down.
There are clouds under the tree and grass on the house. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
It's dark and boundless. Where are the pedestrians? Look at the dark bamboo by the pool, and you will be ashamed when you leave the island.
More worthy of the sound of breeze and streamer. The setting sun shines on the beach and kites fly in the breeze.
Quietly return to Lin Heshi and sit and read health articles. The breeze is far away and the strings are swaying.
The treetops in the forest are shining, and the pine path is quiet at night. The wind and rain come from the north, and the trees roar. At night, it never stops, and the sound is chaotic in autumn in Jiang Tao.
Beautiful days urge the evening scenery, and the model is early spring. Warm floating Feng Dan Que, slightly beautiful Heilongjiang.
Strong winds are blowing from the north, threatening 100 thousand troops. The grass and trees are all soldiers, and the road is difficult to divide.
The mountains are full of gas and the sky is full of clouds. Mountain clouds are like cattle and horses, and water clouds are like fish and turtles.
It's dark during the day, and the sky in Hou Kun is gloomy at dusk. There is movement in Gaocheng, and my house is not enough to lift.
The son dare not lie under the bed, and the servant dare not close the door. The old man has two ears, and Qi Xin has no land.
Yeai doesn't know snow, but she feels uncomfortable. The cloth is as cold as iron, and the chaff is slightly warm.
If you don't think about it, it will be dark and empty. There's nothing I can do. I freeze to death in an isolated village! The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt.
Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow. Long-term practice should be latent, and it will float every time it gets dark.
When there is a forest, no tree rustles temporarily. Smoke slowly, light and auspicious.
The harvest year is waiting, singing beautiful Tang Yao. The breeze wrinkles the water boots, and the thin sun dries the clouds and eggs.
The same cloud curtain, the wind is mighty, and six flowers fly down. The setting sun is on the west peak, and the jade is full of snow.
The wind turned around and scared the ape to climb the jade. It's windy in Qinghai, and the flying sand beats the earthquake.
Dongting wind, dangerous wall folded if empty. If you go to the south, it will take a hundred years to decide what to do.
It's raining and snowing, and the wind is coming, cold and far away. Raise wine to persuade white clouds, and lament the decline of the year.
The breeze is blowing, which makes my horn string rhyme. Lean the new moon on the Hu bed and stop to blow the wind.
The grass is cool and the warbler is drizzling. The breeze blew over the reeds, and the light rain got wet.
Chun yin's desert soil is moist, with mild spring temperature. Storks fly into the air, and wind and rain sweep across Yuan Ye.
When Surabaya shines on the stars, the breeze blows the mirror uneven. The cold wind is tight and the rain is empty, and the number of maple trees in the north is new.
The breeze blows away the spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away the dark makeup. The spring breeze is like willow green, and the sun shines like a stranger.
The snow hits the window and the gravel is fine, and the wind sweeps the wild. Beautiful scenery is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move.
When the breeze doesn't move, the sky is drunk and things are moist and silent. Last night, the cool wind was rustling, and fireflies floated in the bed.
The wind pushed the clouds down like mountains, and pedestrians on the road were covered with snow. The head of the ridge is cold, and the breeze and drizzle are chilling. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
The wind shakes the handle of the Beidou, and the rain overflows the Tianhe wave. It's windy in Chengdu in June, and the houses are shaking.
Cui Wei, a dark cloud, blocked the void like a ghost in the wind. Thunder burst into flames and shot the earth red. The fate of heaven is ups and downs, and the dragon's tail does not drag the east.
Raindrops are on the same axis, mountains destroy rivers and overflow roads, and thousands of feet pine is uprooted. It doesn't mean that people will wash their breasts when they are young.
There are no clouds or stars in the sky, and the wind suddenly blows from the southwest. Shouteng's old wood is incomplete, and there is no room outside the door.
Weng Wei exclaimed that the child was crying and the roof tiles were flying empty. Wu Min magpie dies when the nest leans, and the empty black is also suspected of evil spirits.
There are only melons and cows in the south, hoping to be swept away. The pedant laughed at himself, and he was still studying.
The light rain and breeze separated the curtain, and the golden stove was cold and unintentional. Peach blossoms fall everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion.
Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the river. Green and yellow clothes.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Death.
Death. Where is the flute?
In spring, a pole rises to add water. Grass and geese, green and breeze.
A stone dragon lying high can't breathe. The breeze is still and the sky is drunk.
The breeze makes green apples, and the breeze in the golden pool. Shake Cui Lin gently, and then hunt quietly.
It doesn't hurt to cover up the future. Once in the cold weather, Wan Li cleared the frost.
Destroy Deng Lin in the north and drop Fusang in the east. Sweep away the clouds and clear the selfless light.
You are lonely, and Yanhai is open to navigation. The breeze is soft and fragrant, and the morning light is scattered.
Where to study, Xixi and Qin Chun. There is a breeze in the courtyard, and Gao Songyun is born.
I'm not confused when I listen, and I feel refreshed every day. The breeze is blowing gently, and the desert is hazy.
Such as the word of God, like playing Dongting. Xi Feng, He Yu.
Give women fear. Will Ann be happy? Will that woman be abandoned?
Learn from the valley wind, maintain the wind and be depressed. Hold your fear in your arms.
Will be happy, throw it away. There is Feng in the west and Wei in the west.
No grass will never die, no wood will never wither. Forget my virtues and think about my little grievances.
The breeze is so.
7. Poems about the breeze
A cool breeze
Huang Tingjian, scribe of Ezhou South Building
Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface.
The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.
Qingfeng gives Han anonymity.
Jiang Mumu is breezy,
Blow me.
Green robes are like spring grass,
Grass is long and comfortable.
Chao Dengjin Liangshan,
See what you think.
Andrew's letter,
Kyauri lasts for a while.
Love poem Cao Zhi
Cloudy and sunny, the breeze blows my clothes.
Fish swim in the water and birds fly in the sky.
If you are a traveler, the corvee will not come back.
First it was a severe frost, now it's white dew.
Travelers sigh and leave, and singers sing.
Generous to the guests, sad inside.
Invited by the bright moon and bamboo shadow, the breeze fell asleep.
Although the breeze is fine and difficult to blow me, the moon does not shine on people.
The breeze can't read, so why turn over the books?
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
I entrusted my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch.
The moon cares about me, and the breeze has no intention of leaving anyone.