A poem about a strong mountain wind

1. What are the poems about "mountain style"? 1. Walking in Late Autumn

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water.

The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.

It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road.

Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.

The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither.

Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.

2. "Zhao Jiangjun Song"

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

In September, the cold wind is like a knife at the foot of the mountain, and the horses in the south of the city shrink their hair.

General Zhao won the game by riding and shooting, and won Shan Yu's Marten robe.

Step 3 "collect firewood"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Cutting wood into the deep mountains, mountains and deep trees overlap.

If the bridge collapses, the road is dangerous.

The sunset will be thin, and the mountain wind will blow the clothes.

Long song's negative light policy, flat wild hope smoke.

4. Flute

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Playing the flute is crisp in autumn and clear in the wind and moon.

The wind is drifting with the wind, and the moon is bright near Guanshan.

Hu rode northbound in the middle of the night, and Wuling wanted to go southbound.

Today, the old garden willow falls, why worry about the middle song?

5. Nine Questions on Siming Mountain in Fenghe Wang Lu. Qingyouzi

Tang Dynasty: Pi Rixiu

The ripe fruit of the mountain breeze is different, so it should be for the true fairy. Tastes like a cloud and looks like a jade brain.

Brought many wild cranes, and they landed in a semi-spiritual spring. Will * * * Xuan nai, bloom don't remember the year.

6. Summer in Xin 'an County

Yuan Dynasty: Lu Ye was brilliant.

Nowadays, in the past years, the customs were loose and the horses and chariots were rugged.

The sea is full of white waves, and the Tianshan wind is full of lindane.

The first frost is very refreshing, and the month is twice as cold as the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Looking back on Sanqiu is like a dream, but I didn't realize that I was in Xin 'an.

2. Poems describing mountain style: I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I was born on this mountain.

Feng: Why did Qiangdi ask Liu Yang? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

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Nalanxingde

Bodhisattva Xia, the spring clouds blow the rain in Hunan curtain.

The wind and rain swept the whole mountain.

the Tang Dynasty

Dao Jia

"Send a friend to the mountain, eldest son,"

3. A rain and a return air in Chunshan.

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gods and spirits

If you want to find Tianmu Mountain after the rain, go to Yuan and Luo Ergong who ask for directions.

4. The wind outside Mount Emei sweeps the rain.

Song dynasty; surname

Huang tingjian

Send wine to Xie Taiheng

5, mountainous, the wind turns to dark rain

Modern Times

Shen zufen

Candle shadows shake red and awaken the soul.

6. When the wind comes, it will rain in the front mountain.

Song dynasty; surname

Chen Yuanjin

Happy rain with Tu Xuanyi again

7. It rained on the seamount for three days.

Song dynasty; surname

Shi Huikong

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8. There is no wind, but there is rain.

Song dynasty; surname

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It's called Tianzhu Yanju Mountain House.

9. It's dark in the mountains and rainy in the wind.

Song dynasty; surname

Song boren

Country and city

10, the oblique wind blows the rain over the front mountain.

Song dynasty; surname

He Xiong

Yuezhou road middle

1 1, the good wind brought the rain to the front of the mountain.

Song dynasty; surname

Yuan Xie

Mountains and the moon

12, the oblique wind blows the rain over the front mountain.

Yuan dynasty (1206- 1368)

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Yuezhou road middle

13, the wind blows over the mountains.

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Fan fu

Field hymns (six poems)

3. Complete poems describing the wind: 1. It's raining in the east building of Xianyang city.

2. Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and sitting alone on a cold night is like "autumn night"

3. Although the strong winds for several days have made the lake rough, wine boats keep arriving at the "drunk on Shiyu Lake".

One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and cross the "difficult journey" of the deep sea.

Spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease. I finished reading After Graduation by Chang Anhua in one day.

6. The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast-the night abroad.

7. The small building was easterly again last night, so my country could not bear to look back on the "Yu Meiren" of the Ming Dynasty in the middle of the month.

8. The autumn wind is bleak, and Hongbo surges up to "see the sea"

9. The wind is flying, and Wei Jiahai returns to his hometown to "wind song"

4. What poems describe "heavy wind and rain"? 1. It's thundering, and rain is coming. -Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road"

The day before yesterday, before I saw enough flowers, the storm suddenly came. -Mei's "Xi Chun"

3. The rain started suddenly and the clouds were low. -Dai Shulun's Sulingyan Temple

The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river. -Lu You's works in The Tempest

A wild goose was thrown into the sky, and the mountain floated at the beginning of the rain. Check Shen Xing's "The Fifth Floor of Deng Bao"

6. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

7. The frost is tight, the river is cold, and the afterglow is a building. -Liu Yong's Klang Ganzhou

8. Ten thousand Li Dongfeng, the country breaks mountains and rivers. -Zhu Dunru's "Minus Magnolia"

9. The wind stopped and the ship blew away the three mountains! -Li Qingzhao's "The Pride of Fisherman"

10. Drink the east wind, be calm with * * *, and face Los Angeles in the east. -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha"

1 1. Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

-Li Shangyin's Notes to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night

12. Sleeping in a remote village is not self-mourning, but thinking about defending the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

-Lu You's November 4th Storm.

13. It didn't rain on the mountain road, and the clothes were wet. -Wang Wei's In the Mountains

14. The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind returns to the settled flowers on the water. -Zhang Bing's Summer Veteran Lin Ting

15. The dark clouds turned over the ink and didn't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped off the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.

-Su Shi's "The Five Exquisites of Drunken Books" Wang Hulou on June 27.

5. The sentence describing the gale (don't write poems) The breeze in May, with the fragrance of Sophora japonica by the roadside, gently blows the cheeks and hair of passers-by, blows people's hearts and gently soothes them, just like a loving mother's hand.

It's already very quiet at night, and the cool breeze blows in from the open windows one by one. The wind, with dew moisture and the smell of mature wheat, blows on the hearts of cultivators, which is sweeter than a rock sugar.

The wind caresses the crops, sometimes bends and sometimes lifts them up, as if the earth is breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat is full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.

I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.

On a bright afternoon in March, the air really blends together. A warm breeze is brewing somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, but at the same time it seems to be in a daze trying to embrace the space.

6. What kind of sandstorm is getting bigger and bigger? It whizzed around in the Woods, suddenly flew over the roof and fled to the desert, and then ran to the primary school in Wan Li, pushing open the doors and windows, as if to scare people, and as if to find opponents.

The cold wind flies like a sword in the night sky, whipping the leaves and making a sharp cry.

What a strong wind! Just like a crazy man who lost his mind, he ran around in this wide yard. It sometimes rolls up the broken leaves of firewood on the ground, throws them east and west, flies high in the air and pushes them into the corner. The old elm tree in front of the window was shaken by the wind, and the branches swept through the eaves, making a swish sound.

Darkness increases by the second. The sea pounded the coast violently. The wind came head-on with a long string of strange sounds. It's like looking for their victims. I am also surprised at this terrible sight. The calm sea on weekdays will roar so excitedly when encountering strong winds!

Whoosh-the wind roared like a crazy lion, making a deafening sound.

Suddenly, the wind blew hard, and suddenly, sand and stones flew and covered the earth.

The mountain wind rolled pine trees, like the tide of the ocean, with a frightening sound, rolling from the lotus land in the distance, blowing cliffs and trees in waves, knocking on the partition wall and knocking on the door, making a terrible sound. Sometimes I give a shrill cry, just like a monster cruising outside the mountain.

The wind rolled the sand, hitting the window lattice from time to time, making a rhythmic sound of "sand, sand, sand".

There is nothing in the world like the howling wind blowing from the desert. The calm and clear paradise suddenly became a whirling and crazy 62616964757a68696416fe59b9e7ad9431332396137. There is no sky, no earth, only dust, dust everywhere, biting and suffocating all living things. On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.

7. The modern poem about the wind walks in the mountain stream, facing the blowing mountain wind, just like my mother's hand stroking my face, which makes my heart release the weight of the past.

Turning the peak and walking to the top of the mountain, the mountain wind is much stronger, and my heart can't help but tremble. The mountain looks higher than this, with mountains and trees all over the sky, and then, as far as the eye can see. In the face of such a vast world, we are really too small. While my thoughts were wandering in the mountain breeze, I heard my friend raise his voice: "Nanshan-Hello-",as if to compare with the vigorous mountain breeze to see who can go high and far.

The wind, echo and laughter inspired me a lot. The blowing mountain wind can take our voice to the other side of the mountain and far away. I can also have a wonderful life, although it is not too beautiful. I sat down beside my friend and listened to the mountain breeze quietly. I was deeply intoxicated by the care like my mother.

Climb the towering mountain, your clothes are torn, your hands and feet are covered with blood, and it is almost too late to examine all the costs you have paid for climbing this mountain, and the mountain wind will come at you. The wind at the top of the mountain is not cold in winter and warm in spring, but fierce.

It's an anger that scares you and sweeps you down the mountain. It's a great intimacy that desperately wants to hug you and break your bones. This is an unparalleled tease that inspires your whole body! When you kneel down on the ground trembling, you will know the mountain wind when you stand up carefully and accept its intimacy. You can't see the mountain wind, you just feel it close to you.

At this peak, there may never be anyone. Mountain breeze is probably lonely for a long time. It surrounds you and seems to tell you all the vicissitudes it has seen. You only hear the mountain wind shouting in your ear, but you can't hear what it is saying clearly. You only know that it walks alone among the peaks that have stood for many years until you meet it.

So you turned your attention to the world of mountain wind, with mountains and peaks. The mountain wind swims between these peaks, and thunder is like lightning.

It is happy, it is angry, it is invisible, it is just a shocking force. So you face the vast mountain peaks and realize that people should be like this wind! Ok, stand with your legs crossed, let the mountain wind blow your clothes loudly, and follow the mountain wind through the endless mountain waves.

At this time, you can't help putting your hand on your waist. Shanfeng was pleasantly surprised to find that its guest turned out to be a hero. He was so excited that he forgot the minimum manners and combed your hair hard. Yes, you are nothing in front of Qianshan, you can only be a hero.

Isn't it? You have been intimate with the free mountain wind, and you have praised its eclecticism and invisibility. It blows away the grievances in your soul, and it blows your spirit so hard that you can't see everything that was originally formed. You only think that it is an extremely selfless state, and the right and wrong in the world of mortals are scared away by the roar of the mountain wind. It is in this howling mountain wind that you may feel your greatness for the first time.

However, wait a minute. It's just an illusion that you are trapped in a special time and space. This illusion will not last long.

You went down the mountain, bid farewell to the carefree, laughing and cursing mountain wind, and left the world of mortals. You can only be you, a layman, and you can never build a house and a mountain front together all year round.

Beauty, money, fame, status, these insidious things, they are far less straightforward than the mountain wind, they are just quietly immersed in your soul like the poisonous fog in the mountains. On that high mountain peak, only the mountain wind is always wandering alone, growling and complaining about disloyal human beings.

So you are ashamed, so ashamed that you will never forget the mountain wind, which was once detached from you. Sometimes, when I am bored in the world of mortals, there will be a whimper in my ear from time to time. A friend who is a doctor once told me that this may be a symptom of neurasthenia. I smiled. I know it's the mountain wind in my hometown. It's talking to me.

I can't forget the wind, the mountain wind in my hometown! .