2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.
At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.
5, the sunset lonely Qi Fei, autumn fire * * * the sky.
6. The fried rice is harvested in early summer and the sea pepper is released in late spring.
7. The firefly is gradually turning off the fire, and the weft is trying to urge the machine. When I think of brocade, I hold a pedestrian suit.
Bai Juyi, Grass: Wildfire never devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
After the bandits retreated, Jie Yuan said to the tax collectors, You people who force to pay taxes are like animals fried on fire.
Let's talk about the flute played by Dong, only to hear the cold fire and ashes of the ancient bunker and the new snow-white flying in the wilderness. "。
Han Yu's Rock: On the old wall, the priest said that the Buddha statues were well painted. He showed me a lamp and I called them great.
Han Yu: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain, and I carved this poem on the gatehouse: This one, in the south ruled by fire, is full of evil spirits, and God has given him divine power to be an equal.
Han Yu: Shigu Song: It's annoying to be washed away by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wild fires.
So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently?
Gao Shi The arrangement order of Yan songs. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
Li Qi: An old battle song: Going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war. At yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the river on the border.
Wang Wei: Luoyang girl's song: When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn just blew, and nine little flying flowers.
Du Fu: Dream of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Meng Haoran. At a banquet at Taoist Mei's home: What kind of flame is burning in his golden crucible, and the peach blossoms are in bud! .
Zuyong: Wang Jimen: The bonfire invades the barbarian moonlight, and the mountain clouds are like the chairman carrying the Great Wall from the sea.
Wang Wei: "I stayed in Wangchuan after a long rain": the forest stored rain, smoked slowly, steamed quinoa and boiled millet.
Li shangyin Sui Palace. Fireflies are gone now, leaving the weathered grassland, but they are still perched by weeping willow crows at dusk.
Bai Juyi: A suggestion for my friend Liu: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a little red in the static furnace.
Zhang Ji: a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
Zhang Hu: At Nanjing Ferry: In the slanting moon by the river at low tide, two or three fires are Guazhou.
2. Poems about fire 10 "Grass" Bai Juyi: Wildfire never goes out, spring breeze blows high "a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps with the fire "Tax collectors who retreat to bandits": You force people who whisper to each other, just like creatures fried on the fire.
Let's talk about the flute played by Dong, only to hear the cold fire and ashes of the ancient bunker and the new snow-white flying in the wilderness. "。 Han Yu's Rock: On the old wall, the priest said that the Buddha statues were well painted. He showed me a lamp and I called them great.
Han Yu: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain, and I carved this poem on the gatehouse: This one, in the south ruled by fire, is full of evil spirits, and God has given him divine power to be an equal. Han Yu: Song of Stone Drum: Washed by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wildfire. It's really annoying to see ghosts.
So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently? Gao Shi The arrangement order of Yan songs. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain. Li Qi: An old battle song: Going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war. At yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the river on the border.
Wang Wei: Luoyang girl's song: When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn just blew, and nine little flying flowers. Du Fu: Dream of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Meng Haoran. At a banquet in Taoist Mei's house: What kind of flame is burning in his golden crucible, and the peach blossoms are in bud! . Zuyong: Wang Jimen: The bonfire invades the barbarian moonlight, and the mountain clouds are like the chairman carrying the Great Wall from the sea.
Wang Wei: "I stayed in Wangchuan after a long rain": the forest stored rain, smoked slowly, steamed quinoa and boiled millet. Li shangyin Sui Palace. Fireflies are gone now, leaving the weathered grassland, but they are still perched by weeping willow crows at dusk.
Bai Juyi: A suggestion for my friend Liu: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a little red in the static furnace. Zhang Ji: a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
Zhang Hu: At Nanjing Ferry: In the slanting moon by the river at low tide, two or three fires are Guazhou. Playing with fire and snow Bai Juyi loves his life and loves fire and snow.
Fire is spring and snow is jathyapple. Goose feathers fall one after another, and animal charcoal breaks at the beginning.
Cold feet full of white salt, full of ruby fever. Slightly suitable for drinking, gradually attracting music.
But you know the source of joy, but you don't know the drunken season. Catkin was piled on a silver plate, and the sleeves were covered with scraps.
* * * Worried about tomorrow's sales, then be a new year's goods. Huodufu Chushan experienced a lunar fire, and drought is an example.
Old customs burn dragons, and panic causes thunderstorms. Burst the boundary, crying, collapsing, freezing the haze.
Luo Luo's boils are rooted in the ages. The green forest is grey, and there is no place for clouds.
The night is particularly deep, and the new autumn shines on Niu Girl. The wind blew a huge flame, and the river rose with smoke.
Hidden customs burn Kunlun, and the pillars are illuminated. It's fishy. It's a long snake, barking at the tiger.
Holy things soar, without stone and soil. Ning Er wants to slander in order to get close to bullying.
Commissioner Bo is worried about officials and is very ignorant of the essence. Whoever moves away and lets it out is afraid of blocking the ring.
Lying sweating in Jiangting is even more unfathomable.
3. Ancient poems describing fire
1. Six songs (Li Bai)
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country. When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south. It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep. Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again? Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge. Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky. The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears. When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao. White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream. This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town. In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late. Destroy the leaves of plane trees and the branches of Xiao Sa begonia. I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears. Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family. The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha. The moon is shadowed by the bow, and the frost blows the sword flowers. Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up. The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring. Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li. The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom. With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.
2. From Jibeimen Bank (Li Bai)
Lu array Great Northern Wilderness, Hu Jingmang. Feather books are fast and shocking, and bonfires are bright even during the day. Tiger and bamboo first aid the border, and Rong Chesen did it. The wise master was restless, and the flying sword pushed the hub out of the fierce general according to the heart, and even the flag boarded the battlefield. The soldiers rushed out of the curtain and killed into the sky. Lie down at the foot of Hongshan, and camp next to Zisai. In winter, the wind and sand are tight and the flag is withered. Draw a corner to mourn the sea and the moon, and ask about the frost in the clothes. Cut Loulan with a sword, and shoot the wise king with a bow. If you devote yourself wholeheartedly, you will degenerate and die. Report the merits to the son of heaven and return the Song to Xianyang.
3. Go north (Li Bai)
Why go to the north? It's too far north. The road is steep and steep, and the rocks are towering into the sky. Horseshoe tripped over the side stone, and the wheel destroyed Gorkon. The dust is connected to Youzhou, and the bonfire is connected to the north. Killing poison halberd, severe wind cracks clothes. The Yellow River runs whales and Luoyang digs teeth. Go forward, never return to heaven, and return to your hometown. In the miserable ice and snow, the sad cry is definitely in the intestines. The ruler cloth does not cover the bunker, and the skin is dry. Pumping water and valleys, sitting for a long time and collecting wages. The tiger lost its tail again and ground its teeth in the autumn frost. Vegetation is inedible, and hunger drinks zero dew pulp. Sigh that the north is suffering, stop and hurt it. When will Wang Daoping see the light of day again?
4. Poems about volcanoes should be hotter in June, and pedestrians at Chiting intersection are absolutely deserted. Cen Can
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. Richie
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. -Yu Qian
Warm embrace the stove fire, idle scratch white hair. -Bai Juyi
The ashes of the fire have died and the leaves have been sparse for ten days. -Bai Juyi
A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery. -Du Fu
At first glance, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly brighter. -Du Mu
Back in the middle of the fire, the troops began to pursue. Chen Ziang
5. Xin Qiji's fire poem-Jade Box
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
A suggestion for my friend Liu.
Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Wildfire never completely burned them, but they stood up again in the spring breeze-Bai Juyi bid farewell to the ancient plains with grass.
July is full of fire, September is full of clothes-The Book of Songs.
There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others. The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her. -Zhuzhici Liu Yuxi
After a cold meal, I woke up but asked for advice. Don't miss your old friend and country, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Dongpo's "Looking at Jiangnan"
6. Write a poem about fire 1. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they are tall again in the spring breeze.
2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.
4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.
7. The firefly is gradually turning off the fire, and the weft is trying to urge the machine. When I think of brocade, I hold a pedestrian suit.
fire
dance
There is no music as a seed.
You can sprout in the wind.
Like a grand festival, it is fixed.
Only raised arms
Write the name of a country.
Fire means brilliant and energetic movement.
A symbol of life, revised again and again.
The moment I came out of loneliness.
Then the shining heart was reborn. Bang!
The cold end is dotted with stars.
But in the agitation, the radiation surged and the thunder rumbled.
Fire means that brave people erupt in pain.
Swing in the howling north wind.
Leaving only a small pile of ashes.
What is given to the newcomers is the enlightenment of faith.
Open your eyes and see! Brought the light he refined with a kind of destruction
7. A poem with "fire" in Wang Anshi's "The Fisherman's Pride", "The lights have been turned off in the first half of the first month, and the flowers in Shannan are in chaos"; "The rising sun rises, the river is red as fire, and the river is green as blue when spring comes", "New fires spread all over the sky, and people try on new clothes", and when it comes to Shiliyan, the lights go home for thousands of months, "Taoist priests are on fire, and their mouths are like monuments on the road", "How sorry I am for the past, and people are bright across the stream", "Cold smoke in Changsha at sunset" and "Cold food is on the rise" and "Three months of bonfire. In Bai Juyi's cursive poems "The Mountain Fire is Unfinished, the Spring Breeze is High" and "The Jade Box", he suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim light.