Twelve poems describing the wind, the ancients are too talented, how can they not laugh?

Every spring, girls will come shyly, perhaps because of the lingering in winter or their own reserve. However, the spring breeze always can't help but rush forward, calling for sleeping buds and buds, blowing frozen mountains and rivers and awakening the earth from the memory of winter.

Wang Anshi, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote a poem "January Day" which also described the spring breeze, saying that "in addition to firecrackers, the spring breeze also sent warmth to Tu Su"; Zhinan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote, "Apricot flowers rain wet clothes, and the wind in the wind cools the face." These classic poems make us feel the warmth of spring breeze and rain, and also stimulate our interest in more poems describing the wind.

Wind is a common image in poetry. Poets use spring breeze to express vigorous vitality and Xia Feng to describe happy mood. The chill of autumn wind brings people a chill, but the last sweep of winter wind is a metaphor for a sustenance. Here are 12 ancient poems describing Fen. I hope you like them.

1, wind? Tang Dynasty: Li Qiao

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.

2. Liuzhi Ci? Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

3. Xiao Chun? Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

4. Big wind song? Han: Liu bang

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

Vega returned to her home in the sea,

Andrew, soldiers are always looking!

5. Who is the owner of Furong Mountain in every snow? Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

6. Autumn wind? Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

Where is the autumn wind? Xiao Xiao sent the goose.

When the morning light enters the courtyard, lonely guests smell it first.

7. What is the name of the play? Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The poor rock is near the spring, and there are weeping willows to brush the mirror.

If the spring breeze doesn't understand, why do the flowers fall?

8. Wind and rain? Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin

Although I have an ambitious heart, and I also have the heroic poem "Bright Sword", it is not the most popular, and I have stayed in this strange place for a long time.

The yellow leaves are withered, the wind and rain are still destroyed, the noble buildings are rich, and the broad masses of people are playing beautiful dances and impatient strings.

New friends are covered with secularism, so old friends are separated by layers.

If you want to break these troubles in your heart, you should use a new wine to alleviate the pain. The price is 10 thousand or 8 thousand.

9. sigh? Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

It's late in spring, so that spring flowers wither, instead of complaining that flowers bloom too early.

The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.

10, spring breeze? Qing Dynasty: Yuan Mei

Spring breeze, like a distinguished guest, is prosperous as soon as it arrives.

Come and sweep the snow in front of the mountain and leave all the flowers behind.

1 1, wing front? Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo

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.

East Building of Xianyang City in Tang Dynasty 12: Xu Soul

Climb high and miss the ancient oil for thousands of miles, but the willows in your eyes are like Jiangnan.

The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.

At dusk, birds fly in the garden, and in late autumn, cicadas chirp in the leafy trees.

Passers-by don't ask about the past, only the Weihe River flows eastward as always.