Good words, sentences and paragraphs to describe the wind

Words that describe the wind:

Strong storms, spring breezes, warm winds and rain, slanting winds, drizzle, stormy rains, winds, residual clouds, rising clouds, evening breezes

Verses that describe the wind:

Verses that describe the wind:

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The autumn wind is blowing, and the waves in the Dongting are under the wooden leaves? Warring States and Chu State; Qu Yuan's "Mrs. Jiuge Xiang"

Wrinkle: describes the breeze blowing. Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the northern part of today's Hunan Province. Wave: Microwave oscillation. Konoha: withered yellow leaves.

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow, and the wild geese return to the south; Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the grass and trees shake and fall, and the dew turns to frost. The Three Kingdoms Wei; Cao Pi's " "Yan Ge Xing"

Last night's stars and last night's wind, west of the painting building and east of Guitang, Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers have fallen. ?Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

The strong wind and the sound of bows and horns are blowing, and the general is hunting the city of Wei. ?Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt"

The grass in the dark forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. ? Lu Lun's "Song of the Past"

The wildfire will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow it again. ?Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuan Cao"

Chai Men hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. ?Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"

Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. ? Du Fu's "Spring Night Happy Rain"

The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look out to the Wujin. ?Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places.

?Su Shi's "Water Melody Songtou? When Will the Bright Moon Come?"

It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. ?Li Shangyin's "Untitled"

The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. ?Northern Dynasty Yuefu folk song "Chile Song"

Sentences describing the wind:

1) The warm spring breeze, like a mother's hand, gently caressed the little girl's face.

2) The breeze blows, and ripples appear on the lake.

3) Suddenly there was a strong wind, and in an instant, flying sand and rocks covered the sky and the earth.

4) The north wind howls, and the blows on people’s faces are as painful as needle pricks.

5) The autumn wind blew rustlingly, dyeing the fields yellow and the maple leaves red, bringing a hint of coolness.

6) The wind carries the white catkins floating in the clear sky, as if they are traveling freely.

7) Huh? Huh? The strong wind roared like a mad lion, making bursts of deafening sounds.

8) The big tree was blown by the wind and shook its head in pain, whining.

9) The grass was rolled up and buried its head sadly, squeaking and crying.

10) The big poplar trees on the roadside were blown to and fro by the wind, making a swishing sound, as if to say: "Wind, don't walk so fast." ?

11. The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bending them, sometimes lifting them, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat was also alive. The wind comes from over there, carrying the whispers between the wheat ears. "Dragon Seed" by Zhang Xianliang

12. I kept my mouth shut, but the wind was like a strong hand, suffocating my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this moment, it would also throw a handful of dirt into my mouth, like a mischievous child. Yang Shuo's "Zheng Chen"

13. On the bright afternoon of March, the air was really harmonious. The warm breeze was brewed somewhere, with an elusive drunkenness that made people feel It feels so good to be possessed by a monster, and at the same time, it feels like a person is in a coma and wants to hug the space. Ni Yide

14. The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and slightly moist. When it blows on the face, it smells a bit like cotton wool blowing on the face; but at night , especially late at night, the sharp force is really a bit like scissors. The night wind was blowing in the river beach, and the willow trees on the beach were vigorously dancing their tender and oily branches as if they were drunk.

Li Zhun's "Five Waterwheels"

15. The willow wind blowing on your face is not cold. It's good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. "Spring" by Zhu Ziqing

16. Overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, the mountains came rolling in from the green grasslands and vast deserts outside the Great Wall. From outside the pass, they rushed over the mountains, over the mountain ridges, inserted into the ravines, and irrigated the mountain passes. They whined and blew the trumpets, roared, flew sand and rocks, and fluttered on the windows, and pounced on people's faces, like countless needle pricks. "Spring Breeze" by Lin Jinlan

17. The wind is coming. First, waves of fluttering breeze swept over from the northwest beach, gently turning up the clothes of night travelers and teasing the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight rustling sound in the wilderness. After a while, the wind picked up, the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees broke and fell. A terrible howling sound came from the distant wilderness, and the clouds became darker.

Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the heavy siege of dark clouds, and the sound was like an explosion, rolling over from the northwest. Jun Qing's "Riverside at Dawn"

18. Midsummer evening. Waves of soft and gentle north winds float out of the Wanda Valley and pass over the Mudan River, blowing the fragrance of the orchards and the coolness of the waves on the river into Longquan on the south bank of the river. Town, gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. The poplars and weeping willows beside the road, the lilacs and crabapples in the courtyard have all woken up from the sleepiness of the heat. The breeze flows among the green leaves, and the fragrance of flowers wafts quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and peaceful. The entire small town lined up along the river is like a giant lying on its back, using all its body and mind to feel the grace of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist refreshing feeling in the wind. "Lucky Man" by Liu Yazhou

19. The autumn wind is like a magical pen, painting the mountains and dense forests of Xing'an Mountains with golden yellow, dark red, light pink, and mottled dark green. . The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived. During this month, the river is particularly cool and has gentle waves. The sky is also exceptionally clear, with only a few faint clouds. Look, the tall green cypress trees crowded on the cliffs, with their golden crowns, are like clouds of yellow smoke; the oak trees scattered on the slope beams are like piles of brightly burning bonfires. And the birch trees covering the gullies and canyons are like floating clouds and white snow. In the autumn mountains and forests, everything is full of mysterious and deep tones. "Cradle of Ice and Snow" by Jia Fei

20. The cold wind in late autumn swept the light snow across the withered grass and flew into the distance. The low-hanging cloud kisses its sister, the gray smoke flying in the wind. However, we love this bleak autumn wind. In its deep and desolate singing, we hear the perseverance and unyieldingness, feel the power and struggle of life, the ideal poetry and the passion of youth. "Send Away" by Xiao Lin

21. A cool autumn wind blew down the withered catalpa leaves. The remaining leaves were not happy to follow the wind. Then, the wind began to spin, rushing into the village from the mountains, and rolled into the courtyard from the streets. The leaves made a rustling sound, as if they were crying sadly. Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower"

22. December 4th is St. Barbara's Day, the festival of the saint Barbara who protects souls from rebirth in heaven. Immediately after Santa Barbara, the first sudden and messy winter wind blew. The wind whipped across the ground, making a sound like the barking of a hound chasing down a smelly trail. The wind gnaws at the plowed fields, barks around the jungle, digs up the snow, breaks the branches in the orchards, runs along the road, smells the breeze in the streams; it takes no effort to remove all the simple things everywhere. Thatched roofs and fences were destroyed. After that, the wind still howled wildly, but fled towards the forest. Following this gust of wind, that night, several more huge gusts of wind emerged from the darkness; long and sharp tongues of wind protruded from the gasping mouth.

The strong wind blew all night, howling past in the fields like packs of hungry wolves. The giant wind also showed its magical power. It's not yet dawn, and the tattered and broken snow clothes on the stiff earth have been completely stripped off; only in some places, in depressions and ditches, can you see the remaining pieces of white snow cloth hanging on the fences . There were also some glowing white spots left on the fields; the roads were completely frozen - as if they had turned into fossils - and the frost had bitten deeply into the soil with its sharp teeth, so that when it was struck, the soil It made a steely metallic sound. However, as morning came, the strong wind fled to the woods to hide;

The strong wind lurked in the woods, shivering and shivering. (Bo) Lemont "Farmer"

23. The breeze in May carries the fragrance of locust flowers along the roadside, gently blowing the cheeks and hair of passers-by, blowing people's minds, Gentle comfort, like a loving mother's hands. Mei Qian's "Spring Night"

24. Suddenly a breeze started, and the mountains and forests began to rustle. It was a collection of faint sounds made by the collision of countless blades of grass and leaves. Although it sounded slight, it was very powerful. The breeze seems to be blowing from the sky, carrying the coolness of the cold moon and the cold stars and the water vapor of the Milky Way. The cold tide makes all thoughtful beings feel comfortable. Zhang Bo's "Ascending"

25. Xiao Nanfeng was really like a doll lying on the yellow blanket, laughing happily, rolling from one side to the other, and fell down, on the surface of the river He turned over, jumped up on the grassy slope, lay down on the yellow blanket, and rolled from one side to this side. Haoran's "Sunny Sky"

26. The night was already very quiet, and a cool breeze blew in from the open window. The wind, carrying the moisture of dew and the fragrance of ripe wheat, blows on the hearts of farmers, which is sweeter than holding a piece of rock candy! Haoran's "Sunny Sky"

27. Shanmen's The wind is like the water of Shanmen River, flowing from north to south day and night. Although it is as gentle as water, over time, the crops in the fields and the weeping willows on the river bank also lean against the mountain gate and bow their bodies to the south. , slightly bent, as if bowing to all guests who come here.

"The Wind at the Mountain Gate" by Liu Zhijian

The wind is gentle, and often because it blows from the flowery mountain forest, it brings a distant fragrance, accompanied by a breath of moist water. , caressing your face, gently wrapping around your shoulders and waist, this simple breathing is already infinite pleasure? Xu Zhimo's "Gossips at Feileng Cui Mountain Dwelling"

Sometimes the breeze blows, sometimes Quiet again;

Suddenly the wind blew all the way up, as if it was about to get louder, - everything around me whistled, swayed, and swayed happily, and the soft tips of the windweed swayed gracefully, - -I was about to enjoy the wind? But it suddenly died out again, and everything became silent again. Only the crickets chirped in unison, as if they were angry - this endless, sharp and dry sound made people sleepy. This sound matches the stubborn heat of the day; it seems to be produced by this heat, called out by this heat from the red earth.