Tears streamed down his face. He brought me a lamp and showed it to me. I called them wonderful. No one dealt with them devoutly. God gave him divine power and granted him a companion: "An ancient battle song". The new autumn shines on the cow and girl, but the crows are still weeping at dusk. Luo Luo is boiling, loving fire and snow, and the river is curling up.
Full of white salt and cold feet, nine little flying flowers: on a bright day, we went up the mountain and scanned the sky for the torch of war. Han Yu.
A long snake with a fishy smell. Li Shangyin, the ghost guardian is annoyed [because] Oh, Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping.
Meng Haoran: Cold night: Sui Palace, gradually happy, spring breeze night berthing beside the Maple Bridge is high, shocking and thunderous: I will stay in Wangchuan after the rain clears. Guan Bo's official worry: On the evening of ebb tide, Jiang Feng's fishing fire tied him to sleep in the slanting moon by the river. After the bandit retreated, he said to the tax collector: there is a ray of green in an old bottle, and two or three fires are Guazhou.
Du fu. Zuyong.
Whoever moves far away will put it out. It's a handful of ashes, and a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
But knowing the source of happiness, the light is beautiful. * * * Worried about tomorrow's auction: night parking near Fengqiao.
Catkin piled up on a silver plate. The hunting fire of Tatar Chief Wang Wei flashed, collapsed and frozen along the Wolf Mountain.
The sacred objects soared. Ning Er wants to slander, and the beast charcoal knocks at the beginning.
Fire is La Tian Chun's grass, and Bai Juyi growled at the tiger. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman of the Great Wall: Xing: Draw a Buddha on the old wall, the monk said, and then bid farewell: A suggestion to my friend Liu: Hope for spring: torch invades the moonlight of barbarians, who will be afraid of blocking the environment: this one, in the south ruled by fire, the signs of evil are common, and in the yellow dusk we water our horses at the border: fireflies have now disappeared. Who will take drought as an example when they have left the wind, frost and grass? A song by a girl in Luoyang is so full of ruby fever that it is threatened. The wind blows with flames, and the wilderness is covered with newly flying snow: wildfires never completely engulf them: the forest stores rainwater, the smoke comes slowly, and the peach trees are in bud! Like a creature frying on a fire, there is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
Bai Juyi likes to play with fire and snow all his life: the cold fire in the old battlefield is now gray on the old fortress, and he doesn't know the essence of the Lord very much and has nowhere to go. Bai Juyi: Frosty night: washed by rain, scorched by the sun, and burned by wildfire: until their captain in the sand sea gave the order with feathers.
Invisible customs burn Kunlun. This evening is impressive.
So the shepherds beat drums for fire, and the cows polished their horns on the drums. The snow in jathyapple was cloudy, but there was no stone or soil. Old customs burn dragons, deeper.
Goose feathers are falling: the wind at dawn just stirred when his nine soft lights went out, and I don't know when I was drunk. Li Qi: After three months of war.
Sweating in Jiangting: What kind of flame is his gold crucible: At Nanjing Ferry. Han Yu.
Zhang Ji. Wang Wei, steamed quinoa and boiled millet, Fu Dong.
Du Fu's Chu Mountain experienced the moon fire, and its roots are eternal: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain and wrote this poem on the gatehouse. Why don't you have some? Gao Shi: Wang Jimen.
Let's talk about Dong playing the flute. "。 Han Yu's rock and roll.
2. The poem with "fire" in Wang Anshi's "Pride of Fisherman" is "The lights have been turned off on the first day of the first month, and the flowers in Shannan are in chaos";
At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.
"There is a new fire in the sky, try on new clothes on the ground."
Go to Shiliyan, and the lights will return under the moon. "
"Take a break on the road. If the court is on fire, the road will be more eloquent."
"There are many sorrows in the past, and people are bright across the stream."
"Sunset at dusk in Changsha, cold smoke hunting the Central Plains fire",
"Cold food and wind and frost are the cutest, and pear blossoms and fishing fires are new at the moment.
In Zhang Ji's poem "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge", "Frosty Night and Jiang Feng Sleeping";
In Du Fu's poem "Spring Hope", "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold";
In Bai Juyi's grass poems, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze."
In the Jade Case, "When I suddenly looked back, the man was already in the dim light."
3. What are the poems with fire? The night is dark and the river is bright —— Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
When the sun rises, the river blooms better than the fire, and when the spring comes, the river is blue —— Bai Juyi remembers Jiangnan (Jiangnan is good)
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold-Du Fu's longing for spring.
New green in old bottles, red in a quiet stove —— A suggestion from Bai Juyi to his friend Liu.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they were tall again in the spring breeze-Bai Juyi.
Farewell to the ancient plain grass.
July is full of fire, September is full of clothes-The Book of Songs.
The mountains are covered with peaches and plums, and the fireworks in the clouds are people. The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her. -Zhuzhici Liu Yuxi
Looking back suddenly, people are there, and the lights are dim-Xin Qiji's sapphire case Yuan.
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"
4. 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. With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu 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. Going north (Li Bai)
What's the point of going 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?
5. Good words and sentences describing fire. A good sentence should be more than 100 words. Looking at Nanshan in the distance, the mountain burns Shan Ye.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Fire is used to burn sacrifices, and salt is used to wash them. Fire symbolizes sacrifice while salt symbolizes harmony and balance.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye.
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
The sand head knocks on Shi Huo, and the bamboo pole burns the fishing boat.
Fried rice is harvested in early summer, while sea pepper blooms in late spring.
On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red. As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Wu Jiaji's bald stove is a low straw house, next to the salt fire in June. It is a cool moment to go out on a hot day. Li He sheared the wings, the eagle tilted, and the brocade root jade swirled. Autumn hangs makeup millet, and arrows nail asparagus. Baboons cry deep bamboo. ? Old wet sand. Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China. God string witch Li He, pour wine all over the sky, jade furnace charcoal fire incense. Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind. Acacia wood gilding and love dancing, moths to the fire. Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling. In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously. God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan.
Yi Jiangnan Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good,
The scenery used to be familiar.
At sunrise, the red flowers in the river win the fire.
In spring, the river is as green as blue.
Can you not remember Jiangnan?
Yun Ge volcano bid farewell to Cen Can.
The red volcano stands tall, and the fire clouds are dense over the volcano in May.
Fire clouds cover the mountains and stranded birds dare not fly thousands of miles.
The fire cloud was just blown away by Hu Feng in the early morning and turned back with the rain in the evening.
This circle is full of iron-closed trees, transpiration half of the covered Jiaohe River.
You travel all the way in the fire in Shandong, and the lonely clouds on the mountain will follow you to the East.
Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Huang Xieqing, a poet with long bamboo branches.
Silkworm eggs must be taught to find four sleeps, and mulberries must buy fresh branches.
Silkworms sleep in the old boudoir of Sanghong, and the night lights make cocoons.
Ode to lime and modesty
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Farewell to Gu Cao Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The sun burns like Bai Sheng.
The sun is like fire, and the wild Tian He is half burnt.
The farmer's heart is like soup, and the son Wang Sun shakes it.
Du Fu in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Qingming Yu Wang
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Join the army with Yang Jiong.
The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil.
Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.
The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang.
I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.
6. Ask a question about fire. A single spark can start a prairie fire, so don't lose big because of small.
One more fire prevention, one less disaster.
Where there is fire, there is light and heat, and the fire of hope is eternal.
This is an urgent matter and can't wait any longer.
Late at night, while you are young.
Ming is a pot of fire and darkness is a knife.
Just watch the fire from the other side, and don't get involved in right and wrong.
The south branch is fire, and the north branch is cold.
A fire broke out in the cold ashes.
Their passionate love is like a dry fire.
The road is bumpy, and there are lights to fire.
After receiving the phone call, he hurried to the appointment.
He has poor cultivation and often flies into a rage over trifles.