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. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze.
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. 8. After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
2. Poems about fire
Xin Qiji-Jade Case
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.
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
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"
3. Poetry describing fire.
Poetry 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. Going 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. Write a poem about fire
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were 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