1. Poems about the sad and shrill sound of the wind
Poems about the sad and shrill sound of the wind 1. Poems about the sound of the wind
The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. -----Lu Lun "Song under the Fortress"
The moon is setting over the river, it is dark, and the wind is howling. ——(Ming Dynasty) Bei Qiong's "Cold Night"
The situation is a high windy night, and the shining yellow leaves are flying. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wang Bo's "In the Mountains"
The trees are falling and the wild geese are heading south, and the north wind is blowing cold on the river. ——(Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran's "Early Cold and Pregnancy"
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the bank, and the moon shone on a lonely boat. ——(Tang Dynasty) Meng Haoran
The sky is cold and green, and the north wind calls withered mulberry trees. ("Bitter Cold Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty)
The north wind faces the sea, and the solid ice faces the river. ("Seeking Friends" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty)
The piercing north wind blows people down, and there is dust everywhere in the world. (Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty, "Ying Jiao Ti Mei")
The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled a pool of spring water. ——Feng Yansi's "Visiting the Golden Gate"
The strong wind and the sound of bows and horns are blowing, and the general is hunting for Weicheng. ——(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt"
The east wind blew again last night in the small building, and the motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon - Li Yu's Poppy Beauty"
May I ask where the plum blossoms fell, the wind It blew all over the mountain all night. (Tang Dynasty) Gao Shi "Listen to the Flute on the Fortress"
The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand in Zhugong. ——(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu's "Climbing High"
2. Ancient poems about the sound of wind
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass - "Liangzhou Ci" by Wang Zhihuan of Tang Dynasty
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The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu - Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" of the Song Dynasty
If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain? ——Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Thoughts"
The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows and revives - Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to the ancient grass"
The spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river, When will the bright moon shine back on me? - Song Dynasty Wang Anshi's "Mooring at Guazhou"
It's easy to recognize the east wind, and it's always spring when it's colorful - Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
Zhan The apricot blossom rain makes my clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on my face, which is not cold. ——"Quatrains" by Monk Zhi'an of the Southern Tang Dynasty
1. The sound of wind and rain at night can tell how many flowers have fallen.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The strong wind and the sound of bows sounded, and the general hunted the city of Wei.
(Wang Wei: "Watching the Hunt")
3. The grass in the dark forest is trembling with wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
(Lu Lun: "Song of the Past")
4. The wildfire will not burn out,
The spring breeze will blow again.
(Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuan Cao")
5. Chai Men heard the barking of dogs,
Returning on a snowy night.
(Liu Changqing: "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow")
6. Sneak into the night with the wind,
Moisturizing things silently.
(Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
7. The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties,
The wind and smoke look out to Wujin. < /p>
It’s cold at high places.
(Su Shi: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come")
9. It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet,
The east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
(Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
10. The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep are visible.
("Chile Song")
11. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
(Zhinan: "Queju")
12. The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the bright moon.
(Li Yu's "Yu Meiren")
13. In front of the Huangshi Pagoda, the river east, the spring light is lazy and leans on the breeze.
(Du Fu: "Only by the River" "Looking for Flowers")
14. The south wind blows at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
(Bai Juyi's "Viewing the Cutting of Wheat")
15. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon and cicadas sing in the middle of the night.
(Xin Qiji "Xijiang Moon·Night Walk on the Yellow Sand Road")
16. Last night the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed up to the tall building alone and looked at the end of the world.
(Yan Shu: "Butterflies in Love with Flowers")
17. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
(Li Qingzhao: "Drunk Flower Yin")
18. Lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glaciers fall into sleep.
(Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th")
19. The silk pipes in Jincheng are falling one after another, half into the river wind and half into the clouds.
(Du Fu: "Giving Flowers to the Queen")
20. The lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface that has not been polished.
(Liu Yuxi: "Looking at the Dongting")
21. Flowers are flying everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind keeps the willows from falling.
(Han Hong << Cold Food>>)
22. The Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves and winds blow from the end of the world.
(Liu Yuxi's "Lang Tao Sha")
3. What are the poems that describe the sound of wind
1. Tang Lulun's "Song Xia"
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The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
2. "In the Mountains" by Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away. The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying in the mountains.
3. "Yin of the Bitter Cold" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
All the cold springs are swallowed, but I sing even more bitterly. Leaning against pine trees in the middle of the night, my clothes are covered with snow. The bamboo pole has its ups and downs, and I love to embrace the bitter festival. Birds sing with joy and sorrow, and I love bleeding from the mouth. If Pan Shengruo understands and chants, gray hair will appear earlier.
4. "Climbing High" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The wind is strong, the apes high in the sky are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in Zhu. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, but he has been sick for a hundred years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the new wine glass becomes muddy.
5. "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" by Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty
The evening rain in Xiaoxiao sprinkles the river sky to cleanse the autumn. The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light is shining on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up. I miss it a few times and I know I'm returning to the boat. Try to understand me. I am leaning against the railing, feeling depressed and worried!
Reference materials
Ancient Poetry Website: http://so.gushiwen.org/
4. Ancient poems describing the sound of wind
Willow shoots are green
Yang Wujiu
Sophora japonica has a clear breeze in summer. The sky is about to dawn, and the martial arts become brighter. During the Yuan Dynasty, there were famous generals who assisted Zhongxing. The court stopped its horses and troops. Enjoy leisure and travel in peace. He is concerned about the country, has a low-level military talent, and pays tribute to Yao.
Ten poems about summer
Yuan Zhen
The summer wind is warm and the trees are shady. The new shoots are purple in length and the early cherry blossoms are red in color.
The fireworks and clouds are heavy, and the bright colors invade the scenery. Hua Shi is good for each other, and Zhen Yunfang is deeply interested.
On the first day of the morning, before the stairs were full, the light breeze moved the curtain shadows. At ten o'clock, I had to rest and lie down high to enjoy the clear scenery.
Children are brushing towel boxes, and crows are rushing through deep forest wells. When the mind is free, why bother to travel far away?
The river miasma is hot and early in summer, and the transpiration is difficult to believe. It's a beautiful night tonight, and it's the only place in this deserted garden.
The dew leaves cast dark light, and the shooting stars leave nothing behind. But I am afraid that the clear night will be lonely, and the morning scenery will be sad at dusk.
Meng Yuexia is still shallow, and the strange clouds have not yet reached their peak. The clouds are red and the desert is deserted, and the waves are white and melting.
The Jade Committee has a surplus of moisture, but there is no trace of it. How to hold clouds and rain, and spray poison to follow the dragon.
The flowing fragrance conveys the splendid scenery, and all the flowers are scattered. The fragrance of the office fills the courtyard, and the clear clouds cover the night sky.
Cut red to create a high flame, decorated with green rows of new calyx. With this, you can relieve your deep feelings, not just words and thoughts.
The red silk is scattered on the fragrant tree, and the light is spinning in the wind. The smoke is filled with fragrance, and the face is wet with heavy makeup.
The beautiful woman is not here, but she stands in front of the steps. Suddenly I am tired of the long summer scenery, now spring is here.
The hundred tongues are gradually swallowing the sound, and the oriole is petite. Yun Hongfang was alert at night, and the chickens in the cage had already crowed.
At that time, the guests were at their own pace, and who could correct it after being shipped there? Don’t be disgusted with the abundance of insects in summer, and the constant disturbance of insects.
Swallows fly gracefully outside the curtain, and chicks fly in the nest. After eating the food, my muscles are exhausted, and my sweater becomes purple.
Each one flies back and forth, the male and female call from the beams. An adopted son will be ready for old age, but an evil son will win nothing.
The summer snow in the western mountains disappears, and the river flows to the southeast. The storm is as high as the sky, and the ripples are lower than the horse.
Being tricked by scalpers, it’s hard to wait for the White Emperor to come down. I am walking on level ground, looking for those who care about the river.
After the death wave of Lingjun, it is Jie Chang Yulan. Colorful green jade rice dumplings, fragrant white jade rice dumplings.
The deceased were kind and suffered, but today’s people are happy. It's a pity that you favor famous people and ask for help if you have no life.
To Lin Kuan
Huang Tao
We have known each other for forty years, our motherland and Chang'an.
We are all glad that we are here today, let’s not talk about the difficulties of the past.
The sea sounds dark in autumn, and the mountains are straight and windy in summer.
Confucianism and Taoism before the end, all rise and fall.
Send the old man to the mountain
Qi Ji
The green springs and green trees are cool in the summer breeze, and the purple fern and red japonica rice are fragrant in the afternoon.
You should hold a cup of bitter in the morning, and the fishy smell is common in the city.
Meng Pavilion
Wang Anshi
The hermit takes care of everything he encounters and has no shortage of things.
Mountains, forests and cities are united in language.
Poets talk about size and detail, but this refers to the overall situation.
Those who know nothing about it will tolerate their own desires.
Whoever knows the ancients has transcendent ears and eyes.
How can there be a difference between noise and silence?
What is Mingting doing now? It seems that he is afraid of shocking the customs.
The best intentions are not revealed, and the nicknames belong to themselves.
The eaves are cold in the summer wind, and the windows are scorching in the winter snow.
In spring, plum blossoms and willows are scattered everywhere, while in autumn, pines and chrysanthemums are deep in the path.
The pots and cups are smiling proudly, and the skirts are chasing each other.
This music is hard to describe. I hold the piano and compose new music.