The poem about the wind is 1. Poetry about the wind.
1 quatrains
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Go for an outing by the river. See you later. Take the standard. In spring, the wind rises and the city falls, and the tall buildings are sad.
2. "Minus magnolia, empty bed"
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
The empty bed is ringing. Flowers are covered with birds in spring and hail on the ice. Drunk dreams and previous respect. Startled up the lake and the wind went into the cold. Transfer the rope. Spring water string frost into the dial. The moon sets more slowly. I want Gao Gong to play solo.
3, "Shuilongyin Road Yan Han Lengjia Lao"
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Dew is cold, smoke is cold, and old age is cold. On the autumn night of the Milky Way, the lantern is sad, and the first sound comes. We should remember Xiaoxiang, the shore is quiet and the water is abundant. Looking at the flat fields, I want to go down, leaning against the quilt in front and the wind.
You have to believe that Wan Li, Hengyang, home and brocade books are sent from afar. Beyond the clouds, it is oblique and sparse. The moon shines on the fairy palm, and the shadow shakes the stone city to get cold water. I didn't beat when I was looking at the clothes, but the beauty brushed the pestle with tears.
4. "He Xinlang is very weak."
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
I'm dying. I have been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed. Today, there are only a few left. White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy. I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar. A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time. Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying. Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
5. He Xinlang's Theory of Good Poetry
Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
Tell me more about your poem. Echoes around the beam, the mighty sky, Dongting rubber. There is no dust on thousands of feet of cliffs, only a layer of ice and snow. At first glance, the hair is fine. From the past, beautiful women are unlucky. They feel sorry for the past. The golden room is cold and the night is quiet. Go to Wu Jun's home in Tianchi. At the bearish place, the fish and dragons are bleak and the clouds are open. Look up at China's way of dressing, and you can get rid of the broken bones during the day. Sigh and sigh, everyone knows. Singing hentai in the middle of the night, listening to the clank of iron between the eaves of horses. North and South, divided.
2. "Poems that miss people when the wind blows"
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.
The ends of the earth are poor and white, only endless lovesickness. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you.
Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? . I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night. High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Ten years of life and death! Never think, never forget.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? People say that acacia is bitter, but I am partial to acacia.
It's hard to sleep every night, and I know it very well. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy.
Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? Put up with a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting. Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc. number
Hate is not as good as believing, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep. The ends of the earth are poor and white, only endless lovesickness.
If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you. Think back to her lover, lover, the person far away from the horizon, the eyes that sent her away, and the source of tears now.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. I miss you like a full moon, and the brightness is decreasing every night.
High-rise buildings in Yue Ming are exclusive. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Ten years of life and death! Never think, never forget. Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. How can we be heartless if we don't see each other?
People say that acacia is bitter, but I am partial to acacia. It's hard to sleep every night, and I know it very well.
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.
I don't know if Sloan hates Mandy. Since the monarch came out, the mirror was dark and hopeless.
Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time? The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break.
The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning. Linglong dice Ann Monkey Bean, do you know how much you miss it? Put up with a thousand dollars for a smile? After all, lovesickness is better than meeting.
Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you.
3. Poems describing strong winds
1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4, the sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind and grass are low to see cattle and sheep.
5, wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring.
6, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind.
On the 7 th, the rest of the flutes flew silently and scattered into the spring breeze.
8. A gust of wind brought catkins and cotton wool, and the shop was full of sweetness. Black-bone chicken pressed wine to persuade customers to taste it.
9, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
10, why should a strong enemy blame Liu? The spring breeze is just like Yumen Pass.
1 1, Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
12, you see a boat, stormy waves.
13, the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
14. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
15, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.
16, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
17, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber. There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
18, firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.
19, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms.
20. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.