Andrew, soldiers are always looking! Autumn wind words-Han Qiufeng rises, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young? Poems of the North Wind-Cao Zhi, Wei Yang and He Shuofeng. Use Dewey.
Instead of horses. Suddenly I went to the north.
The wind will prevail forever. Think about the other side
I hope to follow that bird. Fly south.
Flying in the Wind —— The depression in Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty began to close the floodgates, knocking down the hills and spreading glory. Colorful flowers in the forest and birds singing in the valley.
Clouds and shadows are scattered and water is woven. This song is great, and the whole world knows it very well.
Popular in the North-Li Baitang Candle dragon lives in a cold door with the light on. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger-patterned gold shovel.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
"Two Autumn Winds"-Du Fu's "Autumn Wind Blows Wushan" In the Tang Dynasty, he was imprisoned to repair Shuiguan. Wu Hao was a hundred feet ahead at the beginning, but he was still warm to the gods.
When do you want to leave, stop the halberd. Since the company of Qing Qiang is the teacher of a hundred barbarians, let's fight. China and Pakistan never had good news, but the news spread far and wide.
Autumn wind blows clothes, and the east flows weak in the west. Tianqing Town is full of traffic, and there are few pedestrians on Gushi Road.
I don't know who the bright moon is for. I sail alone in the morning and evening and return at night. I will lean my white hair on the tree, so the garden pool is now right and wrong.
Wings on the Wind —— Wang Bo, Tang Su, Liang Feng, Me and Qing Lin. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.
2. Write "Feng" ancient poems (including the names of ancient poems, poems, names of poets and dynasties of poets). Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than breaking up. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
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.
Huang Dafeng tingjian
First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs. The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes.
Insufficient steps-land tourism
The breeze blows the blue sea and gives birth to the dragon forest.
Half drunk riding a crane to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind was so strong that it blew me over the mountain.
Poetry has a loud and clear voice.
3. Windy ancient poetry (the author of the ancient poetry was named "Flowers and Rain in bloom" 1 in the dynasty, Xiao Chunmeng Haoran. I woke up briskly this morning in the spring of the Tang Dynasty, surrounded by birds singing, Jiangchuan fire and thousands of miles of clouds, but now I still remember that night, the storm, the cold weather and the dilapidated house.
Chai Men heard the dog barking, and I don't know how many flowers he folded. 6, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu knows the season when the rain is good in the Tang Dynasty, and it happens in spring.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The night road was overcast and dark.
Look at the red and wet place at dawn, and the snow will return to people at night. 2, the quatrain monk's south Southern Song Dynasty ancient wood shade short awning, rattan helps me cross the bridge east.
Ah, my friend's prince, you left again, blowing the cold willow wind and reaching the crumbling city gate. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain in every snowy area, is far away from Cangshan Mountain in the Tang Dynasty. I heard them sigh after you, and the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy.
3. Look at the bow of Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty, and the general hunted Weicheng. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Look back at the carving place.
4. Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, rambling grass, which came and went with the four seasons of the Tang Dynasty. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Sweet, they are on the old highway.
4. Four complete ancient poems describing the style should indicate the author's dynasty-Liu.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.
Hai returned to his hometown.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking!
Autumn wind ci-Han
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around.
Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young?
Poetry of the North Wind-Cao Zhiwei
Look up and down. Use Dewey.
Instead of horses. Suddenly I went to the north.
The wind will prevail forever. Think about the other side
I hope to follow that bird. Fly south.
Wings in the Wind —— Li Shimin Tang
The depression began to end and began to fade. Colorful flowers in the forest and birds singing in the valley.
Clouds and shadows are scattered and water is woven. This song is great, and the whole world knows it very well.
Popular in the North-Libaitang
Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats,
Debris blew down the Xuanyuan terrace. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't raise your sword to save the border,
This tiger-patterned gold shovel stayed. There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back. I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
Two Autumn Songs-Du Fu
Autumn wind blows Wushan, you go to the prison to repair the water pass. Wu Zhang cited more than a hundred feet,
Warm to God, but cold. When do you want to leave, stop the halberd. Since the company of Qing Qiang is the teacher of a hundred barbarians, let's fight.
China and Pakistan never had good news, but the news spread far and wide.
Autumn wind blows clothes, and the east flows weak in the west. Tianqing town is in a hurry.
There are few pedestrians on the ancient stone road. I don't know who the bright moon is for. I sail alone in the morning and evening and return at night.
I will lean my white hair on the tree, so the garden pool is now right and wrong.
Wings on the Wind-King
The cool breeze in Su Su wakes me up. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.
5. Write "Feng" ancient poems (including the names of ancient poems, poems, names of poets and dynasties of poets). Untitled Tang Li Shangyin) Long before I met her, but even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Ancient Grass", rambling grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season.
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. Strong wind, Huang Tingjian's frost, heavy sky, high sun and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes. Buxu traveled in the clear wind and blue sea, gave birth to Longlin, and rode a crane half drunk to pay his respects to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind blew me over the mountain, and the voice of poetry was loud and clear.
6. The author of a famous poem about the wind in ancient times, and when the spring flowers and the autumn moon in that dynasty were, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Yu Li
How deep is the yard? The willow trees pile up smoke, but the curtains are not heavy. Yule carved an saddle and swam around the smelting place, but the building was too high to see Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Ouyang Xiu
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night. Qin Guan
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
He's "Singing Willow" in Tang Dynasty
Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow.
Liu Yong's Lin Yuling in the Northern Song Dynasty
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Wang Anshi's Sailing in Guazhou in Northern Song Dynasty
7. Write ancient poems about "Feng" (including the names of ancient poems, poems, names of poets and dynasties of poets). Untitled Tang Li Shangyin.
Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than breaking up. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
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.
Huang Dafeng tingjian
First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs. The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes.
Insufficient steps-land tourism
The breeze blows the blue sea and gives birth to the dragon forest.
Half drunk riding a crane to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind was so strong that it blew me over the mountain.
Poetry has a loud and clear voice.