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.
Bai Juyi, Grass: Wildfire never devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
After the bandits retreated, Jie Yuan said to the tax collectors, You people who force to pay taxes are like animals fried on fire.
Let's talk about the flute played by Dong, only to hear the cold fire and ashes of the ancient bunker and the new snow-white flying in the wilderness. "。
Han Yu's Rock: On the old wall, the priest said that the Buddha statues were well painted. He showed me a lamp and I called them great.
Han Yu: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain, and I carved this poem on the gatehouse: This one, in the south ruled by fire, is full of evil spirits, and God has given him divine power to be an equal.
Han Yu: Shigu Song: It's annoying to be washed away by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wild fires.
So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently?
Gao Shi The arrangement order of Yan songs. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
Li Qi: An old battle song: Going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war. At yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the river on the border.
Wang Wei: Luoyang girl's song: When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn just blew, and nine little flying flowers.
Du Fu: Dream of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Meng Haoran. At a banquet in Taoist Mei's house: What kind of flame is burning in his golden crucible, and the peach blossoms are in bud! .
Zuyong: Wang Jimen: The bonfire invades the barbarian moonlight, and the mountain clouds are like the chairman carrying the Great Wall from the sea.
Wang Wei: "I stayed in Wangchuan after a long rain": the forest stored rain, smoked slowly, steamed quinoa and boiled millet.
Li shangyin Sui Palace. Fireflies are gone now, leaving the weathered grassland, but they are still perched by weeping willow crows at dusk.
Bai Juyi: A suggestion for my friend Liu: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a little red in the static furnace.
Zhang Ji: a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
Zhang Hu: At Nanjing Ferry: In the slanting moon by the river at low tide, two or three fires are Guazhou.
2. The poem about fire is finished 1.
When I went out to meet the fire companions, I was both surprised and busy: I spent twelve years together, but I didn't know Mulan was a girl.
Mulan Poetry/Mulan Ci in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
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After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
The Hope of Spring Tang Du Fu
three
Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu
four
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Qing Yu Anyuan Xi Song Xinqiji
five
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer.
Tomb-Sweeping Day Yucheng, Wang Song
six
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Grass/Fu De Gu Yuan Grass Farewell to Tang Bai Juyi
seven
A thousand hammers cut the mountain, and the fire burns like a fool.
Poetry of Lime Money
eight
His face was covered with dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.
Tanren Tang Bai Juyi
nine
Forty-three years, watching, I still remember that the fire was on Yangzhou Road.
Yongyu Le Jing Kou Gu Beiting Nostalgia Song Xin Qi Ji
10
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
Tang Bai Juyi's Three Memories of Jiangnan
1 1
Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.
A night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang Night Park Tang Zhangji
12
This is the night for men to study.
Don Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning
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The bonfire shines in Xijing, and my heart is uneven.
Join the army Tang yangjiong
14
There is no fire. It's time to try on new makeup. It's good to be three years old in China.
Song Wanyong, Three Episodes of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival
15
A jack-o'-lantern was lit in the dark room, and the spring courtyard was closed and dark.
Song Zhengqi, Wen Song and Tian Xiang
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.
There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others. 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. What are the ancient poems about fire?
The love of my life, love fire and pity snow.
Fire is spring and snow is jathyapple.
Goose feathers fall one after another, and animal charcoal breaks at the beginning.
Cold feet full of white salt, full of ruby fever.
Slightly suitable for drinking, gradually attracting music.
But you know the source of joy, but you don't know the drunken season.
Catkin was piled on a silver plate, and the sleeves were covered with scraps.
* * * Worried about tomorrow's sales, then be a new year's goods.
Burn du fu
Chushan is set on fire by the moon, and it will come back to life as soon as there is drought. Old customs burn dragons, and panic causes thunderstorms.
Burst the boundary, crying, collapsing, freezing the haze. Luo Luo's boils are rooted in the ages.
The green forest is grey, and there is no place for clouds. The night is particularly deep, and the new autumn shines on Niu Girl.
The wind blew a huge flame, and the river rose with smoke. Hidden customs burn Kunlun, and the pillars are illuminated.
It's fishy. It's a long snake, barking at the tiger. Holy things soar, without stone and soil.
Ning Er wants to slander in order to get close to bullying. Commissioner Bo is worried about officials and is very ignorant of the essence.
Whoever moves away and lets it out is afraid of blocking the ring. Lying sweating in Jiangting is even more unfathomable.
5. 1, longing for spring Du Fu and Tang Although the country has broken mountains and rivers, everything is spring.
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. 2. Say goodbye to Bai Juyi's ancient grass, and Tang Mancao comes and goes with the seasons.
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. 3. Yan Zhenqing's Persuasion Poem: It's a reading night.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. 4. Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows when it will rain and when spring will come.
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. 5. Jade case Yuan Xin Qiji Song Dongfeng spent thousands of trees at night.
It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread.
The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd.
Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit. 6. Sleeping in the frost near Fengqiaozhang at night, Jiangfeng fishing and sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. 7. The warm incense and red flame of candle soup burned for a while, and the curtain began to fall to the sky.
I hate blue hall's night farewell, like tears. A suggestion for Juyitang: there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine? 9. Living on the mountain is the loneliness of the king covering Chai Fei, and the boundless glow is declining. Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.
The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red. Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.
10, Qian Ming Lime Song chiseled out a deep mountain, and idleness is also a fire. Even if it is smashed to pieces, I am not afraid, and I am willing to leave a clean one in the world.
1 1, Jiang Lou Wang Bai Juyi Tang Wangdong is vast, and the mountains are wide and complex. The city lights up around, and a galaxy sinks into the center of the water.
On a sunny day, the wind blows against the old trees, rustling as if it were raining; On summer nights, the moon hangs all over the ground, just like autumn frost. Can you cool off in Jianglou? It's much cooler than the military trade club school.
12, Li Shangyin, Sui Palace, Tang Ziquan Palace, lock the clouds, as if he had already taken the whole Yangzhou as his own. If the imperial seal had not been seized by Tang Taizu, he would have set sail long ago.
Fireflies are gone now, leaving the weathered grassland, but they are still perched by weeping willow crows at dusk. If he met, the world was in chaos, and the later Emperor Chen, do you think they would mention a "Garden Flower"? ? .
6. What are the poems about "fire"? 1, the wildfire never consumed them, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze-Wild Grass Bai Juyi 2, Cold Night Jiang Feng, Fishing for Fire and Sleeping-a night-mooring near maple bridge Zhang Ji 3. The people you force to invest are like creatures frying on fire.
-Letter to the tax collectors after the bandits retreated from Jie Yuan 4. The cold fire of the old battle on the ancient bunker is now gray, and the wilderness is cast a shadow by the new flying snow. After listening to Dong playing the flute, he said, "The Buddha statues on the old wall are all well painted. He brought me a lamp and showed it to me. I said it was excellent.
-Han Yu's Rock 6. For this one, in the south ruled by fire, signs of evil are widespread, and heaven has given sacred power to appoint it as a nobleman. -Han Yu: "A temple in Hengshan, I wrote this poem on the tower" 7. To be washed away by rain, baked by the sun, and burned by wildfire, ghost guardians are annoying.
-Han Yu: "Shigu Song" 8. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain. -Gao Shi:' Yan Ge Creep' 9. Going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war. At yellow dusk, we drink water for our horses in the river on the border.
-Li Qi: An old battle song 10. His nine soft lights went out, nine flying flowers spread slightly, and the wind at dawn just stirred. -Wang Wei: A song by a girl in Luoyang 1 1 After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
-Du Fu: Chunwang 12, how flaming his golden crucible is, and how magical the peach blossoms are in bud! . -Meng Haoran: Mei Daochang's family banquet 13, the bonfire invaded the moonlight, and the mountain clouds were like chairs carrying the Great Wall.
-Zuyong: Wang Jimen 14, the fireflies have left, leaving the trouble, but the crows are still weeping at dusk. —— Li Shangyin: Sui Palace 15, there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a touch of red in the static furnace.
-Bai Juyi: "A suggestion for a friend Liu" On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. -Zhang Ji: Night parking near Fengqiao.
7. A poem with "fire" in Wang Anshi's "The Fisherman's Pride", "The lights have been turned off in the first half 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."