2, where to wake up tonight, Yang Liuan Xiaofeng waning moon. -Song Liu Yong's "Yu Linling"
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3, stained with clothes to wet apricot rain, blowing the face without cold wind. -Song Zhinan's "Jueju"
4. Apes whimper in the high wind-Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
5, the wind blows, cattle and sheep are low-the northern folk song "Chile Song"
6. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough for Yumenguan. -Wang Tangzhihuan's Liangzhou Ci
7, the wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone forever. -"Historical Records, Biography of Assassins"
8. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Don Cen Can
9. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi
10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -"The Recent Flowers" by Song Yan Shu
1 1, the ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. -Ma Song Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
12, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water. -Feng Yansi's "Golden Gate"
13, east wind evil, with a thin sense of joy, with sadness left for several years. -Song Luyou's "Hairpin Phoenix"
14, people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Hu's "The Title of Chengnan Village"
15, it was long before I met her, but it was longer than we were apart. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. -Tang Li Shangyin "Untitled"
16, the children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. -Qing Gao Ding's "Village Residence"
17 but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. -Tang Menghao's "Spring Dawn"
18. Last night, the autumn wind entered Hanguan, and the moon was full of Xishan. -Tang, "Early Autumn of Juncheng"
19, bow back, bright sword and frost, autumn wind out of Xianyang. -Tang Linghu Chu's Youth Travel
20, but the rest of the characters are hard to find and walk far in the snow. -Modern Liang Qichao's Rain in the Pacific Ocean
2 1, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow. -Don't Be Big
22, Jinting Yang Liubi, people standing in Dongfeng wine half drunk. -Ming Lu Juan, "Writing Poems for Father"
23, Jincheng silk tube day after day, half into the river and half into the clouds. -Tang Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"
24, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day. -Tang Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
25, sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
2. Poems about the Wind Appreciation of Poems about the Wind On the first day of a cloud, the pavilion was sinking and rain came. Autumn wind and autumn rain in the east building of Xianyang City make people sad. Sitting alone in the cold night is like pounding "autumn night". The water is roughed by strong winds for days, and wine boats keep coming to "get drunk in Shiyu Lake". One day, I will ride the wind and waves. and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea, the "gone forever" in the deep sea is full of horseshoe disease. One day after graduation, I will see you in Chang 'an. Last night, the east wind blew the small building that spent the night abroad, blowing to my motionless tall mast, so my country could not bear to look back. In the moonlight, the autumn wind in Yu Meiren is bleak, and Humboldt watches the sea breeze surging. When the wind blows and clouds fly, Wei Jiahai returns to his hometown. Zhongshan Huang, millions of heroes cross the seven laws of the great river. The wind blows my heart, and the Xianyang tree "Jinxiang sends Wei Ba to Xijing" hangs in the Western Heaven for 3,000 years, making it flesh and blood. And eight In the snow horizontal Tatar day "Bai Xuege send arm" nobody cares, the south building bright moon is cool. The book of Ezhou South Building surprised the magpie. The breeze sings at midnight. The wind blew into the house and the paper window was broken. The north wind is like a knife, and the cloth does not cover it. The good wind sent me to the "Linjiang Fairy" in Qingyun, on the Sanmao of my house. The hut was blown by the autumn wind and was still calling in the middle of the night. If you don't believe that the east wind can't call back the clouds to send spring, and it blows over the sill, Lu Qingpingdiao No.1, the river is choppy and covered by clouds, and the forest is dark. A gust of wind hits the grass, and the general tries to shoot the hibiscus flowers on the moat of "Xia Sai Qu" at night, and the sudden wind blows the vines and whips the birds to climb the Liuzhou Tower. They return to their nests, and the white sand mountaineering wind in clear lake sends the willow cotton sweet shop away from Nanjing, and the general hunts Weicheng, knowing the east wind. The colorful firecrackers are always in the spring every year. The spring breeze warms the January day in Tu Su and turns Jiang Nanan green. When will the bright moon shine on me? The north wind blows white clouds, and Wan Li crosses the river. Surprised autumn on Fen, autumn geese Changfeng escort. Before the jujube blossoms fade, Lakaye has left my friend Chen for a long time. Facing the moon with bright walls, black crows are flying, frosty and sad, and suddenly their low voices jump to a more free tune, like a forest swaying with a long wind, a downpour is breaking tiles, and many people like to listen; But few people understand that the spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtains beside my bed? S spring thoughts, rainy night comes, flowers fall, Xiao Chun wildfire never quite consumes them. The spring breeze gave birth to Farewell to Ancient Grass. It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The untitled sky was gray, the grass was wild, the wind was low, the cattle and sheep got wet, the apricot blossom rain got wet, their faces were not cold, the willow wind blew, the yellow tower stood in front of the river, and they were lazy and sleepy in spring. Looking for the river alone, the south wind comes at night, and the wheat is yellow. People are thinner than yellow flowers. Drunk flowers and songs lie in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, glacier dreams. 1 1 On the 4th of the month, there were many silk tubes in Jincheng, and the lakes and mountains matched the autumn moon. There is no wind mirror on the pool surface, and the spring city is flying all over the sky. Cold Food Cold Food Yellow River Nine Songs Wan Li Sand, Waves over the wind blowing from the end of the world.
I don't know who cut Feng's poem. The spring breeze in February is like scissors 1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
(Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 2. The wind is full, and the general hunts Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting) 3. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.
(Lu Lun: "The Next Song") 4. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Bai Juyi: Farewell to Ancient Grass) 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
(Liu Changqing: Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow) 6. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. (Du Fu: Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night) 7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
("Farewell Du to Shu Guan") 8. If you want to go home by the wind, you will be afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "When will there be a bright moon?" It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed.
(Li Shangyin: Untitled) 10. The sky is gray, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows grass and cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile) 1 1. I don't know who cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
(Singing Willow by He Zhangzhi) 12. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan. When will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi's Dengguazhou) 13. "Wind" Tang (Li Qiao) leaves Sanqiu, which can bloom in February.
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. The wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, the moonlight is blowing, and the breeze is not cold. The wind is blowing from the wide sky. It is a sharp gale. The apes are sobbing, and the spring breeze of cattle and sheep is not enough. Yumenguan is windy and rainy, and the water is cold.
4. windy poems are full of hearts, stones and moons, and snowy mountains.
(Du Fu: the third village of Chunjiang Village) The moon is full of dew, and the clouds pass the stream wind. (Du Fu: "Qinzhou Miscellaneous Poems" Part II) Shadow is lured by clear water, and wind is envied by safflower.
(Du Fu: See the flowers before the boat after the storm) The wind breaks the skin and flesh, and the barren forest can be returned. (Du Fu: Mountain Temple) The snow fence can be folded, and the wind pavilion willows are slightly suitable.
(Du Fu: Farewell to Wuxia) Yunfu cliff, wind bamboo in Huaxuan. (Du Fu: Feng's handwriting) Butterflies are diligent in following oars, while seagulls are lazy in avoiding boats.
(Du Fu: Hangji Ancient City Store) Mistakenly suspected that Maotang had crossed the river and had entered the wind and blue clouds. (Du Fu: Zheng Yima's residence) Yunshan Wuling, with three seedlings.
(Du Fu: Wang Ye) The wind blows the Spring Lantern, and the river sings the rain at night. (Du Fu: boating in Kuizhou) Fish come out in the drizzle, and Yan Xie in the breeze.
(Du Fu: the water sill sends the heart) The leaves are thin and the wind falls, and the mountains sink at the beginning of the day. (Du Fu: Wang Ye) The grass and mud in front of the door are not chaotic, and the wind and wind in the courtyard are sparse.
(Du Fu: It doesn't stop raining) Is that enough? .
5. Ask for a high school composition about wind 1. My hometown is in the northeast of Sichuan, surrounded by mountains, and a river winds through the foot of the mountain. No one knows how many years this river has passed, but it is a passage for mountain people to go out and the wind enters our lives through it.
At this time, there is no wind. Lin Qiu, full of lush mountains, stood quietly, each with its own posture, as if looking at something.
Even the broken shadow on the ground-the masterpiece of sunshine and Lin Qiu branches and leaves-is quiet, only mottled and motionless, afraid of any slight movement, which will disturb this quiet world. Of course, what is happening at the moment makes the world uneasy.
The wind is the shadow I catch when I walk. "Birds fly by, leaving shadows in the air", suddenly thinking of such a poem.
The poem is full of romantic reverie, but it is actually just an image capture and a scene where birds fly by. The real shadow can't stay, at least not in the sky, but in our hearts.
Not only birds, but also many things. Times have changed. And the wind, a kind of wind that I don't know when it will come, can leave a long "shadow" here-the hometown road.
The "shadow" is exposed through a bamboo, so clear and obvious that it needs no explanation. Bamboo is a kind of bamboo, and my hometown can be seen everywhere. Su Dongpo recited the kind of kind bamboo that would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.
Bamboo can't bear the weight of masculine wind and has to bow its head in the majesty of the wind. In them, I saw the shadow of the wind-it kept the shadow of the wind with its own life.
However, should we blame the ruthlessness of the wind? Or lament the weakness of bamboo? In the works of poets and writers, the feelings about the wind are so different. The wind in spring is gentle, the wind in summer is cool, the wind in autumn is bleak and the wind in winter is biting. The nature of the wind has not changed, and the road is still the same, but people feel different at different times. I think it's because the "shadow" left by the wind in their hearts is different! It may be the same for us.
Why don't we face the wind bravely? Why paint what we can't accept as the devil and what we like as the angel? The ancients said that the wind is the gas of the earth. I'm thinking that when the earth breathes, it must carry some kind of sign. Otherwise, in the face of King Xiang of Chu, Song told the difference between the emperor's wind and Shu Ren's wind, so as to ridicule King Xiang's arrogance and extravagance.
Otherwise, Liu Bang, who put down the rebellion in Ying Bu, returned home in triumph in his sixties and invited his elders and children to indulge in wine and revelry. As soon as the wine was hot, he improvised a song and blurted out "Song of the Wind". "Clouds fly from the wind" has brought heroic victories to many people for thousands of years.
Otherwise, how could Fengshen in ancient mythology carry so many human scars? Therefore, I firmly believe in the infinity of the universe. However, the sudden disaster will destroy the past civilization and return it to its original state when it was in bud.
Over and over again. The civilization we are witnessing now is only a detail in this repetitive process, and of course there are also "shadows" left by the wind.
Wind and leaves seem to be the most intimate, and leaves are the easiest to feel the existence of wind. The posture of leaves flying in the air is so beautiful that we have to stay away from sadness and melancholy and appreciate this kind of beauty, that kind of dancing beauty. I don't know why many people are so sad when describing the autumn wind, but when I saw the fallen leaves dancing with the wind, I felt the joy of the leaves, because she finally got rid of the shackles of the tree and hugged and danced with the dear wind. Although I will return to the earth soon and stay for a short time in this beautiful moment, the leaves are happy.
In this way, it is not difficult for us to have an optimistic heart. I don't want to leave for a long time, leaving this road that has also left a "shadow" because of the wind, standing silently between heaven and earth alone, anchoring my heart in the happy paradise left by the wind, just like the silent and bright shadow on this slope.
I am trying to understand the secrets of lush trees, dead bamboo and flying leaves, and the wind. I want to understand its connotation, but what will happen if I understand it? Listening to the wind (prose) walking through the reedy grassland, I always feel that I have heard the melodious flute. It's bagpipes
You say. The wind has a sound, but we ignore it.
So, you teach me that the wind is humming or surging through the mountains, grass leaves or wind chimes on the eaves. This summer, I stayed in this windy farm, slept in the wind, woke up in the wind, and my ears and heart were full of abundance.
When I left and returned to the city, the towering buildings blocked the wind, leaving only my ears used to listening to the wind. Still listening.
Went to physical education class as a teenager. My teacher taught us to lie on the grass, listen to the whispers of flowers and look at the clouds in the sky. I watched Yunfei fly across the sky with rapt attention. I never knew that clouds walked so fast. No wonder walking clouds are compared to running water.
Looking at Yun Qi, Yun Fei, Yunju and Yun Fan, I gradually feel dizzy. I sat up and said to the teacher, "I feel dizzy." Some people get carsick, others get seasick, so I feel dizzy.
When I told you this experience, you looked at me with a strange look and said, "My God." I couldn't help laughing.
Why do you always find it interesting and even precious no matter what I do? Line style is the most creative artist. He doesn't like fixed shapes and is always changing the appearance of things. Straighten to bend, flatten to three-dimensional.
You must have seen tall trees winding in the wind; You must have seen the calm sea set off stormy waves. You must have seen a gentleman's hair blown unkempt and a lady's skirt blown off. These are just little pranks.
The artist was drunk, crying and singing, and his pen and ink were smooth. It was a typhoon. He lost control of all the lines, was unrestrained and had the power to destroy everything.
The wind shows us an artist's meticulous gentleness and violent madness. Fishing by the clear water is not to cultivate feelings, but to strive to be an independent and mature woman. At least, I still have the ability to fish.
However, everything is wrong today. Where are all the fish? It's like getting a message that the fish is gone.
Take from above
6. What are the poems about the wind? 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded.
-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" 2. Wildfire didn't completely swallow them up, but they were tall again in the spring breeze. -Bai Juyi's Grass 3. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
-Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" 4, the wind, thousands of miles, knocking at Yumenguan battlements. -Li Bai's Guan Shanyue 5. Spring wind, because I dare not know when you will enter Luowei.
-Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts" 6. In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach. -Du Fu's "Ascending the Mountain" 7. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough.
-Wang Zhihuan's "The Embankment" 8. Clouds want clothes and flowers, and spring breeze blows the threshold. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao" 9. From the south wind at night, the wheat is covered with yellow.
-Bai Juyi's "Look at the Harvest Wheat" 10, dipping clothes to remove the wet apricot rain and blowing cold willows. -Zhinan's quatrains 1 1, where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan has a small breeze.
-Liu Yong's Yulin Order 12, like a strong wind in spring, blows in the dark and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Cen Can's "A Song of Snow White Farewell to the Field-Clerk Wu Going Home" 13, I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but in February they were like scissors.
-He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow 14. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went to the tall building to see the horizon alone. -Yan Shu's "Flowers Near" 15, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water.
-Feng Yansi's Golden Gate.
7. Good sentences describing wind and spring will always exist.
Poems about "Wind"
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.
Spring breeze, it swept the bare land, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.
The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience. It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world. The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.
Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world. It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest. Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.
The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields. It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves. It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way. The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.
Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions. Agree 9| Comment