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. Xin Qiji's fire poem-Jade Box
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
A suggestion for my friend Liu.
Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Wildfire never completely burned them, but they stood up again in the spring breeze-Bai Juyi bid farewell to the ancient plains with 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
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"
3. The poem about fire is 10 sentence: at the banquet of Mei Daochang's house: Shigu Song.
Tears streamed down his face. He brought me a lamp and showed it to me. I called them wonderful. No one dealt with them devoutly. God gave him divine power and granted him a companion: "An ancient battle song". The new autumn shines on the cow and girl, but the crows are still weeping at dusk. Luo Luo is boiling, loving fire and snow, and the river is curling up.
Full of white salt and cold feet, nine little flying flowers: on a bright day, we went up the mountain and scanned the sky for the torch of war. Han Yu.
A long snake with a fishy smell. Li Shangyin, the ghost guardian is annoyed [because] Oh, Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping.
Meng Haoran: Cold night: Sui Palace, gradually happy, spring breeze night berthing beside the Maple Bridge is high, shocking and thunderous: I will stay in Wangchuan after the rain clears. Guan Bo's official worry: On the evening of ebb tide, Jiang Feng's fishing fire tied him to sleep in the slanting moon by the river. After the bandit retreated, he said to the tax collector: there is a ray of green in an old bottle, and two or three fires are Guazhou.
Du fu. Zuyong.
Whoever moves far away will put it out. It's a handful of ashes, and a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
But knowing the source of happiness, the light is beautiful. * * * Worried about tomorrow's auction: night parking near Fengqiao.
Catkin piled up on a silver plate. The hunting fire of Tatar Chief Wang Wei flashed, collapsed and frozen along the Wolf Mountain.
The sacred objects soared. Ning Er wants to slander, and the beast charcoal knocks at the beginning.
Fire is La Tian Chun's grass, and Bai Juyi growled at the tiger. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman of the Great Wall: Xing: Draw a Buddha on the old wall, the monk said, and then bid farewell: A suggestion to my friend Liu: Hope for spring: torch invades the moonlight of barbarians, who will be afraid of blocking the environment: this one, in the south ruled by fire, the signs of evil are common, and in the yellow dusk we water our horses at the border: fireflies have now disappeared. Who will take drought as an example when they have left the wind, frost and grass? A song by a girl in Luoyang is so full of ruby fever that it is threatened. The wind blows with flames, and the wilderness is covered with newly flying snow: wildfires never completely engulf them: the forest stores rainwater, the smoke comes slowly, and the peach trees are in bud! Like a creature frying on a fire, there is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
Bai Juyi likes to play with fire and snow all his life: the cold fire in the old battlefield is now gray on the old fortress, and he doesn't know the essence of the Lord very much and has nowhere to go. Bai Juyi: Frosty night: washed by rain, scorched by the sun, and burned by wildfire: until their captain in the sand sea gave the order with feathers.
Invisible customs burn Kunlun. This evening is impressive.
So the shepherds beat drums for fire, and the cows polished their horns on the drums. The snow in jathyapple was cloudy, but there was no stone or soil. Old customs burn dragons, deeper.
Goose feathers are falling: the wind at dawn just stirred when his nine soft lights went out, and I don't know when I was drunk. Li Qi: After three months of war.
Sweating in Jiangting: What kind of flame is his gold crucible: At Nanjing Ferry. Han Yu.
Zhang Ji. Wang Wei, steamed quinoa and boiled millet, Fu Dong.
Du Fu's Chu Mountain experienced the moon fire, and its roots are eternal: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain and wrote this poem on the gatehouse. Why don't you have some? Gao Shi: Wang Jimen.
Let's talk about Dong playing the flute. "。 Han Yu's rock and roll.
4. 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."
5. Write a poem about fire 1. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they are tall again in the spring breeze.
2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.
4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.
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.
fire
dance
There is no music as a seed.
You can sprout in the wind.
Like a grand festival, it is fixed.
Only raised arms
Write the name of a country.
Fire means brilliant and energetic movement.
A symbol of life, revised again and again.
The moment I came out of loneliness.
Then the shining heart was reborn. Bang!
The cold end is dotted with stars.
But in the agitation, the radiation surged and the thunder rumbled.
Fire means that brave people erupt in pain.
Swing in the howling north wind.
Leaving only a small pile of ashes.
What is given to the newcomers is the enlightenment of faith.
Open your eyes and see! Brought the light he refined with a kind of destruction
6. 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
2
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
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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
13
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
7. 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 as blue as 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"
8. Poems about volcanoes should be hotter in June, and pedestrians at Chiting intersection are absolutely deserted. Cen Can
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. Richie
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. -Yu Qian
Warm embrace the stove fire, idle scratch white hair. -Bai Juyi
The ashes of the fire have died and the leaves have been sparse for ten days. -Bai Juyi
A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery. -Du Fu
At first glance, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly brighter. -Du Mu
Back in the middle of the fire, the troops began to pursue. Chen Ziang
9. Poem about fire 10 Line "Grass" Bai Juyi: Wildfire never goes out, spring breeze blows high "a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps with the fire "To the tax collector who retreats": People who are forced by you to invest money are like creatures frying on the fire. Listening to Dong's Flute: Cold in ancient times, heavy snow in the wild. Han Yu's Rock: Monk. He showed me a lamp, and I called them wonderful Han Yu. Stopped in a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I carved this poem on the tower. 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. Shigu song Washed by rain, baked by the sun, burned by wildfire, guarding ghosts. So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently? Normal University: Ge Yanxing: Until their captain gave the order to pull a feather on the sand sea, 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: A song by a girl in Luoyang: His nine soft lights went out, nine flying flowers, and the wind at dawn just stirred. Du Fu: Hope of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth thousands of dollars. Meng Haoran: Qingming Banquet at Meidaochang: Danzao fires first. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman's great wall. Wang Wei: I stayed in Wangchuan for a long time: the forest stored rain, the smoke came slowly, and the quinoa was steamed and boiled. Li Shangyin: Sui Palace: Fireflies have gone and left the place where the wind blows, but they are still in the weeping willows, and crows roost 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: staying at Fengqiao overnight: the moon sets in frost, and Jiang Feng catches fire. Two or three fires are in Guazhou. Bai Juyi, who plays with snow, loves fire and snow all his life. The fire broke out in late spring, and the snow in jathyapple was cloudy. Goose feathers fall in succession, and animal charcoal knocks at the beginning. It is full of white salt and cold, and the furnace is full of ruby heat. It is appropriate to move the cup slightly and gradually lead to music. However, I don't know the source of joy, but I don't know the season of leading a drunken life. Catkin is piled on the silver plate, and the sleeves are chipped. * * Thunderstorms are caused by panic. They were in tears, and the frozen fog was gloomy. The root cause is age. The green forest is grey, and there is no place for the clouds. The night was particularly impressive. The new autumn shines on cows and girls. The wind blew a huge flame and the river smoked. Customs burn Kunlun, which is beautiful. It smells like a long snake.