1. Poems about the wind
The strong wind blows and the clouds fly, and the sea returns to its hometown.
The warriors are guarding all sides! It sheds three autumn leaves and can bloom February flowers. Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.
The morning breeze blows, and the northern forest lingers. I haven't seen a gentleman yet, so I am worried.
How? So much selflessness! Enjoy the valley breeze, maintain wind and rain. I will be afraid, Wei Yu and my daughter.
The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees turn yellow and the wild geese return south. Look up to the new wind.
Use the capital of Wei. I would like to ride on behalf of the horse.
Suddenly north. The wind will always come.
Sibimanfang. I wish to follow the flying birds.
Flying southward. The sky is high with heavy frost, the sun is dim, and the wild red leaves are flying up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit guests from the south of the Yangtze River, and even blows the guests' clothes through broken windows. When I first heard about the roaring waves in Shu Cave, I heard that the horses were galloping.
Sitting on a paper futon at night, it feels like you are in Ruoye Village. Clear light condenses the dew and whisks the tobacco.
The osmanthus branches sway and the soul flows, and the apple leaves stir in the gentle breeze. The breeze brings out the autumn colors, and the bottles of wine are also opened.
Strong winds swept the water and destroyed the trees. At the end of the year, the wind stirs the earth, and the nights are cold and snowy.
Everything grows in spring. Groups of vegetation rise with the strong wind.
How elegant it is to be scattered. The breeze blows on the blue sea, and the thin dragon scales grow. I ride a crane half drunk to pay homage to Lord Qinghua.
When the gentle breeze comes, I will not sing to myself. The dark green law rises, and the white apple grows in the distance.
The breeze harmonizes with the grass, and the large leaves are round and shaded. The clear dewdrops are perfectly combined, and the sunset flowers are reflected deeply.
The wind is rising in silence, slowly dispersing in the fields. The dew drops are shaking, and the forest leaves are curling silently.
The rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze blows on the green strips. There is no sound when entering the pine tree, and the shadows of the passing willow trees are swaying in the air.
I climbed to the gate of Shaocheng and looked around at the world. A strong wind rises from the north, roaring and shaking the dangerous battlements.
The breeze comes from Xiao Sa, and I am thinking leisurely. Go into the forest and turn over the leaves, and go around the trees to defeat the red orchids.
The waters of the Three Gorges are gurgling, vast and vast. Not like on the new pond, the breeze ripples.
The ancient foundation is not covered with dry clams, and the monument is covered with moss. The gentle breeze rises in the evening, just like when you hear howling while sitting.
The silk and bamboo are moving in the flood, and the water and land are used for roasting. The light rain quiets the tower, and the gentle breeze stirs the orchids and musk deer.
The gentle breeze comes and the green grass grows. Xu blows away and flutters into the green, half-shaded and floating.
The clouds fly over the Qiongyao Garden, and the turtles rest among the orchids. The jade basket cannot be opened, but there is a slight breeze through the skylight.
Poplar flowers fill the road, and there is a sudden strong wind in front of the market. Suddenly the orchid leaves are shaken down, and the bamboo bushes are gathered in the air.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang. The big ones are more than a foot wide. The breeze blows among them, making them rustle and grow cold and green. Why is the raging wind coming? It seems like the mountain is about to fall.
There are clouds under the trees and scattered grass on the house. The wind was so strong last night that the trees at the head of the river were broken.
The darkness is boundless, where are the pedestrians? Beside the pool, you can see the darkness of the bamboo, and when you get out of the island, you can see the light of the sand.
It’s worth the breeze and the sound of flowing silk pipes. The sunset illuminates the beach, and kites fly in the breeze.
Quietly sit under the forest rocks and read the article on health preservation. Liehui is far away in the breeze, and the strings are chirping.
There is bright pattering on the forest tops, and the pine paths are desolate at night. The wind and rain came from the north, and all the trees roared. It didn't stop at night, and the sound disturbed the autumn river waves.
The beautiful sun reminds us of late scenery, and the fan makes early spring. The Danfeng Palace is warm and charming, and the black dragon is beautiful in Shao.
A strong wind came from the north, raging against a hundred thousand troops. The vegetation is all dead, and the road is indistinguishable.
The mountains and rivers are filled with air, and the heavens receive it as clouds. The mountain clouds are like horses and oxen, and the water clouds are like fish and turtles.
The morning is dark and the day is dim, and the dusk is heavy on the sky. The high city is about to be moved, but how can I lift my house?
The son is afraid of lying down on the bed, and the maid is afraid of closing the door. The old man's ears are sharp, and he has no place to fall in love with Qi Xin.
Ye Ai doesn’t know the snow, but her hands and feet feel chapped. The cloth quilt is as cold as iron, and the burning chaff makes it slightly warm.
Don’t you think about drinking it, the bottle will be dark and empty with dust. There is nothing we can do, Xiang Gucun froze to death! The rising sun hangs over the clear scenery, and the breeze blows on the green strips.
The pine trees make no sound, while the willow shadows sway in the air. Long-term support should lead to latent changes, support and sparseness should lead to hidden changes.
When there are trees, they are deserted, but when there are no trees, they are deserted. Slowly the clear smoke disperses, the lightness and auspiciousness are rare.
Knowing that a good harvest is waiting for you, I sing the praises of Tang Yao. The breeze ruffles the waves of water boots, and the thin sun bakes the clouds into an egg-colored sky.
With the curtain of clouds, the strong wind blew six flowers flying down. The sun sets on the west peak, surrounded by greenery and lingering snow.
The strong wind rolled back the catkins, startling the apes to climb up the jade folds. The Qinghai wind blows with flying sand hitting the face.
The wind in the Dongting makes the dangerous wall want to fold and feel like it is empty. What's the matter with traveling west and south? It will take a hundred years to decide.
The rain and snow are coming, and the strong wind is coming. Drinking wine to persuade Baiyun, singing songs to comfort the decadent years.
The breeze blows through the bamboos, and the rhyme is my bell string. I leisurely lean on the beech bed and look up to the new moon, occasionally stopping to fan myself to catch the breeze.
The grass is green and the breeze is long, and the orioles are singing and the drizzle is gentle. The gentle breeze rustles the pampas grass, and the light rain wets the lotus root.
The desert soil is moist in the spring, and the breeze is gentle in the cold spring. The handsome falcon flies across the sky, and the rain and strong wind sweep over the wild land.
When I come to Surabaya and look at the stars, the mirror surface is flat even if the breeze does not lift it.
The cold wind is bitter, the rain is misty, and there are many maple trees in Xindan, north of Shebei.
The gentle breeze brings spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away dark makeup. The spring breeze blows through the willows, and the bright red peaches bloom on the sunny day.
The heavy snow is hitting the windows and flying gravel, and the strong wind is blowing the wild waves. The beautiful four-in-one is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move the golden fragrance.
The breeze does not move and the sky is like drunkenness, moistening things silently and making a difference in spring. Last night the cool breeze was rustling again, and the leaves of fireflies were falling in front of the bed.
The strong wind pushed the clouds like mountains falling down, and the roads were covered with snow and there were few pedestrians. The cold at the head of Yingli Ridge returned to the cold, and the gentle breeze and drizzle penetrated the heart and liver. The trembling wind stirred up the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slanted into the Xili wall.
The wind is shaking the handle of the Big Dipper and it is about to break, and the sky is overflowing with rain and the waves are rising on the river. It was a windy day in Chengdu in June, and the house was moved to the ground with great force.
Black clouds and Cui Wei move in the wind, as cold as ghosts and gods blocking the void, and thunderbolts burst into fire and shoot the ground red. God has commanded the dragon to rise and fall, and the dragon's tail will not curl around the east of the sky.
It is so magnificent that the raindrops hit the axles of the carriages, the mountains destroyed the rivers and the roads were blocked, and the pines uprooted thousands of feet. It is not said that one will have a prosperous life as a man, and his greatness will clear his mind.
The sky is blue, cloudless and starry, and a strong wind suddenly blows from the southwest. If the old tree of longevity vine is not intact, there will be no room for cracks outside the door.
The old woman exclaimed that her children were crying and the roof tiles were flying into the air. The nest collapsed, Min Wu and the magpie died, and the sky was dark and there was still suspicion of ghosts and evil spirits.
There is only a melon and cow hut in the south, and I hope that all will be gone. The rotten scholar laughs at himself and is alone in his work. He is still reading under the flickering light of a lamp.
The light rain and breeze separated the painted curtains, and the golden stove and sandalwood sticks were cold and carefree. Peach blossoms are falling all over the ground in spring, and catkins are piled up in piles of snow.
Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a gentle breeze and drizzle on the river. Green coir raincoat and yellow bamboo stripe.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Return to dusk.
Return to dusk. Where is the sound of the flute?
In spring, a pole adds water to the water. Fragrant grass and geese fill the shore with green breeze.
The stone dragon lying high cannot breathe. The breeze doesn't move and the sky is like intoxication.
Green apples grow in the breeze, and golden ponds emerge from time to time. Shaking gently in the deep green forest, hunting quietly in the quiet path.
Even if the time and future are concealed, the feather will not be hurt. Once you take advantage of the strictness, you will be known as clear frost for thousands of miles.
Go north and destroy Denglin, go east and defeat Fusang. Sweep away the hanging clouds and clarify the selfless light.
Returning leisurely to the silence of the sky, Yanhai is open for navigation. The gentle breeze floats in the air, relaxing and relaxing in the morning.
Wherever Xixi comes, Xixi and Chun are in love. The gentle breeze stirs in the courtyard, and the rhyme of tall pine trees arises by itself.
When listening, there will be no confusion, and you will feel refreshed throughout the day. The maple has a gentle demeanor, and the indifference and light mist are born.
Like gods speaking to the sky, like music playing in the cave. Enjoy the valley breeze, maintain wind and rain.
Wei Yu and her daughter will be afraid. The general will be happy, but the woman will abandon you.
Acquire the valley wind, maintain the wind and decline. Keep fear in mind.
The general will be happy, and he will abandon it as if it were left behind. The wind blows in the valley, and the mountain is Cuiwei.
No grass will die, no wood will wither. Forget about my great virtues and think about my small grievances.
The breeze is so charming. 2. Poems describing strong wind
4) The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cock crows endlessly. ——"Poetry? Zheng Feng? Wind and Rain"
5) The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river pouring down. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Working in the Storm"
6) But strong winds and haste are no guarantee. ——Song Dynasty Ye Mengde's "Water Dragon Song"
7) I blame the strong wind for blowing. ——Wu Weiye, Qing Dynasty, "Yuanyuanqu"
8) The remaining red color is driven away by the strong wind. ——Zhang Gongxiang, Song Dynasty, "Gong Ci"
9) Don't blame the strong wind, blame Ma Rong. ——Anonymous Song Dynasty "Picking Mulberries"
10) Don't hate the strong wind to pick up the flowers. ——Li Misun, Song Dynasty, "Five Occasional Poems in the Study in Spring"
11) There is nowhere to hide in the heavy rain and strong wind. ——Song Dynasty Shi Wenli's "Fifty-Three Ode to the Ancients"
12) Several dynasties have risen and fallen, and the wind has passed by. ——Shi Yanshou, Song Dynasty, "Mountain Residence Poems"
13) A dead leaf fell in the strong wind. ——Lu Zhaolin, Tang Dynasty, "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Difficult to Travel"
14) The rabbit horns are leaning against the strong wind. ——Shi Yinsu, Song Dynasty, "Song of Praise for the Way, Song of the Way"
15) The strong wind on the house has begun to calm down. ——Lu Shengji, Song Dynasty, "Visiting the Golden Gate"
16) There is a strong wind on the road for no reason. ——Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty, "Lang Tao Sha"
17) Relying on the strong wind at night.
——Du Mu, "Rose Flower" of the Tang Dynasty 3. Windy Poems
1. The storm is about to come, and the wind fills the building.
2. The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad and kill people.
3. The winds and waves are strong for days, so we can’t waste people transporting wine boats.
4. There will be times when the winds and waves break, so we can hang our sails directly across the sea.
5. The spring breeze is proud of us. Horseshoes are so bad that I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day
6. The fine grass is gentle on the shore, and the boat is alone at night.
7. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight. .
8. The autumn wind is bleak, and the waves are rising.
9. The strong wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the sea is returning home.
10. Everyone sings together <<Great Wind Song>>, congratulations will come from all over soon.
11. The wind and rain in Zhongshan are turning yellow, and millions of troops are crossing the river.
12. The strong wind blows my heart , Hanging Xianyang tree in the west.
13. Hateful and sad, stormy prison.
14. A journey of three thousand wind and rain, throwing away all the flesh and blood and homeland.
15. The north wind blows the ground and the grass is broken, and the sky is full of snow in August.
16. The south wind does not use palm trees, and the gauze hats sleep leisurely in front of the water gulls.
17. The breeze and the bright moon are unattended, and it is always cool when coming from the south.
18. The sparrows are frightened when the moon leaves the branches, and the cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
19. The pine wind blows the rain on the house , muttering to himself in the broken paper window.
20. The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and the cloth cannot cover the body.
21. The good wind frequently takes advantage of its strength and sends me to the blue clouds. < /p>
22. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
23. Sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
24 .The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the three-fold spear on my house.
25. Ande has tens of millions of mansions, which can shelter all the poor people in the world and make them happy, and they are as safe as a mountain without being affected by wind or rain.
26. Zigui is still crying for blood in the middle of the night. If you don’t believe that the east wind can’t change it.
27. The clouds think of clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is strong.
28. The waves in the river are in the sky. Swelling, blocking the wind and clouds and grounding the clouds.
29. The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
30. The frightened wind spreads the hibiscus water in disorder, and the dense rain slants into the Xili Wall.
31. Wind and rain send spring back, and flying snow welcomes spring.
32. The wind is strong, the sky is high, the apes are screaming in mourning, and the white birds are flying back from the clear sand in the lake.
33. The wind blows the willow flowers and fills the shop with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste.
34. The strong wind blows the bow, and the general hunts the city of Weicheng.
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36. It is easy to recognize the face of the east wind, and it is always spring.
37. The sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu .
38. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
39. The wind makes the clouds dim, and the desert turns dark in autumn.
40. The north wind blows white clouds, and they cross the river and Fen for thousands of miles.
41. The wind blows for thousands of miles. Send autumn wild geese, for which you can enjoy the high building.
42. The ancient view revisits the autumn colors, the cold west wind blows the hat
43. The south wind in April turns the barley yellow, and the jujube flowers have not yet bloomed. The leaves of the fallen tung trees grow long
44. The moon shines on the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and desolate trees are filled with wind.
45. Severe frost invaded the trees, and the cold wind blew through the exterior.
46. The sound changes and suddenly drifts, the long wind blows the rain in the forest and the tiles fall down
47. The world understands listening but does not understand appreciation, and comes and goes in the long wind.
48. I am a madman from Chu who sings and laughs at Confucius
49. I don’t know the spring breeze, why should I enter the curtain?
50. The wind and rain sound at night, and the flowers fall How much do you know 4. 25 poems describing the wind
Poems about "wind"
1. The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall.
2. The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
3. I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
5. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, spring is always spring.
6. The oriole crows thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind.
7. The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City.
8. The wind blows the willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste it.
9. The spring breeze makes horses hoofy, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
10. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
11. Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
12. You see a boat floating in and out of the storm.
13. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
14. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons.
15. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night.
16. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
17. Green bamboo hat and green coir raincoat. There is no need to return to the slanting wind and drizzle.
18. The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
19. The apricot blossom rain makes your clothes wet, and the willow wind blows on your face without chilling it.
20. The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
In spring, the jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down. I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The spring in summer is silent and cherishes the trickle. The water is clear and soft under the shade of the trees. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it.
In autumn, the stone path on Hanshan Mountain is sloping in the distance. There are people living in the white clouds. I park my car and sit in the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are as red as the February flowers.
In winter, the north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August. Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. 5. Write four ancient poems about the wind
Poems describing summer:
A. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. "Walking off to Lin Zifang after leaving Jingci Temple at dawn"
B. The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a dragonfly has already stood on it. "Little Pond" by Yang Wanli
C. The black clouds rolled over the mountains without covering the mountains, and the white raindrops jumped into the boat. The ground wind comes and blows away suddenly, and the water below the lake tower is like the sky. "Drunken Book at Wanghu Tower on June 27th"
Verses describing autumn:
A. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are as red as the February flowers. Du Mu's "Mountain Travel"
B. The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost, and the river maples, fishing fires, and melancholy sleep. Zhang Ji's "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"
c, Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping,
There is a family deep in the white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest at night ,
Frost leaves are as red as February flowers.
Poems describing winter:
A. Suddenly, as if a spring breeze came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed.
B. I am alone in a boat, fishing in the snow in the cold river. Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" C. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.
A satisfactory answer. 6. All poems about wind
The high autumn wind in August howled (háo) and rolled up the three layers of thatch (chóng) on ??my house.
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The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face (wéi) thieves.
He carried the grass into the bamboos openly, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.
The wind in a few acres (qǐng) makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn.
The quilt (qīn) ??has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.
The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped.
Since I have been mourning (sāng) for a long time, I have had little sleep and how can I get wet all night long?