The poem about burning forest is 1. What are the poems about fire prevention?
I'm glad you can pay attention to forest fire prevention. I am a teacher engaged in forest fire prevention. I have been working on the fire front for 25 years. I wrote some poems about forest fire prevention. It can be used with a little modification, and you can continue to contact me if necessary.
The key to forest fire prevention is to strictly control the fire source.
Forest fire prevention for a thousand years, ecological security for a thousand years.
Building beautiful mountains and rivers, forest protection and fire prevention first.
* * * Enjoy the beautiful scenery of the forest and beware of forest fires.
Protect trees, don't smoke, civilization is around you.
Take care of the forest and prevent fire.
Fire prevention depends on you, me and everyone, and everyone is responsible;
Put out the fire, fight early and fight small, and everything is fine.
Forest resources are the wealth of the whole society.
Forest fire prevention is the responsibility of the whole society.
In the green sea, remember to prevent fire.
2. What are the poems about "fire"?
1, Bai Juyi's grass: Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze.
2. Zhang Ji's a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
3. Yuan Jie's "Bandits Retreat to Tax Officials": "People who are forced to pay taxes by you are like creatures frying on fire." .
4. Let's talk about the flute played by Dong, only to hear the cold fire in the ancient bunker and the new snow in the wilderness. "。
5. 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.
6. In front of a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I wrote this poem by Han Yu on the gatehouse: This one, in the south ruled by fire, is on an equal footing with him.
7. Gao Shi's "Creep in Yan Ge": Until their captain in the sand sea rang the command of feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
8. An ancient battle song by Li Qi: Going up the mountain in bright daytime, we scan the sky for the torch of war, and in yellow dusk, we feed our horses in the border river.
9. Wang Wei's "Song of Luoyang Girls": When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn just blew, and nine small flying flowers.
10, Du Fu's Hope for Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
1 1, Meng Haoran's "At the Banquet of Mei Daochang's House": How flaming his golden crucible is, and the peach trees are in bud! .
12, Wang Jimen Zuyong: The bonfire invades the barbarian moonlight, and the mountain clouds are like the chairman carrying the Great Wall from the sea.
13, my cabin in Wangchuan Wang Wei: It rained in the Woods, and slowly came to smoke, steamed quinoa and boiled millet.
14, Sui Palace, Li Shangyin: Fireflies have gone, leaving the wind and grass, but they are still in the weeping willows, and crows roost at dusk.
15, Bai Juyi gave a suggestion to his friend Liu: there is a ray of green in the old bottle and a touch of red in the static furnace.
3. There are 10 poems about fire.
The grass is white and easy to live in: wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high-a night-mooring near maple bridge Zhang Ji: On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps with fishing fire; After the robbers retreated, they said to the tax collectors: You people who force to pay taxes are like animals frying on the fire; Suddenly I heard Dong playing the flute. The ancient village was cold and the wilderness was snowing heavily. Han Yuyan: The monk said that the ancient wall Buddha was well painted, and it was rare to see fire. Han God bestowed divine power and granted it equal rights. Han Yu: Song of the Stone Drum: It is troublesome to be washed by rain, baked by the sun, burned by wildfire and guarded by ghosts and gods. 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 in 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.
4. Poems about Seven Flowers Herbs
1. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass?
2. The flowers are more and more attractive, and the shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
3. The grass is green and the water is near, and the head is white.
4. Toad is glowing, cold soaking exotic flowers and Yao grass.
Grass in poetry;
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.
The new grass, visible from a distance, disappears when it is near.
Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.
Remember the blue silk dress and pity the grass everywhere.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches, and the grass in the sea is growing.
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.
The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers.
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settlement flowers.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can make Bai Juyi have no horseshoe.
The endless grassland on the plain,
As each season comes and goes.
Wildfire never devours them,
They have grown taller in the spring breeze.
Sweet, they are on the ancient highway,
Reach the crumbling gate.
Oh, my friend's prince, you left again,
I heard them sigh behind you. 1. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
3. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
4. But how much affection does it have for an inch of grass to get three spring rays? (Meng Jiao: "Wanderer")
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
6. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
7. The road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
8. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree. (Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)
9. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi: Spring Tour in Qiantang) 1. Beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. Tao Yuanming, return to the garden.
2. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Du Fu in Hope in Spring
3, flowers are getting lost, shallow grass can have no horseshoe. Bai Juyi, Qiantang spring outing
4, the road is narrow and the vegetation is long, and the evening dew is stained with clothes. Tao Yuanming, return to the garden.
There are many trees and many herbs. Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao.
7. The eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass. Xin Qiji's residence in Qingpingle Village
8, the sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind and grass are low to see cattle and sheep. (Song of Chile)
9. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
10 but an inch of grass has a few feelings and is rewarded with three spring rays. (Meng Jiao's Wandering Sons)
1 1, the forest is dark and the wind blows, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)
12, solitary grass is born by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. (Wei "In Xixi Chuzhou")
13, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. (Han Yu's "Giving Eighteen Members to Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring")
14, the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji home.
5. Poems about forests
There are few poems describing forests in ancient times, and they are usually mountain scenery. There are many articles describing forests.
Mao Zedong: The qilv "Lushan Mountain" flies from a mountain to the edge of a big river, and leaps onto the lush 400 whirls. Xiangyang looks at the world coldly, and it is hot and windy. A floating yellow crane is sent in the ninth heaven, and white smoke rises under the waves. Ling Tao doesn't know where to go. Can you farm in Taohuayuan?
In Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village, we watched the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of distant mountains.
Lu You's Tour of Shanxi Village is a village without doubt.
How "Song Liu" jasper decorated trees, thousands of strands of moss tapestries hanging down.
Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" is bleak in the autumn wind, and Hongbo surges.
Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" is full of trees and grass.
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6. Poetry about fire
On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Wu Jiaji's bald stove is a low straw house, next to the salt fire in June.
It is a cool moment to go out on a hot day. Li He sheared the wings, the eagle tilted, and the brocade root jade swirled.
Autumn hangs makeup millet, and arrows nail asparagus. Baboons cry deep bamboo. ? Old wet sand.
Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China. God string witch Li He, pour wine all over the sky, jade furnace charcoal fire incense.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind. Acacia wood gilding and love dancing, moths to the fire.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling. In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan.