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 blows the general to hunt Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
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: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. sneak into the night with the wind and 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. I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "Water tune song? When did the moon begin to appear? )
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 wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. (Song of Chile)
The wind is blowing, sweeping the dark clouds in the sky.
Yang Liuan, the wind is going to stop.
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.
The wind is so fast, the sky is so wide, and the apes wail and cry.
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Outside Yumenguan, the spring breeze does not blow.
The wind is raining and it is very cold.
1, Yunfei is windy. -Han Liubang's Song of the Big Wind 2. Where did you wake up tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. -Song Liu Yong's Yulin Order 3. I want apricot flowers to get wet in the rain and my face is not cold. -Song Zhinan's quatrains 4. Apes whimper in the high wind in the wide sky —— Tang Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain 5. See cattle and sheep when the wind blows-the northern folk song "Chile Song" 6. Why should the flute blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough. -Tang Wang's "Liangzhou Ci" Zhihuan
The wind rises in the clouds, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown at home. Andrew, soldiers are always looking!
It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. 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 morning breeze is the morning breeze, and the forests in the north are gloomy. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin. How come? How come? Forget me a lot!
Xi Feng, He Yu. Give women fear.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south.
Look up and down. Use Dewey. Instead of horses. Suddenly I went to the north. The wind will prevail forever. Think about the other side I hope to follow that bird. Fly south.
First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs. The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes.
When I first heard Zhuo Cave raging, I heard Ma Ben. The paper futon sits in the clear night, as if it were in Ruoye Village.
Clear light and smoke. Ramulus Cinnamomi flows askew, and apple leaves flutter in the breeze.
In autumn, the wine is also open.
When the wind rolls over the water, the trees are destroyed and people die.
At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.
Yangchun has grown up. Plants and grass grow with strong winds. How can you be careless?
The breeze blows the blue sea, gives birth to Longlin, and takes a crane and gets half drunk to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
Breeze grass, big leaves are long and round The dew and dew are together, and the sunset reflects the flowers deeply.
Lonely and silent, windy and wild. Revlon is teetering, and the leaves in the forest curl silently.
The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt. Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow.
I boarded the gate and looked around the world. The gale rises from the north, howling and shaking the danger.