The poems with the theme of wind include:
1. "Untitled" - Li Shangyin
It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they are dead, and wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.
When you look into the mirror at dawn, you are worried about the clouds on your temples. When you sing at night, you should feel the cold moonlight.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
2. "Poppy · When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come" - Li Yu
When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
3. "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" - Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and Hutian blows snow in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
4. "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" - Du Fu
The high autumn wind howled in August and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house.
Mao flies across the river and scatters on the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the sinking pond.
The group of children in Nancun bullied me into thinking that I was old and weak, and that I could not bear to face a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo.
My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. I leaned on my staff and sighed when I returned.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn.
The quilt 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 nowhere to dry, and the rain has not stopped.
Since my menstrual flow is disordered and I have little sleep, why do I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as safe as a mountain even if the wind and rain do not move!
Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
5. "The Rain and the Bells·The Chilling Cicadas are Sorrowful" - Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are pitiful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent has no thoughts, and in the place of nostalgia, the orchid boat urges it to go.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqing Festival!
Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?
6. "Traveling is Difficult Part 1" - Li Bai
Ten thousand dollars worth of wine in gold bottles, and ten thousand dollars worth of treasures on jade plates.
I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.
I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.
Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?
There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.
7. "Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" - Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
8. "Spring Day" - Zhu Xi
The beautiful day brings beauty to the shores of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery is new for a while.
Easy to recognize the east wind, colorful colors are always spring.
9. "Yuan Day" - Wang Anshi
The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Thousands of households always exchange old talismans for new peaches.
10. "Mooring the Boat on Guazhou" - Wang Anshi
Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
11. "Farewell to the Ancient Grass in Fude" - Bai Juyi
The grass grows in the original grass, and the grass dries up every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
Sent Wang and Sun off again, full of love.
12. "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountains" - Nalan Xingde
One journey to the mountains, one journey to the water, and walk towards the bank of Yuguan.
Thousands of tent lights at night.
When the wind comes and the snow comes, the dreams of the hometown are shattered.
There is no such sound in my hometown.