Poetic style
1. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows with strong horns and bows ring, and the general hunts for Weicheng. (Wang Wei: "Watching the Hunt")
3. The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. (Lu Lun: "Song under the Sai")
4. Wildfires never burn out, but spring breezes blow them again. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Fu De Gu Yuancao")
5. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow")
6. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
7. The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look forward to the Five Jin Dynasties. (Wang Bo: "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou")
8. I want to take advantage of the wind to return home, but I am afraid of beautiful buildings and beautiful houses. (Su Shi: "Shui Tiao Ge Tou? 6? 1 When will the bright moon come")
9. It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
10. The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. ("Chile Song") Rain in the Poetry
1. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn))
2. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. (Wang Wei: "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn")
3. Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. (Du Fu: "Joyful Rain on a Spring Night")
4. There is no rain on the mountain road, and people's clothes are wet with green sky (Wang Wei: "In the Mountain")
5. Green bamboo hat, green coir raincoat, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. (Zhang Zhihe: (Yugezi))
6. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. (Lu You: "It was stormy on November 4th))
7. It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying. (Du Mu: (Qingming Festival))
8. It’s cold and rainy night in Wu, and I see off my guest Chu Shangu at dawn. (Wang Changling: (Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower))
9 ．Weicheng is covered with light dust in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. (Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy to Anxi")
10. The water is shining brightly, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain. (Su Shi: "Drinking the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake")
Thunder
Miscellaneous Poems by Gong Zizhen
It is sad that the anger of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silent.
I urge God to cheer up and send talents of all kinds to you.
Recalling Wu Chushi Jia Dao on the River
After the Min Kingdom sailed, the toad recovered.
The autumn wind blows across the Wei River, and the fallen leaves are all over Chang'an.
It was the night of the party, and it was thundering and cold.
Lan Yushu had not returned, and the news was in the sea.
After the rain, I wrote to Wang Anshi
The sweetness of the world washes away the world, and the east suburb of Nanmu comforts my face.
The earth hopes that the merits of the year will be returned to the world, and God will do business with the world.
The sky is clear, the wind and thunder are calm, and it is cool to sleep in the pillow under the window.
Who knows how to advance and retreat before the rain falls?
Ancient meaning. A gift to today's Bao Linghui
There are no different clothes in the cold country, and the felt is brown for Wen Lian.
The sun and the moon look forward to your return, and there is no relief every year.
Jing Yangchun. Early peace, the deepest hope is like frost.
The concubine in the north is known, but the king in the south is missing.
Whoever works hard for the road, I send you my love.
The shape is forced to express the fried silk, and the face is blown away by the wind.
The beauty is gone, but the remaining heart remains unchanged.
The young man. The master's name is Huai Su, and his cursive writing is known as the only one in the world. The fish flies out of the ink pool, and the sharp strokes of the pen kill all the Zhongshan rabbits. In August and September, the weather is cold, and the hall is full of drunkards and poets.
< p>There are several carriages of linen and silk, and the inkstones of Xuanzhou are shining brightly. After I got drunk, my teacher leaned on the rope bed.Thousands of them were swept away in a flash of wind and rain, and the falling flowers and snow were endless.
He stood up and kept moving towards the wall, a line of numbers as big as a bucket, as if hearing a ghost,
I saw dragons and snakes running away from time to time, like lightning. Fighting against the Chu and Han Dynasties.
Every family in the seven counties of Hunan has written books about Wang Yishao and Zhang Boying.
Zhang Dian died in ancient times. Not enough, I don’t learn from the ancients.
In ancient times, everything was born, so why do we need Gongsun to dance wildly?
Ban Ma. The frost is clearing, and the dusk in Yancheng is cool.
The stirrup is green and the two dragons are long.
The horns are as sharp as words, and the cold stars are moving.
< p>Taking pity on the soldiers, I defended the Qiang on a snowy night.Nian Nujiao Zheng Xie
Zhou Lang was young, his majesty had faded, and he was an outstanding figure in Jiangdong. One hundred thousand troops flew with a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach.
The clouds collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.
In March in Xianyang, the flames are not as bright as this.
Thinking of him with his strong bamboos and mourning silk, looking back at the music, talking and resting in the barracks.
Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye.
The relationship between Wu and Shu is sparse, the war is raging, and the old charm has become a treacherous one.
To this day, Qin Huai still feels resentment and swallows it every night.
Water in Poetry
1. The so-called beauty is on the water side. ("The Book of Songs? 6? 1 Jian Jia")
2. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall. (Cao Cao: "Viewing the Sea")
3. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. (King Luo Bin: "Ode to the Goose")
4. The Tianmen interrupts the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flows eastwards to this point. (Li Bai: "Looking at Tianmen Mountain"))
5. The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way, and the willows and flowers are dark and the flowers are bright in another village. (Lu You: "Visiting Shanxi Village")
6. The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun's love for me. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun")
7. The willows are green and the river is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River. (Liu Yuxi: "Bamboo Branch Ci")
8. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. (Bai Juyi: "Remembering Jiangnan")
9. The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, which is clear and soft. (Yang Wanli: "Little Pond")
10. There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which are prophets of the warmth of the spring river. (Su Shi: "Inscribed on Huichong {Evening Scene on the Spring River)") Fire in the poem: Du Lei on a cold night
On a cold night, guests come for tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling and the fire is just beginning to turn red.
The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the difference is that there are plum blossoms.
quatrains Wu Jiaji
The low-thatched house of the white-headed stove household,
Next to the hot fire of frying salt in June.
In the hot sun before walking out,
A moment of leisure is to enjoy the cool air.
Li He
The little eagle has its wings clipped at an angle, and its roots are decorated with jade flowers.
In autumn, the hanging makeup is made of millet, and the arrows are nailed to the asparagus.
The baboons are singing in the deep bamboo and the old wet sand is singing.
The palace officials burned wax fire, and the flying embers polluted the lead.
Shenxian Li He
The witch poured wine into the sky, and the charcoal fire in the jade furnace was fragrant.
The ghosts of Poseidon Mountain came to the throne, and paper money rustled in the whirlwind.
The acacia wood is covered with golden luan, and the moths are chewed and flicked again and again.
Calling on the stars and ghosts on cups and plates, when the mountain ghosts are eating, the people are in the cold.
In the southern part of the country, the sun is low and the scenery is low, and the beauty is endless.
The god is so angry that the master is happy to see his face change, and he sends thousands of horses back to the green mountains.