Poems about flying kites

First, the Song Dynasty: The Tombs' Paper Kite'

Whoever makes a light kite looks strong from a distance, as if there are not many birds.

Just take a thread and float with the wind, and a fool will look on his back.

You may not be able to do it, but I can be safe all day.

It is difficult to shake the sky, but it is difficult to kill Peng with a smile.

Second, in the Song Dynasty, Guo Yin "spent the New Year in the capital with his uncle Qian".

The green gate crown is approaching the Spring Festival, and things are in a state of human transformation.

It's warm during the day, the ditch has just started to freeze, and there is no dust on the snow sweeping road.

The smoke is dark green with gold bars, the air is fine and the scales are floating.

Only that kite is as good as a knight, and I can't help swimming in the Tian Xiang.

Third, the Song Dynasty: Han Yuanji' Paper Kite'

The exhaust is sure to be noisy, and the power comes from a small line.

The sky is like an ear, but it scares the sun and clouds.

Fourth, the Song Dynasty: Shi Jujian' Kite'

The longitudinal wheel does not roll too low, but it is safe to know that the snipe flies back from a high place.

The faint wisp can't help but pull down the switch, the kite will break and the cloud will return.

V. Song Dynasty: Kou Zhun's "The Paper Kite"

The sky collapses in autumn in Fang Jing, and the flying power is still weak.

Like the breeze of trust, Bai Yunfei will eventually * * *.

Sixth, Song Dynasty: Gu Feng's "Paper Kite"

Just by the wind, I don't know.

Turn the corner and take the risk.

Flap your wings outside the clouds and make a trace in the air.

What do you want to find after every sadness is blown away?

Seven, Yuan Dynasty: Hu Kui's "Paper Kite"

Just looking at the sky, there are natural opportunities in it.

Don't wait for the wind to rise, and the palace merchants should not be worse than before.

Eight, Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhen's' West Lake Spring Village Tour'.

Hao family swims in a boat and flies kites lightly in the wind.

High-five silk wheels, fight up and down, and look back at the sky for a while.

Nine, the Yuan Dynasty:' Jue Yuan boat miscellaneous chant'.

The kite sticks to the clear sky and the flywheel runs.

The east wind hides wildly and turns proudly.

When you climb the cloud, politics is happy, and when you fall to the ground, you suddenly have resentment.

Children don't know this, and eventually they will fall in love with each other.