Ancient poems about fire 1. Poetry describing 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.
2. The poem about fire is 10.
Zhang Hu: At a banquet at Taoist Mei's house: Shigu Song.
Tears streamed down his face. He brought me a lamp and showed it to me. I called them wonderful. No one dealt with them devoutly. God gave him divine power and granted him a companion: "An ancient battle song". The new autumn shines on the cow and girl, but the crows are still weeping at dusk. Luo Luo is boiling, loving fire and snow, and the river is curling up.
Full of white salt and cold feet, nine little flying flowers: on a bright day, we went up the mountain and scanned the sky for the torch of war. Han Yu.
A long snake with a fishy smell. Li Shangyin, the ghost guardian is annoyed [because] Oh, Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping.
Meng Haoran: Cold night: Sui Palace, gradually happy, spring breeze night berthing beside the Maple Bridge is high, shocking and thunderous: I will stay in Wangchuan after the rain clears. Guan Bo's official worry: On the evening of ebb tide, Jiang Feng's fishing fire tied him to sleep in the slanting moon by the river. After the bandit retreated, he said to the tax collector: there is a ray of green in an old bottle, and two or three fires are Guazhou.
Du fu. Zuyong.
Whoever moves far away will put it out. It's a handful of ashes, and a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
But knowing the source of happiness, the light is beautiful. * * * Worried about tomorrow's auction: night parking near Fengqiao.
Catkin piled up on a silver plate. The hunting fire of Tatar Chief Wang Wei flashed, collapsed and frozen along the Wolf Mountain.
The sacred objects soared. Ning Er wants to slander, and the beast charcoal knocks at the beginning.
Fire is La Tian Chun's grass, and Bai Juyi growled at the tiger. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman of the Great Wall: Xing: Draw a Buddha on the old wall, the monk said, and then bid farewell: A suggestion to my friend Liu: Hope for spring: torch invades the moonlight of barbarians, who will be afraid of blocking the environment: this one, in the south ruled by fire, the signs of evil are common, and in the yellow dusk we water our horses at the border: fireflies have now disappeared. Who will take drought as an example when they have left the wind, frost and grass? A song by a girl in Luoyang is so full of ruby fever that it is threatened. The wind blows with flames, and the wilderness is covered with newly flying snow: wildfires never completely engulf them: the forest stores rainwater, the smoke comes slowly, and the peach trees are in bud! Like a creature frying on a fire, there is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
Bai Juyi likes to play with fire and snow all his life: the cold fire in the old battlefield is now gray on the old fortress, and he doesn't know the essence of the Lord very much and has nowhere to go. Bai Juyi: Frosty night: washed by rain, scorched by the sun, and burned by wildfire: until their captain in the sand sea gave the order with feathers.
Invisible customs burn Kunlun. This evening is impressive.
So the shepherds beat drums for fire, and the cows polished their horns on the drums. The snow in jathyapple was cloudy, but there was no stone or soil. Old customs burn dragons, deeper.
Goose feathers are falling: the wind at dawn just stirred when his nine soft lights went out, and I don't know when I was drunk. Li Qi: After three months of war.
Sweating in Jiangting: What kind of flame is his gold crucible: At Nanjing Ferry. Han Yu.
Zhang Ji. Wang Wei, steamed quinoa and boiled millet, Fu Dong.
Du Fu's Chu Mountain experienced the moon fire, and its roots are eternal: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain and wrote this poem on the gatehouse. Why don't you have some? Gao Shi: Wang Jimen.
Let's talk about Dong playing the flute. "。 Han Yu's rock and roll.
3. Poems about fire
The Flame Mountain is hotter in June, and the Red Crossing is afraid of pedestrians. Cen Can
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. Richie
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. -Yu Qian
Warm embrace the stove fire, idle scratch white hair. -Bai Juyi
The ashes of the fire have died and the leaves have been sparse for ten days. -Bai Juyi
A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery. -Du Fu
At first glance, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly brighter. -Du Mu
Back in the middle of the fire, the troops began to pursue. Chen Ziang
4. Poems about fire
Xin Qiji-Jade Case
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense.
Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.
Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
A suggestion for my friend Liu.
Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Wildfire never completely burned them, but they stood up again in the spring breeze-Bai Juyi bid farewell to the ancient plains with grass.
July is full of fire, September is full of clothes-The Book of Songs.
There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others. The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her. -Zhuzhici Liu Yuxi
After a cold meal, I woke up but asked for advice. Don't miss your old friend and country, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Dongpo's "Looking at Jiangnan"
5. Ancient poems and famous sentences describing fire
1. Six songs (Li Bai)
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country. Mountain soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, and flax should be drunk in the south. It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another. Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep. Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again? Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge. Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky. The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears. When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao. White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream. This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town. In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late. Destroy the leaves of plane trees and the branches of Xiao Sa begonia. I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears. Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family. The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha. The moon is shadowed by the bow, and the frost blows the sword flowers. Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up. The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring. Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li. The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom. With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.
2. From Jibeimen Bank (Li Bai)
Lu array Great Northern Wilderness, Hu Jingmang. Feather books are fast and shocking, and bonfires are bright even during the day. Tiger and bamboo first aid the border, and Rong Chesen did it. The wise master was restless, and the flying sword pushed the hub out of the fierce general according to the heart, and even the flag boarded the battlefield. The soldiers rushed out of the curtain and killed into the sky. Lie down at the foot of Hongshan, and camp next to Zisai. In winter, the wind and sand are tight and the flag is withered. Draw a corner to mourn the sea and the moon, and ask about the frost in the clothes. Cut Loulan with a sword, and shoot the wise king with a bow. If you devote yourself wholeheartedly, you will degenerate and die. Report the merits to the son of heaven and return the Song to Xianyang.
3. Going north (Li Bai)
What's the point of going north? It's too far north. The road is steep and steep, and the rocks are towering into the sky. Horseshoe tripped over the side stone, and the wheel destroyed Gorkon. The dust is connected to Youzhou, and the bonfire is connected to the north. Killing poison halberd, severe wind cracks clothes. The Yellow River runs whales and Luoyang digs teeth. Go forward, never return to heaven, and return to your hometown. In the miserable ice and snow, the sad cry is definitely in the intestines. The ruler cloth does not cover the bunker, and the skin is dry. Pumping water and valleys, sitting for a long time and collecting wages. The tiger lost its tail again and ground its teeth in the autumn frost. Vegetation is inedible, and hunger drinks zero dew pulp. Sigh that the north is suffering, stop and hurt it. When will Wang Daoping see the light of day again?
6. Write a poem about fire
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were tall again in the spring breeze.
2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.
4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.
7. The firefly is gradually turning off the fire, and the weft is trying to urge the machine. When I think of brocade, I hold a pedestrian suit.
fire
dance
There is no music as a seed.
You can sprout in the wind.
Like a grand festival, it is fixed.
Only raised arms
Write the name of a country.
Fire means brilliant and energetic movement.
A symbol of life, revised again and again.
The moment I came out of loneliness.
Then the shining heart was reborn. Bang!
The cold end is dotted with stars.
But in the agitation, the radiation surged and the thunder rumbled.
Fire means that brave people erupt in pain.
Swing in the howling north wind.
Leaving only a small pile of ashes.
What is given to the newcomers is the enlightenment of faith.
Open your eyes and see! Brought the light he refined with a kind of destruction
7. What are the poems with fire?
The night is dark and the river is bright —— Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night.
When the sun rises, the river blooms better than the fire, and when the spring comes, the river is blue —— Bai Juyi remembers Jiangnan (Jiangnan is good)
After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold-Du Fu's longing for spring.
New green in old bottles, red in a quiet stove —— A suggestion from Bai Juyi to his friend Liu.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they were tall again in the spring breeze-Bai Juyi.
Farewell to the ancient plain grass.
July is full of fire, September is full of clothes-The Book of Songs.
There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others. The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her. -Zhuzhici Liu Yuxi
Looking back suddenly, people are there, and the lights are dim-Xin Qiji's sapphire case Yuan.
After a cold meal, I woke up but asked for advice. Don't miss your old friend and country, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time. -Su Dongpo's "Looking at Jiangnan"
8. Poems with "fire"
In Wang Anshi's "The Fisherman's Pride", "The lights have been turned off in the first half of the first month, and the flowers in Shannan are chaotic";
At sunrise, the river is red as fire, and in spring, the river is green as blue.
"There is a new fire in the sky, try on new clothes on the ground."
Go to Shiliyan, and the lights will return under the moon. "
"Take a break on the road. If the court is on fire, the road will be more eloquent."
"There are many sorrows in the past, and people are bright across the stream."
"Sunset at dusk in Changsha, cold smoke hunting the Central Plains fire",
"Cold food and wind and frost are the cutest, and pear blossoms and fishing fires are new at the moment.
In Zhang Ji's poem "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge", "Frosty Night and Jiang Feng Sleeping";
In Du Fu's poem "Spring Hope", "After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold";
In Bai Juyi's grass poems, "Wildfire didn't completely burn them down, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze."
In the Jade Case, "When I suddenly looked back, the man was already in the dim light."
9. The poem about fire is 10.
Cao Bai Juyi: wildfire never quite consumes them, another village with dark flowers and bright flowers, the spring breeze berths at Fengqiao at night: the river breeze on a cold night, the fishing fire worries about sleeping, the Yuan Festival: the bandit tax refund official: the person who forced the payment is like a fire frying, and the Li Festival: "Listen to Dong's flute: the ancient guard against the cold, the wild heavy snow. Han Yuyan: The monk said that the ancient wall Buddha is well painted, and it is 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.