Gao Yihe 1 Poems about the wind. 1
The first day-Tang Meng's spring dawn, this spring morning, I woke up carefree, surrounded by birds singing.
But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken! Wind —— Sanqiu, a deciduous tree in Tangliqiao, can blossom in February. 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.
Song Fan Zhongyan, a fisherman on the river, comes and goes on the river, but loves the beauty of perch. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Recalling Jiangnan-Tang Bai Juyi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Chilechuan, a folk song of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, is under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. Village-green grass grows in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. On June 27, I was drunk in Wanghulou-Song Sushi's dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain, and the white rain jumped off the boat.
Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. The second-level quatrain-Tang Du Fu's sunset is late, and the spring breeze is fragrant.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Liu Yong, a Jasper in He Zhong of Tang Dynasty, dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silks.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. No matter the flat land or the top of the mountain, Luo Yin is full of infinite scenery.
After picking flowers into honey, who will work hard for whom and who will be sweet? Don't be big-Tang Gao is suitable for Huang Yun thousands of miles, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you. Looking for flowers by the river alone-in front of the Yellow Tower of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, the spring breeze is lazy and sleepy.
Peach blossoms have no owner, and lovely deep red loves light red. Farewell to the ancient grass —— The vast grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons by Don Bai Juyi.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
Ah, my friend's prince, you left again. I heard them sigh after your third grade-Don, the forest is black, the wind hits the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
I saw it in the book of boat nights-I saw the fishing lamp in the dark in the Qing Dynasty, and I was alone with a little firefly. Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
Long Songs-Sunflowers in the Qing Qing Han Yuefu Garden, waiting for the morning sun. Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. When a hundred rivers enter the sea from the east, the wind will return to the west.
Jiang Nanchun-Tang Dumu thousands of miles of green water reflect the heart of the river, and the water town mountain fruit wine is the flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Wangdongting-Liu Tang Yuxi Lake is full of light and autumn, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. The landscape of Wangdongting is green, and there is a green snail in the silver plate.
Beginning of spring's occasional success —— Zhang Shili's law in the Song Dynasty belongs to young frost, and spring is known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
In the fourth grade, the owner of Furong Mountain stayed in the snow-Changqing in Liu Tang was far away from Cangshan at dusk, with cold weather and poor houses. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Waves and Sand —— Yellow River Sand in Wan Li In Nine Songs of Yuxi, Liu Tang, waves and winds swept across the horizon. Since you are from the sky, and now you seem to fly directly to the Milky Way, please take me to the sky, gather in the Milky Way, and go to the home of Cowherd and Weaver Girl together.
Fisherman's Song-Egrets flying in front of Mount Zhang Xisai in Tang Dynasty, peach blossoms flowing with water and mandarin fish fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Bamboo stone-Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Sentence-The ancient forest south of the turquoise is covered with short eaves under the shade, and the walking stick helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Like a dream-Song Qingzhao last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so don't leave any wine in a deep sleep. I asked the shutter man, but Haitang is still the same.
Know what? Know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin. Cold food-Tang and Song dynasties are full of flowers, and cold food is east wind and willows.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. Spring-Song and Zhu Shengtian found the beautiful seashore, and the boundless scene for a time was new.
When you are free, you know the east wind, and you often listen to the spring breeze and play the flute-when will the moon shine in Jing Hu? Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight! The title city is Nanzhuang-Tangcui Lake last year today. In this door, people's faces and peach blossoms set each other off.
Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze. Five levels and one night abroad-Don Duff's breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still high mast.
The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. If only my art could bring me fame. The official took sick leave because of his old age.
Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! Sent into Sichuan, into Bo, separated by the wall of Sanqin, separated by the water of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
Know yourself in the sea, and heaven is still our neighbor. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel.
"Encountering the River-Tang Du Fu's residence is a common occurrence, and Cui He has heard of it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
Jiang Nanchun's quatrains-Tang Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town, mountain country and wine flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
On the lake-in the Song Dynasty, many mangroves were in full bloom, and the grass in Pinghu grew and the warblers flew. In warm and warm weather, people are in a good mood. Taking advantage of the afterglow of the sunset and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, people paddle boats to enjoy themselves.
Qiu Si in the courtyard-a faint crow with withered vines and old trees and a small bridge with flowing water in Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty. The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.
Xijiang Moonlight Walk in the Middle Section of Huangsha Road-Song Xin Seven Bright Moon Surprises Magpies, and the breeze chirps at midnight. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Tang Du Fu Jincheng, a sixth-grade flower giver, has been in the wind for a long time. This kind of music should only be in heaven, where can I hear it several times?
When will the singing and dancing in Song Lin and West Lake stop outside Lin 'an Mansion-Qingshan Building? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.
Nanxiangzi Dengjingkou Gu Bei Ting Huai —— Where does Song Xinqi's trace go to China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The long and endless Yangtze River is rolling forward! I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast.
Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Have a baby like Sun Zhongmou! Yongmei Flower-Song Lu Entertainment Broken Bridge, lonely and open.
Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. 1 1 April 4th, it was stormy-Song was lying in a remote village, not feeling sorry for himself, but still thinking about defending his country.
Lying in the dead of night, listening to the wind and rain, the Tiema Glacier came to sleep. I heard that Wang Changling had moved to the left and Long Biaoyao had this news-the poplars in Li Tang had lost their lives, and Wendaolong had passed the five streams. I entrust my sad thoughts to the moon, hoping to accompany you to the west of Yelang.
When I was in the sixth grade, I moored in Guazhou, a water room in Jingkou, Anshi, Wang Song, just a few mountains away from Zhongshan. Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Happy spring night.
2. Poems about "Wind" and "Heart" in Grade One
I want to send water (yuán) to drought (hàn) and disaster (zāi).
Let the people in the disaster area no longer thirst,
A knowing smile appeared on his haggard face.
They lived happily ever after,
I want to send the crew member (Ao) (Jie) who was robbed by pirates home. If there is no poem in your heart.
Constant
Poetry is a flame.
Ignite hope in the heart
Poetry is snow lotus.
Stick it on the front of the iceberg.
Poetry is an oil-paper umbrella.
Floating in the rain lane of memory
No poetry
The blind man lost his crutch.
No poetry
Just like a beautiful woman cutting her face.
Sunless
If I had a pair of wings.
If I had a pair of wings,
I want to send quilts to people trapped by snow.
Let them on a snowy night,
You will also feel warm.
If I had a pair of wings.
Let them and their families stop being afraid.