1. 10 poems about fire
Zhang Hu: "Feast at the Taoist Priest's Room with Plum Blossoms on Qingming Day": "Song of Stone Drums".
Evening crow. Luo falls and boils in hundreds of rivers, loves fire and pities snow, and rivers billow with columns of smoke.
A foot of white salt is cold, and nine microscopic flakes of flying flowers are flying: climbing a mountain in the daytime to watch the beacon fire. Han Yu.
The smell is so fishy that it burns the snake. Li Shangyin, ghosts guard Fan [扌为], Jiang Feng fishes and fires against Chou Mian.
Meng Haoran: The moon sets, crows cry and the sky is filled with frost: "Sui Palace", gradually introduces the music and singing, the spring breeze blows again, "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" Zhang Ji, panic causes thunderstorms: "Jiyu Wangchuanzhuang's work" 》. Bo Guan, a long-time official, is worried: In the moonlight on the river at night when the tide is ebbing, the river maple and fishing fire are facing melancholy. Yuan Jie's "The thieves retreated and showed the officials and the preface": Green ants make new fermented wine, two or three stars of fire are Guazhou.
Du Fu. Zu Yong.
Whoever moves far away will extinguish it. The green forest is ashes, a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold, and the sleeves are full of gold dust.
But knowing the origin of joy is as bright as the light in Zhuzhou. *** Worry about selling tomorrow: "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge".
A silver plate piled with catkins. Wang Wei, Shanyu's hunting fire shines on Langshan, and the clouds collapse and freeze.
The divine object has soared. Er Ning wants to slander, and the beast's charcoal is first broken.
Fire is the spring of the twelfth lunar month "Grass" Bai Juyi, roaring to entangle tigers, clouds and mountains by the sea embrace Jicheng: "The Preface to the Song of Yanxing": The monk said that the ancient wall Buddhist paintings were good, so he painted them over the years. Other: "Ask Liu Nineteenth": "Spring Hope": The beacon fire on the battlefield invades Hu Yue, and it will be frightened and blocked: The land of Huowei is desolate enough for monsters, and horses drink by the river at dusk: There are no fireflies in the rotten grass today, and there is a severe drought. For example: "Daughter's Journey to Luoyang", the furnace is full of red jade fever, and you can use this to get close to your lover: to make him conquer. The wind blew huge flames, and the wilderness was heavy and white. The wildfires burned endlessly. The rain accumulated in the empty forest and the fireworks were late. The peaches were blooming, and they were forced to fry like fire. A small stove made of red mud.
Playing with Fire and Snow by Bai Juyi What I love in my life: The ancient garrison was green and the beacon fire was cold, and even the essence was ignorant, and the clouds were nowhere to be found. Bai Juyi: The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is covered with frost: the rain is drenching the sun, the sun is scorching the wild fire, and the school captain's feathers are flying across the vast sea.
The power and customs burned Kunlun. It's very impressive at night.
The shepherd boy beat the fire to sharpen the horn of the ox. The snow was like a moon in a cloudy night, and no stone or soil was visible. The old custom is to burn dragons, which gives a deeper breath.
Goose feathers are falling: the dawn of spring extinguishes the nine tiny fires, and I don’t know the season of drunkenness. Li Qi: The war rages on for three months.
Sweating and lying in the Jiangting Pavilion: Dan Zao first fired: "Inscribed on Jinling Ferry". Han Yu.
Zhang Ji. Wang Wei, steamed quinoa and cooked millet in East □ (for "Zi", remove three points of water and add grass head).
Fire by Du Fu Chu Mountain is full of moonlight fire, its roots are eternal: "Visiting the Hengyue Temple and then staying at the Yue Temple to inscribe the gate tower". Would you like to have a drink? Gao Shi: "Wangjimen".
Li Qi's "Listening to the sound of Dong Da playing Hujia and sending a message to the house to help." Han Yu's "Mountain and Stone". 2. Poems with "fire"
In Wang Anshi's "The Proud of the Fisherman", "The lights have been closed for the first half of the first month, and the flowers in the south and north of the mountain are in chaos";
"The sunrise and the river flowers are as red as fire, When spring comes, the water of the river is as green as blue."
"New fire is sent from the sky, and new clothes are tried on the world."
Go to the ten-mile rock with singing and singing, and return under the moonlight with thousands of lights."
"The majesty of the Grand Master in Xiudao Dynasty is like fire, and the mouth on the road is like a monument",
"So many sad memories of the past, and the lights are lighting up the houses across the stream",
"Sunset It's already dusk in Changsha, and the cold smoke hunts the fire on the Central Plains Road."
"The cold food and wind and frost are the most pleasant, and the pear blossoms and fishing fires are new for a while.
In Zhang Ji's poem "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge", "Moonlight" The sky is filled with falling crows and frost, and the river maples and fishing fires are facing melancholy";
In Du Fu's poem "Spring Outlook", "The beacon fire lasts for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold";
Bai Juyi's " In the poem "Grass", "The wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again"
In the poem "The Green Jade Case", "Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light" 3. What are the poems with fire
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At night, all the clouds are dark, and the fire on the river boat is only bright---Du Fu loves the rain on a spring night
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue---Bai Juyi recalled Jiangnan (Jiangnan is good) )
The war rages for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold——Du Fu’s Spring Hope
Green ants’ new fermented wine, a small red clay stove——Bai Juyi’s "Ask Liu Nineteenth" 》
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and grows again---Bai Juyi
Fu Deguyuan planted grass to say goodbye
The fire flows in July, and the clothes are given in September - ---The Book of Songs
There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountains, and fireworks in the clouds are people's homes. Silver and gold hairpins are used to carry water, long knives and short hats are used to burn rice. --- Bamboo Branch Poems by Liu Yuxi
Looking back suddenly, the man was there, in the dimly lit place --- Xin Qiji's Sapphire Case, New Year's Eve
After a cold meal, I sobered up but consulted. Don't think about your old country with old friends, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
--- Su Dongpo's "Wang Jiangnan" 4. Ancient poems describing fire
Poems describing fire
1. Six poems (Li Bai)
In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold. I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night. I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan. The soldiers from heaven descended to the northern wasteland, and Hu Ma wanted to drink from the south. Heng Ge started from hundreds of battles, and went straight to the title of favor. Dinner on the sea with snow in hand, sleep on the head of Longtou with brushed sand. How can I break the Yuezhi and then sleep high? The horses are soaring like the wind and whipping out of the Wei Bridge. Bent the bow to bid farewell to the moon of Han Dynasty, insert feathers to break the arrogance of heaven. When the array is resolved, the stars are gone, and the fog in the air and sea in the camp disappears. Successfully painted Lin Pavilion, unique to Huo whoring and Yao. White horses and golden plugs, clouds and sand surround dreams. It's a sad day, and I remember the border town from afar. The autumn windows are full of fireflies, and the frost is late every month. Destroying the sycamore leaves, Xiao Shasha tang branches. I can't see you all the time, and I know it's empty when I shed tears. When the pirates came down in autumn, the heavenly troops came out of the Han family. The general divides the tiger bamboo, and the soldier sleeps on the dragon sand. The moon follows the shadow of the bow, and Hu Shuang brushes the sword flowers. Before entering the Jade Pass, the young woman should not sigh. The beacon fire shakes the desert and illuminates the sweet spring clouds. The Emperor raised his sword and summoned General Li. The military energy is gathered in the sky, and the sound of drums can be heard at the bottom of the mountain. Be bold and courageous, and fight to eliminate the demonic atmosphere.
2. From Jibeimenxing (Li Bai)
The prisoner formation stretches across the northern wasteland, and Hu Xing shines brightly. The speed of the feather book shocked the lightning, and the beacon fire lit up day and night. Huzhu is in a hurry to save the border, but the army and chariots are already on their way. The master of Ming Dynasty is restless at the table, and his heart is flying when he presses the sword. A strong general emerges from his hub and takes to the battlefield with his flag. The might of the soldiers is overwhelming, and the murderous aura reaches the sky. The soldiers gathered at the foot of Chishan Mountain and set up camp next to Zisai. Meng Dong's wind and sand are tight, and the flags are rustling and withered. The corner of the painting is full of sorrow for the sea and the moon, and the clothes are curled up with frost. He swung his sword to kill Loulan, and bent his bow to shoot the wise king. The single one is calm, and the seeds fall and perish on their own. I will repay the emperor with my merits and return to Xianyang with singing songs.
3. Traveling northward (Li Bai)
Why is it difficult to travel northward? Traveling northward is due to Taihang. The road is winding and steep, with craggy rocks reaching up to the sky. The horse's foot tramples the side stone, and the wheel destroys the high hill. The sand and dust are connected with Youzhou, and the beacon fire is connected with Shuofang. The murderous poisonous sword and halberd, the harsh wind tore the clothes. The whale runs across the Yellow River, and the chiseled tooth settles in Luoyang. There is no way back when I go forward, I miss my old hometown when I go back. In the miserable ice and snow, the screams are heartbreaking. If there is no cover, the skin will wither. The valley for collecting water is blocked, and the long slope for collecting fuel is long. The tiger has lost its tail again, grinding its teeth against the autumn frost. There is no vegetation to eat, and nothing to drink when hungry. I lament the hardship of going north, and it hurts me to stop. When will the king be at peace and his face will be opened to the light of day? 5. Use good words and sentences to describe fire. A good sentence should be more than 100 words
Stand up and look at Nanshan Mountain, the mountain fire is burning the mountains and fields.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
The purpose of fire is to burn the sacrifices, and the salt is used to cleanse the sacrifices. Fire symbolizes sacrifice, while salt symbolizes reconciliation and balance.
The wildfires will not burn out, but the spring breeze will blow them again.
Standing up and looking at Nanshan, the mountain fires are burning the mountains and fields.
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.
Stone fires are struck on the sand, and bamboos are burned to illuminate the fishing boats.
Fire rice is harvested early in summer, and sea pepper blooms late in spring.
Cold Night Du Lei Guests come to drink tea and wine on a cold night, 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, but it is different that there are plum blossoms. Quatrains by Wu Jiaji The white-headed kitchen household has a low thatched house, beside the hot fire of frying salt in June. In the hot sun before walking out, I take a moment to enjoy the cool air. Li He's little eagle has its wings cut at an angle, and its roots are made of jade flowers. In autumn, the hanging makeup is made up of grains of millet, and the arrows are nailed to the asparagus bamboo. The baboon crows in the deep bamboo, and the old wet sand sings. 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. In the ghost seat of Poseidon Mountain, 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, the mountains are full of ghosts and people are cold when they are eating. In the southern part of the country, the sun is low and bright, and the beauty is ever present. The god was so angry that he rejoiced and sent his thousands of horses back to the mountains.
Reminiscing about Jiangnan by Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is wonderful,
I am familiar with the scenery.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire.
When spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue.
I can’t forget Jiangnan.
The volcano cloud song bids farewell to Cen Shen
The volcano is abrupt at the entrance of Chiting, and the volcanic fire clouds are thick in May.
The mountains are covered with clouds of fire that have not yet bloomed, and birds flying thousands of miles away dare not come.
In the early morning, the wind blows away, and in the evening, the rain returns.
It is surrounded by slanting Tieguan trees and half-covered by the dense atmosphere.
On the long journey to the east of the volcano, the lonely cloud on the mountain followed the horse.
Happy Rain on a Spring Night by 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.
Look at the red and wet places at dawn, and the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Poems about Changshui Bamboo Branches by Huang Xieqing
Silkworm seeds need to be taught to look for four sleeps, and mulberry trees need to be bought fresh from the branches.
Silkworms sleep in the old red boudoir of mulberry trees, and the lights turn into cocoons at the third watch.
Ode to the Limestone by Yu Qian
Thousands of hammers were struck out of the mountains, and the fire burned like nothing.
No matter how much your body is broken into pieces, you want to leave your innocence in the world.
Farewell to Bai Juyi with the ancient grass.
The grass grows in the original land, withering and flourishing every year.
Wildfires never burn out, but the spring breeze blows them again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and they were full of love.
The red sun is scorching like fire, Bai Sheng
The red sun is scorching like fire, and the fields and rice are half withered.
The farmer's heart is like boiling water, and the princes and princes are shaking their fans.
Spring Hope by Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
Qingming Wang Yu
Spending Qingming without flowers and wine, my interest is as low as that of a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and Xiaochuang was given a reading lamp.
Joining the Army Yang Jiong
The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy.
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the cavalry circled Dragon City.
The snow is dark and the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. 6. Asking for sentences about fire
. A single spark can start a prairie fire, so don’t let a small thing cost you a big thing.
. More fire prevention, less disaster.
. Where there is fire, there is light and heat, and the fire of hope is immortal.
. This is an urgent matter and cannot wait any longer.
. The lights are on at three and the chickens are on at five, try your best to take advantage of your youth.
.It is a pot of fire, but it is a knife.
Just watch the fire from the other side, and never get yourself involved in right and wrong.
.The south branch points toward fire, and the north branch points toward cold.
.Fire bursts out of the cold ashes.
.Their passionate love is like firewood.
.When the road is uneven, there is also a tendency to turn toward the light and toward the fire.
After receiving the call, he rushed to the appointment.
.He is not well-educated and often gets angry over trivial matters.