Detailed introduction to the poems related to kites is as follows:
1. "Kite" by Tang Gaopian: The sound of strings rings in the clear sky at night, and the palace merchants trust the passing wind. It's vaguely like a piece of music that's worth listening to, but the wind blows it into a different tune. The sound made by the kite has the beauty of music, like a string of flowing notes ringing in the ears. When a gust of wind blows, the kite blows another tune. Savor it carefully, like the sound of silk and bamboo lingering in your ears, making people understand the music of the kite. of infinite grace.
2. "Paper Kite" Kou Zhun of the Song Dynasty: The blue sky is falling and the autumn is quiet, but the ability to fly is still weak. The breeze is trustworthy, and eventually the white clouds fly. There is no image of a paper kite in the poem, but it brings people's imagination. A kite can only fly near the clouds with the power of wind. Isn't this the same for people's success?
3. "Watching Village Children Playing on the Stream" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty: After the rain, the stream water swept over the dike and was flat, watching the village children Xie Wanqing. Bamboo horses rush through the water, while paper kites stalk the wind. In the third winter, he studied Confucianism for a while, while Qianqiu still worked as a farmer for his father. If you are illiterate enough to be able to pay for taxes and servitude, you don't need to work hard to admire the public officials. The first two couplets of the poem describe two games, one is riding a bamboo horse and the other is flying a kite. The bamboo horse ran on the ground, wandering around, and even the man and the horse rushed into the muddy pond. It was really disappointing. The domineering paper kite and the sound of the wind vividly depicted the posture of the paper kite.
4. "A Grand Tour on the West Lake in Spring" by Yuan Mazhen: A wealthy family travels to enjoy the first boat, and takes advantage of the wind to fly kites. I beat the silk wheel with my hands and competed up and down, and for a moment I looked back at the blue sky. In the spring of the West Lake, there are smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, and only flying kites soar in the blue sky and clear water. How could this feeling and scene not make the poet flourish? The poem vividly depicts the joy and mood of a kite-flyer expressing his love for the blue sky. The poems are vivid, expressive and thought-provoking.