Poems about fine weather
Andrew, soldiers are always looking! It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. 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.
The morning breeze is the morning breeze, and the forests in the north are gloomy. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin.
How come? How come? Forget me a lot! Xi Feng, He Yu. Give women fear.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Look up and down.
Use Dewey. Instead of horses.
Suddenly I went to the north. The wind will prevail forever.
Think about the other side I hope to follow that bird.
Fly south. First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes. When I first heard Zhuo Cave raging, I heard Ma Ben.
The paper futon sits in the clear night, as if it were in Ruoye Village. Clear light and smoke.
Ramulus Cinnamomi flows askew, and apple leaves flutter in the breeze. In autumn, the wine is also open.
When the wind rolls over the water, the trees are destroyed and people die. At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.
Yangchun has grown up. Plants and grass grow with strong winds.
How can you be careless? The breeze blows the blue sea, gives birth to Longlin, and takes a crane and gets half drunk to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
Breeze grass, big leaves are long and round The dew and dew are together, and the sunset reflects the flowers deeply.
Lonely and silent, windy and wild. Revlon is teetering, and the leaves in the forest curl silently.
The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt. Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow.
I boarded the gate and looked around the world. The gale rises from the north, howling and shaking the danger.
A little cool breeze blows gently, carefree. Turn over the leaves in the forest and beat the red and blue around the trees.
The water in the Three Gorges is boundless. Unlike a new pond, the breeze is rippling.
There is no ancient foundation, and the monument is built with moss. The evening breeze is like the noise you hear.
The bamboo moves, and the land and water are fried. The rain on the balcony is quiet and the breeze moves the blue musk deer.
The wind is blowing and the grass is growing. Xu blows away from Cui, half floating.
Turtles rest in Lan Zhi Garden in Qiongyao Garden, Yun Fei. Jade is not hidden, the sky is light and the wind is light.
Huayang was full of surprises, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the market. Suddenly shake the orchid leaves and fly lightly to pick bamboo bushes.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, and the big ones are around the feet. In the meantime, the breeze was born and it was chilly. Why is the wind so crazy? It seems to blow the mountain down.
There are clouds under the tree and grass on the house. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
It's dark and boundless. Where are the pedestrians? Look at the dark bamboo by the pool, and you will be ashamed when you leave the island.
More worthy of the sound of breeze and streamer. The setting sun shines on the beach and kites fly in the breeze.
Quietly return to Lin Heshi and sit and read health articles. The breeze is far away and the strings are swaying.
The treetops in the forest are shining, and the pine path is quiet at night. The wind and rain come from the north, and the trees roar. At night, it never stops, and the sound is chaotic in autumn in Jiang Tao.
Beautiful days urge the evening scenery, and the model is early spring. Warm floating Feng Dan Que, slightly beautiful Heilongjiang.
Strong winds are blowing from the north, threatening 100 thousand troops. The grass and trees are all soldiers, and the road is difficult to divide.
The mountains are full of gas and the sky is full of clouds. Mountain clouds are like cattle and horses, and water clouds are like fish and turtles.
It's dark during the day, and the sky in Hou Kun is gloomy at dusk. There is movement in Gaocheng, and my house is not enough to lift.
The son dare not lie under the bed, and the servant dare not close the door. The old man has two ears, and Qi Xin has no land.
Yeai doesn't know snow, but she feels uncomfortable. The cloth is as cold as iron, and the chaff is slightly warm.
If you don't think about it, it will be dark and empty. There's nothing I can do. I freeze to death in an isolated village! The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt.
Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow. Long-term practice should be latent, and it will float every time it gets dark.
When there is a forest, no tree rustles temporarily. Smoke slowly, light and auspicious.
The harvest year is waiting, singing beautiful Tang Yao. The breeze wrinkles the water boots, and the thin sun dries the clouds and eggs.
The same cloud curtain, the wind is mighty, and six flowers fly down. The setting sun is on the west peak, and the jade is full of snow.
The wind turned around and scared the ape to climb the jade. It's windy in Qinghai, and the flying sand beats the earthquake.
Dongting wind, dangerous wall folded if empty. If you go to the south, it will take a hundred years to decide what to do.
It's raining and snowing, and the wind is coming, cold and far away. Raise wine to persuade white clouds, and lament the decline of the year.
The breeze is blowing, which makes my horn string rhyme. Lean the new moon on the Hu bed and stop to blow the wind.
The grass is cool and the warbler is drizzling. The breeze blew over the reeds, and the light rain got wet.
Chun yin's desert soil is moist, with mild spring temperature. Birds and storks are flying in the air, and wind and rain are sweeping through Yuan Ye.
When Surabaya shines on the stars, the breeze blows the mirror uneven. The cold wind is tight and the rain is empty, and the number of maple trees in the north is new.
The breeze blows away the spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away the dark makeup. The spring breeze is like willow green, and the sun shines like a stranger.
The snow hits the window and the gravel is fine, and the wind sweeps the wild. Beautiful scenery is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move.
When the breeze doesn't move, the sky is drunk and things are moist and silent. Last night, the cool wind was rustling, and fireflies floated in the bed.
The wind pushed the clouds down like mountains, and pedestrians on the road were covered with snow. The head of the ridge is cold, and the breeze and drizzle are chilling. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
The wind shakes the handle of the Beidou, and the rain overflows the Tianhe wave. It's windy in Chengdu in June, and the houses are shaking.
Cui Wei, a dark cloud, blocked the void like a ghost in the wind. Thunder burst into flames and shot the earth red. The fate of heaven is ups and downs, and the dragon's tail does not drag the east.
Raindrops are on the same axis, mountains destroy rivers and overflow roads, and thousands of feet pine is uprooted. It doesn't mean that people will wash their breasts when they are young.
There are no clouds or stars in the sky, and the wind suddenly blows from the southwest. Shouteng's old wood is incomplete, and there is no room outside the door.
Weng Wei exclaimed that the child was crying and the roof tiles were flying empty. Wu Min magpie dies when the nest leans, and the empty black is also suspected of evil spirits.
There are only melons and cows in the south, hoping to be swept away. The pedant laughed at himself, and he was still studying.
The light rain and breeze separated the curtain, and the golden stove was cold and unintentional. Peach blossoms fall everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion.
Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the river. Green and yellow clothes.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Death.
Death. Where is the flute?
In spring, a pole rises to add water. Grass and geese, green and breeze.
A stone dragon lying high can't breathe. The breeze is still and the sky is drunk.
The breeze makes green apples, and the breeze in the golden pool. Shake Cui Lin gently, and then hunt quietly.
It doesn't hurt to cover up the future. Once in the cold weather, Wan Li cleared the frost.
Destroy Deng Lin in the north and drop Fusang in the east. Sweep away the clouds and clear the selfless light.
You are lonely, and Yanhai is open to navigation. The breeze is soft and fragrant, and the morning light is scattered.
Where to study, Xixi and Qin Chun. There is a breeze in the courtyard, and Gao Songyun is born.
I'm not confused when I listen, and I feel refreshed every day. The breeze is blowing gently, and the desert is hazy.
Such as the word of God, like playing Dongting. Xi Feng, He Yu.
Give women fear. Will Ann be happy? Will that woman be abandoned?
Learn from the valley wind, maintain the wind and be depressed. Hold your fear in your arms.
Will be happy, throw it away. There is Feng in the west and Wei in the west.
No grass will never die, no wood will never wither. Forget my virtues and think about my little grievances.
The breeze is nothing.
2. The poem about the wind was 1, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew taller again in the spring breeze.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
4, the sky is gray, the wild is vast, and the wind and grass are low to see cattle and sheep.
5, wait for the east wind, colorful is always spring.
6, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind.
On the 7 th, the rest of the flutes flew silently and scattered into the spring breeze.
8. A gust of wind brought catkins and cotton wool, and the shop was full of sweetness. Black-bone chicken pressed wine to persuade customers to taste it.
9, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang' an flowers in one day.
10, why should a strong enemy blame Liu? The spring breeze is just like Yumen Pass.
1 1, Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night.
12, you see a boat, stormy waves.
13, the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me?
14. After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock.
15, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.
16, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
17, green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber. There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
18, firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm.
19, my face is not cold when I get wet with clothes and want to get wet with apricot blossoms.
20. The forest was black and the wind hit the grass, but the general tried to shoot an arrow at night.
3. Poetry about the wind: The wind rises in the clouds, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking! It can blow off the golden leaves in autumn and bloom beautiful flowers in spring. 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.
The morning breeze is the morning breeze, and the forests in the north are gloomy. If you don't see a gentleman, you are worried about Qin Qin.
How come? How come? Forget me a lot! Xi Feng, He Yu. Give women fear.
Autumn wind rises in Bai Yunfei, the plants are yellow, and the geese return to the south. Look up and down.
Use Dewey. Instead of horses.
Suddenly I went to the north. The wind will prevail forever.
Think about the other side I hope to follow that bird.
Fly south. First frost is heavy, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and crazy red leaves fly up the stairs.
The north wind does not hesitate to visit visitors in the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow off guest clothes. When I first heard Zhuo Cave raging, I heard Ma Ben.
The paper futon sits in the clear night, as if it were in Ruoye Village. Clear light and smoke.
Ramulus Cinnamomi flows askew, and apple leaves flutter in the breeze. In autumn, the wine is also open.
When the wind rolls over the water, the trees are destroyed and people die. At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.
Yangchun has grown up. Plants and grass grow with strong winds.
How can you be careless? The breeze blows the blue sea, gives birth to Longlin, and takes a crane and gets half drunk to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When the wind blows, the line is silent. From darkness to green law, Bai's life is far away.
Breeze grass, big leaves are long and round The dew and dew are together, and the sunset reflects the flowers deeply.
Lonely and silent, windy and wild. Revlon is teetering, and the leaves in the forest curl silently.
The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt. Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow.
I boarded the gate and looked around the world. The gale rises from the north, howling and shaking the danger.
A little cool breeze blows gently, carefree. Turn over the leaves in the forest and beat the red and blue around the trees.
The water in the Three Gorges is boundless. Unlike a new pond, the breeze is rippling.
There is no ancient foundation, and the monument is built with moss. The evening breeze is like the noise you hear.
The bamboo moves, and the land and water are fried. The rain on the balcony is quiet and the breeze moves the blue musk deer.
The wind is blowing and the grass is growing. Xu blows away from Cui, half floating.
Turtles rest in Lan Zhi Garden in Qiongyao Garden, Yun Fei. Jade is not hidden, the sky is light and the wind is light.
Huayang was full of surprises, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the market. Suddenly shake the orchid leaves and fly lightly to pick bamboo bushes.
There are thousands of bamboo poles in Donggang, and the big ones are around the feet. In the meantime, the breeze was born and it was chilly. Why is the wind so crazy? It seems to blow the mountain down.
There are clouds under the tree and grass on the house. Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
It's dark and boundless. Where are the pedestrians? Look at the dark bamboo by the pool, and you will be ashamed when you leave the island.
More worthy of the sound of breeze and streamer. The setting sun shines on the beach and kites fly in the breeze.
Quietly return to Lin Heshi and sit and read health articles. The breeze is far away and the strings are swaying.
The treetops in the forest are shining, and the pine path is quiet at night. The wind and rain come from the north, and the trees roar. At night, it never stops, and the sound is chaotic in autumn in Jiang Tao.
Beautiful days urge the evening scenery, and the model is early spring. Warm floating Feng Dan Que, slightly beautiful Heilongjiang.
Strong winds are blowing from the north, threatening 100 thousand troops. The grass and trees are all soldiers, and the road is difficult to divide.
The mountains are full of gas and the sky is full of clouds. Mountain clouds are like cattle and horses, and water clouds are like fish and turtles.
It's dark during the day, and the sky in Hou Kun is gloomy at dusk. There is movement in Gaocheng, and my house is not enough to lift.
The son dare not lie under the bed, and the servant dare not close the door. The old man has two ears, and Qi Xin has no land.
Yeai doesn't know snow, but she feels uncomfortable. The cloth is as cold as iron, and the chaff is slightly warm.
If you don't think about it, it will be dark and empty. There's nothing I can do. I freeze to death in an isolated village! The rising sun is high and the breeze is in the green belt.
Into the pine without making any noise, shaking the willow shadow. Long-term practice should be latent, and it will float every time it gets dark.
When there is a forest, no tree rustles temporarily. Smoke slowly, light and auspicious.
The harvest year is waiting, singing beautiful Tang Yao. The breeze wrinkles the water boots, and the thin sun dries the clouds and eggs.
The same cloud curtain, the wind is mighty, and six flowers fly down. The setting sun is on the west peak, and the jade is full of snow.
The wind turned around and scared the ape to climb the jade. It's windy in Qinghai, and the flying sand beats the earthquake.
Dongting wind, dangerous wall folded if empty. If you go to the south, it will take a hundred years to decide what to do.
It's raining and snowing, and the wind is coming, cold and far away. Raise wine to persuade white clouds, and lament the decline of the year.
The breeze is blowing, which makes my horn string rhyme. Lean the new moon on the Hu bed and stop to blow the wind.
The grass is cool and the warbler is drizzling. The breeze blew over the reeds, and the light rain got wet.
Chun yin's desert soil is moist, with mild spring temperature. Birds and storks are flying in the air, and wind and rain are sweeping through Yuan Ye.
When Surabaya shines on the stars, the breeze blows the mirror uneven. The cold wind is tight and the rain is empty, and the number of maple trees in the north is new.
The breeze blows away the spring thoughts, and the light rain washes away the dark makeup. The spring breeze is like willow green, and the sun shines like a stranger.
The snow hits the window and the gravel is fine, and the wind sweeps the wild. Beautiful scenery is like a flat wall, and the breeze does not move.
When the breeze doesn't move, the sky is drunk and things are moist and silent. Last night, the cool wind was rustling, and fireflies floated in the bed.
The wind pushed the clouds down like mountains, and pedestrians on the road were covered with snow. The head of the ridge is cold, and the breeze and drizzle are chilling. The hibiscus flowers beside the moat are swaying in the sudden wind, and the oblique rain is beating the vines on the wall.
The wind shakes the handle of the Beidou, and the rain overflows the Tianhe wave. It's windy in Chengdu in June, and the houses are shaking.
Cui Wei, a dark cloud, blocked the void like a ghost in the wind. Thunder burst into flames and shot the earth red. The fate of heaven is ups and downs, and the dragon's tail does not drag the east.
Raindrops are on the same axis, mountains destroy rivers and overflow roads, and thousands of feet pine is uprooted. It doesn't mean that people will wash their breasts when they are young.
There are no clouds or stars in the sky, and the wind suddenly blows from the southwest. Shouteng's old wood is incomplete, and there is no room outside the door.
Weng Wei exclaimed that the child was crying and the roof tiles were flying empty. Wu Min magpie dies when the nest leans, and the empty black is also suspected of evil spirits.
There are only melons and cows in the south, hoping to be swept away. The pedant laughed at himself, and he was still studying.
The light rain and breeze separated the curtain, and the golden stove was cold and unintentional. Peach blossoms fall everywhere in spring, and catkins pile up snow to abandon suspicion.
Fisherman. Fisherman.
There is a breeze and Mao Mao rain on the river. Green and yellow clothes.
Red wine and white fish return at dusk. Death.
Death. Where is the flute?
In spring, a pole rises to add water. Grass and geese, green and breeze.
A stone dragon lying high can't breathe. The breeze is still and the sky is drunk.
The breeze makes green apples, and the breeze in the golden pool. Shake Cui Lin gently, and then hunt quietly.
It doesn't hurt to cover up the future. Once in the cold weather, Wan Li cleared the frost.
Destroy Deng Lin in the north and drop Fusang in the east. Sweep away the clouds and clear the selfless light.
You are lonely, and Yanhai is open to navigation. The breeze is soft and fragrant, and the morning light is scattered.
Where to study, Xixi and Qin Chun. There is a breeze in the courtyard, and Gao Songyun is born.
I'm not confused when I listen, and I feel refreshed every day. The breeze is blowing gently, and the desert is hazy.
Such as the word of God, like playing Dongting. Xi Feng, He Yu.
Give women fear. Will Ann be happy? Will that woman be abandoned?
Learn from the valley wind, maintain the wind and be depressed. Hold your fear in your arms.
Will be happy, throw it away. There is Feng in the west and Wei in the west.
No grass will never die, no wood will never wither. Forget my virtues and think about my little grievances.
The breeze is so.
4. Poem 1 About Rain and Sunny: The wind returns to the clouds to break the rain, and the lake is warm.
Bai Juyi: Early Spring Tang Dynasty in Nanhu Lake
The clouds have gone, the wind and rain have stopped, the weather is just right, and the sun shines on the lake to form a reflection, which has a warm feeling. Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight.
The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased.
Explanation:
The spring breeze dispersed the clouds, the shower began to stop, the weather just cleared up, and the sun shone on the lake, warm and bright. Full of apricots, broken red spots; The newborn green apples are neatly covered with water. The white goose was wet by the rain and its wings were heavy, so it had to fly low. The yellow owl's tongue is also quite rough and doesn't listen to her. It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is bad, but that I'm sick and my interest has decreased.
2, the blue moon is clear, the clouds are far away, who is in charge of spring.
Song and Qing Dynasties: Liu Chenweng
I went from Yihai to Shangyuan and recited Li Yian's Happy Forever, which made me cry. It's been three years. Every time I hear this word, I can't help myself, so I just follow its voice and believe it is easy to understand. Although words are not as good as feelings, they are miserable.
On Chu Qingyue, the clouds are far away, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain.
Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. The hardest thing is to be able to keep your word. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, residual red insomnia, full of village community drums.
Explanation:
It's raining at dusk, like a bright moon rising. Clouds are as beautiful as black, floating faintly in the distant sky. Who does this beautiful spring scene belong to? The imperial garden of the Forbidden City is slightly cold, and the bank of the West Lake is tired and warm. The former Liu Lang is here again. I didn't expect it to be so cold. I remember the night before, the traffic was heavy and the road was dark with incense dust.
In Ming Can, colorful lanterns make the night as bright as the day. I'm always in no mood to watch the lights hand in hand with others. Who knows, night walking will also be banned on the last night, and people will go to the building, and the city will be full of wind and rain.
I still remember the old days of Xuanhe. Until I crossed Lin 'an to the south, the last night was still bustling. Nowadays, almost all the hard-collected stone paintings and calligraphy have been lost. The Lantern Festival has no intention of dressing up, and the sideburns are flying around. It is the saddest thing to write a poem that hurts when you feel confused. Now there is no way to go in Jiangnan, and there is no place to send me around.
I think of Du Fu who was trapped in Chang 'an by the rebels, and I miss my relatives in Zhangzhou at the foot of the mountain. Who knows this horrible mentality now? From the dim nameless remnant lamp, sleepless night, there is a village full of club drums.
Despite all the gloom, Su E recovered in the evening.
Chu Qing on the night of the lantern test: Wu Wenying in the Song Dynasty
Despite all the gloom, Su E regained his spirits at night. Dark dust can't bear it. Crispy lingbodi.
The road started again, as if in front of the light. Love is like water. Xiao Lou smoked the quilt. In the dream of spring.
Explanation:
After the rain, the clouds all over the sky were blown away by the wind, and the bright moon revealed a beautiful moon, just like Chang 'e had just taken a bath and was refreshed. Although the street is full of traffic and beautiful women with light posture, there is no dust, because the road surface after the rain is wet and soft and can't stand the dust. I am now revisiting my hometown in Beijing, and I vaguely remember watching the lanterns that day.
I can't forget her tenderness, and my thoughts are as hard to stop as running water. A person returned to the small building, was held by Xiang and slept alone, entered a warm spring dream, and heard music in a trance.
4, the night rain even the grass in the next spring, the charming clouds are warm and sunny.
Chu Qingyou Canglang Pavilion Song Dynasty: Su Shunqin
It was a spring rain all night, and it didn't stop until dawn. The river rose, and thick clouds covered the sky, sometimes cloudy and sometimes hot, and the weather was warm.
There is no one in the shade, the color of the sun is dim, the flowers and bamboo are quiet, and the sound of birds comes from it from time to time.
Explanation:
A spring rain rained all night and didn't stop until dawn. The river rose and the clouds were thick, covering the sky. It's sunny, cloudy and warm. There is no one in the curtain, the sun is dim and the flowers and bamboos are silent. Several birds sing from time to time.
5, light rain Chu Qing back to the night. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection.
"Deadpool Xiao Yu went out to Qing Zhao" Song: Wang Shen
The rain stopped long ago, the clouds cleared away, and the sunset shone in the yard. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin.
In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.
Explanation:
At the beginning of the light rain, the clouds stopped and the sunset shone in the courtyard. The reflections in the golden pagoda and the lotus pond are now present. The breeze blows gently, and the willows are reluctant. Countless delicate lotus flowers have sharp horns, like green cymbals. Such a garden has infinite beauty. Returning from wandering, I am not in the mood to enjoy this happiness. Sitting alone at dusk, the courtyard is empty. Melancholy, pain and boredom aggravated the haggard of the old man.
The poem about the wind is 1. Poems about Dongfeng: Dongfeng is inconvenient for Zhou Lang, and Tongquetai locks Er Qiao. 2. Poems describing the south wind: From the south wind in May, Jun went to Baling. 3. Poems describing the west wind: the west wind is fierce, and the geese in the sky are called the frost morning moon. 4. Poems describing the north wind: the north wind rolls white grass and folds, and In the snow crosses Tatar Sky 1. Poems describing the east wind: the east wind is inconvenient for Zhou Lang, Tongquetai locks the Spring City of the Second Bridge, flowers are flying everywhere, and the east wind is cold and willows are slanting. (Han Yi>2. Poems describing the south wind: The south wind starts at night and the wheat turns yellow. (Bai Juyi's "Looking at Wheat Cutting") In May, the south wind was booming, and I thought of you and went to Baling. 3. Poems describing the west wind: the west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I looked at the horizon alone in a tall building. (Yan Shu: Recent Flowers) 4. Poems describing the north wind: the north wind blows white grass, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, eight days across Tatar in In the snow, and the north wind blows geese and snow one after another. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
6. Poem about the wind, "Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan leans in the breeze" (one of Du Fu's Two Poems on Water Threshold)
When the wind returns to dance, it will bloom in an instant.
"A gust of wind comes, catkins are fragrant in the shop, and Wu Ji presses the wine to persuade people to pay for it" (Li Bai's Parting in a Hotel in Nanjing)
"Wildfire never devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze" (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
"When the wind blows and clouds fly, the weaver girl returns to her hometown in the sea, and the brave guard all directions" (Song of the Wind)
"One day, I will ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea" (Li Bai's Three Difficult Poems)
"The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the strong men are gone forever" ("Jing Ke stabbed the king of Qin")
"Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, what's the matter?" (Li Bai's Spring Thoughts)
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. (Bai Juyi: "Farewell to Ancient Grass")
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. (Du Fu: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu Guan")
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. (Su Shi: "When will there be a bright moon?" )
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming. (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep. (Song of Chile)
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? (Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou")
7. What are the poems about the wind? If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? -Naran Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. -Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. -Zhinan's "Jueju"
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine. -Wang Anshi's January Day
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. -Du Fu's Two Poems
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. -Zhu's Spring Day
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! -Wang Zhihuan's Two Poems on Liangzhou.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang. -Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City"
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. -Lin Sheng's "Title Lin 'an House"
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. -Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream, Last Night's Storm"
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. -Su Shi's Dingfengbo March 7th
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. -Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy. -Cui Daorong's Plum Blossom
Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
Cicada is far away from cicada because cicada is on a tall tree, not relying on autumn wind. -Yu Shinan's Cicada
If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid the outcome will be Cao Cao's victory and Er Qiao's detention in Tongquetai. -Red Cliff in Mutu
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. -Li Shangyin's Untitled Stars and Winds of Last Night.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. -Lu You's November 4th Storm.
There is wind in the cloud flight. -Liu Bang's Song of the Wind
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. -Huang Jingren's "Seven Huai"
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun"
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows. -Nalan Xingde's "Linjiang Xian Liu Han"
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