A poem about burning a fire (a poem about fire)
2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.
At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.
4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.
5, the sunset lonely Qi Fei, autumn fire * * * the sky.
6. The fried rice is harvested in early summer and the sea pepper is released in late spring.
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.
Bai Juyi, Grass: Wildfire never devoured them, but they grew taller in the spring breeze.
"a night-mooring near maple bridge" Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
After the bandits retreated, Jie Yuan said to the tax collectors, You people who force to pay taxes are like animals fried on fire.
Let's talk about the flute played by Dong, only to hear the cold fire and ashes of the ancient bunker and the new snow-white flying in the wilderness. "。
Han Yu's Rock: On the old wall, the priest said that the Buddha statues were well painted. He showed me a lamp and I called them great.
Han Yu: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain, and I carved this poem on the gatehouse: This one, in the south ruled by fire, is full of evil spirits, and God has given him divine power to be an equal.
Han Yu: Shigu Song: It's annoying to be washed away by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wild fires.
So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently?
Gao Shi The arrangement order of Yan songs. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, 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: Luoyang girl's song: When his nine soft lights went out, the wind at dawn just blew, and nine little flying flowers.
Du Fu: Dream of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Meng Haoran. At a banquet in Taoist Mei's house: What kind of flame is burning in his golden crucible, and the peach blossoms are in bud! .
Zuyong: Wang Jimen: The bonfire invades the barbarian moonlight, and the mountain clouds are like the chairman carrying the Great Wall from the sea.
Wang Wei: "I stayed in Wangchuan after a long rain": the forest stored rain, smoked slowly, steamed quinoa and boiled millet.
Li shangyin Sui Palace. Fireflies are gone now, leaving the weathered grassland, but they are still perched by weeping willow crows 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: a night-mooring near maple bridge: On a cold night, Jiang Feng sleeps while fishing.
Zhang Hu: At Nanjing Ferry: In the slanting moon by the river at low tide, two or three fires are Guazhou.
2. A poem describing fire is a poem 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. When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax 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 heaven. 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. With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu 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?
3. The poem about fire is 10 sentence: at the banquet of Mei Daochang'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.
4. Xin Qiji's fire poem-Jade Box
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. The poem about fire prevention is 1, the wild road is dark, and the river is bright. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
Interpretation: The sky of the field path is dark, and only a little fishing fire on a fishing boat by the river gives off a ray of light, which is particularly bright.
2, the sky is dry, be careful of candles. -Ancient watchman
In ancient times, people lacked accurate means of telling the time, and almost all the time in the evening depended on overtime. Even many rural towns have overtime. Patrolling was a kind of night time system among the people in ancient China, which gave birth to a kind of night watchman, also known as watchman.
3, hit a stone for fire, do not hit the yuan smokeless. -Meng Jiao's Persuasion
Interpretation: only when you hit a stone will there be sparks; If you don't fight, not even a little smoke will come out.
4, the fire is ruthless, and every household should be on guard. -"Fire Safety Ballad"
There is no emotional prevention in fire. First, every household should be vigilant.
5, shallow mountains are cold, and seedlings are prevented at night. -"Send while doing" Gu
Put the horse on the mountain in cold weather to prevent the fire from igniting crops at night.
6. What poems describe bonfires? 1. Song Anshi's Out of Gong County
The moonlight in Zhaoling is foggy, and the bonfire is full of valleys and mountains.
The moonlight in Zhaoling is foggy, and the bonfire is full of valleys and mountains.
The whip-throwing Committee involved several villages and went out of the east gate of Gongxian County.
The palace is always invisible, but there is muddy water.
2. Wang Song Anshi's "Send Zhang Xian Lang Zhong"
I stayed in Shanhe for a long time, but I didn't feel worse than Feng Tang.
I have been in Shanhe for a long time, and I don't feel worse than Feng Tang.
Bonfires can also write good words, and posts are willing to send new poems.
You know who is under the moon, and you want to track it before you spend it.
I want to repay Old Master Q, and I wish I could not come home late.
3. Song Luyou's "The more severe the abdominal pain in the early winter of Bingwu, the more tired it is."
A paper screen is set under the curtain, and a medicine stove is supported by the bonfire.
Original: Wall empty, Wan Wan one room;
The rain is quieter and smells better, but it is not deep.
A paper screen is set under the curtain, and a medicine stove is supported by the bonfire.
Don't be stingy, providing for the aged is enough.
I heard that there are more thieves in the alley than at night.
There is nothing wrong with swimming, so what will you tell me?
If the poverty problem at home is not solved, Lu should read newspapers.
If you dare to lie down, stand up and throw my hat!
4. Song Luyou's "Getting Up Early"
Streams of firewood turn into bonfires, and wild bream fights with plates.
The tired pillow is cheap and rainy, and the window is cold.
Streams of firewood turn into bonfires, and wild bream fights with plates.
When you are old and strong, you have nothing to do when you are idle.
Children and grandchildren laugh at me, and it is already more sad than death.
5. Song Luyou's "Journey"
Cooking on the bonfire will make a meal, and tea will be cooked in the afternoon and spring.
I walked all the way into the valley and tied the donkey to rest at the wild house.
Shan Tong shouldered the burden of selling red fruits, and the girls in the village picked the blue flowers on the fence.
Cooking on the bonfire will make a meal, and tea will be cooked in the afternoon and spring.
There's no way to wander around. Why don't you laugh when you meet?
"Hook" refers to a tripod made of three or four bamboo poles, that is, the upper ends of the bamboo poles are tied together, the lower ends are spread out, a kettle or pot can be hung in the middle, and a pile of dead leaves can be lit on the ground below, so that you can keep warm while eating and drinking. Therefore, the "bonfire" is a fire with a triangular bamboo frame in the field camp. At first, it refers to a fire covered by a cage, but now it refers to a fire that burns in an open place or in the wild with firewood and branches: it burns brightly by a bonfire.
7. The poem describing the summer heat is 1, which is full of simple summer heat and scorching sky.
I don't know about the heat, but I regret the long summer.
Said by: Tang Bai Juyi, "Looking at Wheat Cutting".
My feet were smoked by the heat on the ground, and my back was baked by the burning sun. Exhausted, don't feel hot, just cherish summer.
2, the night heat is still as hot as the afternoon heat, open the door and stand in the middle of the moon.
Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind.
Said by: Song Yang Wanli, chasing after the cool in summer night.
At noon in summer, the weather is hot, but I didn't expect it to be so hot at night. Open the door and stand in the moonlight for a while. At this time, in the bamboo forest and Woods in the distance, there was a sound of insects singing, and a cool feeling floated head on. However, this is not the wind, maybe it is the tranquility and coolness of nature.
3, the 10,000-watt scale is like a fire dragon, and the Japanese car does not sweat.
Feather has no reason, I sit in a steaming pot.
From: Song Luyou's Bitter Heat.
The tiles on the house seem to be fire dragons, and people are sweating even if they sit still during the day. There is no way to fly out of the heat like a bird with wings, but to endure the unbearable heat like sitting in a steamer.
4, Zhu Rong south to whip dragon, fire flag flame burning sky red.
The sun doesn't set at noon, and all countries are in the stove.
Said by: Tang Wanggu's Miscellaneous Songs.
Vulcan drove the dragon away from the south, and the flame burned the sky red. The scorching sun stayed in the air and refused to leave for a long time, and the earth was in a hot oven.
5. The weather in Wei Yan is long and there is little sweating.
Said by: Xia Ci by Ming Zhisheng.
In extremely hot weather, the days are longer. I wear thin gauze and sweat, leaning against the window to paint.
8. Write fire poems on a cold night, and tea in Du Lei is a cold night for wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils, and the fire is red at the beginning.
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.