Author: Li Qiao
Works: Wind
Content:
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.
Precautions:
Sanqiu: Late autumn refers to the ninth month of the lunar calendar.
February: early spring, February in the lunar calendar.
Brief analysis:
This poem shows the power of the wind: leaves can fall in late autumn, flowers can be pushed in early spring and February, huge waves in thousands of feet can be set off when crossing the river, and 10,000 bamboos can be blown into the bamboo forest.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Qiao
Works: Wind
Content:
The setting sun gives birth to apples, shaking all over the distant forest. Dance like a phoenix dancing flowers, and sing like a dragon singing bamboo.
The moon moves closer to the autumn fan and relaxes into the night piano. If you go to the orchid stage, you will kiss the king of Chu.
Year: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Qiao
Works: Phoenix
Content:
And torii Danxue, called Phoenix. Nine bracts should be bright and five colors should be written.
I have been to Qin Lou for many times, and I am in danger of falling into the ocean. Aki, see you in Lai Xiang today.
2. Write "Feng" ancient poems (including the names of ancient poems, poems, names of poets and dynasties of poets). Untitled Tang Li Shangyin) Long before I met her, but even longer after we parted, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Ancient Grass", rambling grass overflows the plain and comes and goes with each season.
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.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Strong wind, Huang Tingjian's frost, heavy sky, high sun 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. Buxu traveled in the clear wind and blue sea, gave birth to Longlin, and rode a crane half drunk to pay his respects to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind blew me over the mountain, and the voice of poetry was loud and clear.
3. Write "Feng" ancient poems (including the names of ancient poems, poems, poets' names and poets' dynasties). Untitled Tang Li Shangyin
Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than breaking up. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. )
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
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.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
Huang Dafeng tingjian
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.
Insufficient steps-land tourism
The breeze blows the blue sea and gives birth to the dragon forest.
Half drunk riding a crane to pay homage to Tsinghua.
When I came back, the wind was so strong that it blew me over the mountain.
Poetry has a loud and clear voice.
4. As for Xia Feng's poems, what matters is the dynasty, and what matters is the poet. The south wind rises in a hurry at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow.
Tang Bai Juyi breezes break the dog days and summer heat. Wang Yuan Hui's "Crossing the Shagou Store" is sunny and warm, and green grass wins flowers. Wang Song Anshi's "Early Summer is Things" The trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects the pond.
The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the whole frame is fragrant. Tang Gaopian's Summer in the Mountain Pavilion is ripe in the wind and yellow in the rain.
In the "midsummer" in northern Zhou Yuxin, Xia Feng is lush and full of vitality.
In the Book of Songs, the wind sent me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the music of bamboo leaves dripping dew. Tang Meng's wind warms the shade of trees.
Ten poems about summer in Tang Dynasty: The sea sings in autumn, the mountains are straight and the summer is cold. Tang's Send Lin Kuan is a summer breeze.
Ji wants to know, increase Ming. Song Yang blameless "Liu Zao Qing" The clear spring and green trees are cool in summer, and the purple fern is fragrant in the afternoon.
Tang Qiji's "Sending Flowers to Shan Jutu" Xia Feng eaves are cold, and the window is snowy in winter. Meng Ting of Anshi, Wang Song.
A poem describing the wind must have an author. Tang Liqiao, the wind of the dynasty, has three autumn leaves, which can bloom 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. "Spring Dawn" Tang Libai I woke up in this beautiful spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. "Hunting" Tang Wang Wei Qiang Angle bow, general hunting Wei Cheng.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; The snow and ice melt, and the horseshoe is extraordinarily light. It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon. Tang Lulun, golden arrow eagle head, embroidered silk swallow-tailed flag.
A man stood up and gave a new order. A thousand battalions were shouting. "Farewell to the ancient grass" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain and came and went with the four seasons.
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.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. Every Snow Dwells in Furong Mountain Owner: Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty was far away in Cangshan Mountain at dusk, freezing in the cold, and his house was poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu knows when it will rain and when spring will come.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Farewell to the viceroy, and leave Bo, separated by the wall of Sanqin and the fog of five rivers.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. Untitled Tang Li Shangyin's star last night, the wind last night, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight.
Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
6. Four complete ancient poems describing the wind should be marked by the author's Dynasty Song of the Great Wind-Liu Dafeng started in Yunfei and Wei Jiahai returned to his hometown.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking! Autumn wind words-Han Qiufeng rises, plants and trees fall yellow, and geese return to the south. You have beautiful orchids, beautiful chrysanthemums and beautiful women. You can't forget it.
Pan-built boats to help Fenhe River, wandering around. Flute drums sing, joys and sorrows.
When will you be young? Poems of the North Wind-Cao Zhi, Wei Yang and He Shuofeng. 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.
Flying in the Wind —— The depression in Li Shimin in the Tang Dynasty began to close the floodgates, knocking down the hills and spreading glory. Colorful flowers in the forest and birds singing in the valley.
Clouds and shadows are scattered and water is woven. This song is great, and the whole world knows it very well.
Popular in the North-Li Baitang Candle dragon lives in a cold door with the light on. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger-patterned gold shovel.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
"Two Autumn Winds"-Du Fu's "Autumn Wind Blows Wushan" In the Tang Dynasty, he was imprisoned to repair Shuiguan. Wu Hao was a hundred feet ahead at the beginning, but he was still warm to the gods.
When do you want to leave, stop the halberd. Since the company of Qing Qiang is the teacher of a hundred barbarians, let's fight. China and Pakistan never had good news, but the news spread far and wide.
Autumn wind blows clothes, and the east flows weak in the west. Tianqing Town is full of traffic, and there are few pedestrians on Gushi Road.
I don't know who the bright moon is for. I sail alone in the morning and evening and return at night. I will lean my white hair on the tree, so the garden pool is now right and wrong.
Wings on the Wind —— Wang Bo, Tang Su, Liang Feng, Me and Qing Lin. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.