A poem or article about fire.

1. Poems about fire 1. Wildfire never completely devoured them, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze.

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. Write a poem about fire 1. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they are tall again in the spring breeze.

2, get up and look at Nanshan, the mountain will burn the mountain.

4. Shatou knocks on Shi Huo, burning bamboo and lighting fishing boats.

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.

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dance

There is no music as a seed.

You can sprout in the wind.

Like a grand festival, it is fixed.

Only raised arms

Write the name of a country.

Fire means brilliant and energetic movement.

A symbol of life, revised again and again.

The moment I came out of loneliness.

Then the shining heart was reborn. Bang!

The cold end is dotted with stars.

But in the agitation, the radiation surged and the thunder rumbled.

Fire means that brave people erupt in pain.

Swing in the howling north wind.

Leaving only a small pile of ashes.

What is given to the newcomers is the enlightenment of faith.

Open your eyes and see! Brought the light he refined with a kind of destruction

3. 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"

4. The poem about fire is finished 1.

When I went out to meet the fire companions, I was both surprised and busy: I spent twelve years together, but I didn't know Mulan was a girl.

Mulan Poetry/Mulan Ci in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

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After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.

The Hope of Spring Tang Du Fu

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Wild trails and clouds are all black, and rivers and boats are bright.

"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Don Du Fu

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Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Qing Yu Anyuan Xi Song Xinqiji

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Yesterday, the neighbor asked for a new fire, and the window was separated from the desk lamp by a layer.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Yucheng, Wang Song

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Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Grass/Fu De Gu Yuan Grass Farewell to Tang Bai Juyi

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A thousand hammers cut the mountain, and the fire burns like a fool.

Poetry of Lime Money

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His face was covered with dust and fireworks, his temples were gray and his fingers were black.

Tanren Tang Bai Juyi

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Forty-three years, watching, I still remember that the fire was on Yangzhou Road.

Yongyu Le Jing Kou Gu Beiting Nostalgia Song Xin Qi Ji

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Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; At sunrise, the river is redder than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue.

Tang Bai Juyi's Three Memories of Jiangnan

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Frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing fire, worrying about sleep.

A night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang Night Park Tang Zhangji

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This is the night for men to study.

Don Yan Zhenqing's Poems to Encourage Learning

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The bonfire shines in Xijing, and my heart is uneven.

Join the army Tang yangjiong

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There is no fire. It's time to try on new makeup. It's good to be three years old in China.

Song Wanyong, Three Episodes of Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival

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A jack-o'-lantern was lit in the dark room, and the spring courtyard was closed and dark.

Song Zhengqi, Wen Song and Tian Xiang

5. Motherly love is a huge flame. French thinker and writer 19 15 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate romain rolland.

Nothing is more spectacular than flames. The famous words of British writer Seth Johnson

The sun will shoot blood beads and the wind will burn people.

See Tang Bai Juyi's "Shan Shiliu sends Yuan Jiu". The main idea of these two sentences is: pomegranate blossoms, as if the sun shines on blood cells, and the red is about to drip; The swaying pomegranate flowers are like flames rolling in the wind, burning people fiercely. Metaphor and synaesthesia are used to highlight the vivid red color of Shan Shiliu.

Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "Shan Shiliu sends Yuan Jiu"

Enthusiasm, carelessly, is the flame of self-immolation. Lebanese poet, writer and painter Ji Bolun.

What in this world can extinguish the flame of anger in your heart? Chinese good voice player Yu Chengqing Chengqing mentor team Wang Yunyi

Love is the flame of life, without which everything becomes night. French thinker and writer 19 15 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate romain rolland.

The flame of hope is extinguished in my heart, leaving only brown loneliness.

Love is the flame and inspiration of creativity, which makes the torch of hard work burn brightly. The love of American writer Wei Porterson is the flame and inspiration of creation.

Horses will lead the way, and cows will show us how to burn the inner flame. Gypsy

As soon as the flame in the blood burns, the strongest oath is equal to straw. Shakespeare, English Renaissance playwright and poet.

Young people's eyes are burning with flames, while old people's eyes are shining. Verlian

Human genius is just a spark. If you want it to be a burning flame, only study! Study! Gorky, former Soviet writer

Telling the truth is what people need. It burns the filth and mediocrity in people's hearts with the flame of shame. Long live the truth! Gorky, former Soviet writer

In passion, the flame of the soul has enough power to melt all kinds of materials that trigger genius in one furnace. Famous sayings about flame 19 th century French writer Stendhal

When the heat of passion is exhausted and the cold winter comes, can amorous feelings take the place of flame to keep warm and eyes take the place of food to satisfy hunger? Li Sen Ralph

What people are pursuing is just to see "new things" appear at the top of the flame that destroys "old things" in an incomparably magnificent manner. Indian poet, writer, philosopher, Tagore, 19 13 Nobel Prize in Literature winner.

Love is like a flame, it can't continue to exist without constant exercise. Once it stops hope and fear, its life will also stop. French writer laroche Foucault

Oh, wine, God knows when you absorbed the forgotten flame of the sun, which has survived thousands of years of darkness. Tennyson, an English poet, famously said "flame"

In the brave cry of Haiyan, there is a yearning for the storm. In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.

6. There is a complete poem about fire 1. When I go out to meet my fire companions, they are both surprised and busy: I have been traveling together for 12 years, and I didn't know Mulan was a girl. Mulan Poetry/Mulan Poetry in the Northern and Southern Dynasties 2 After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold. Tang Du Fu's Three Wild Trails are full of dark clouds, and Jiangchuan Duhuo. Don Du Fu suddenly turned back, but the man suddenly turned back. Small window powder and desk lamp "Tomb-Sweeping Day" Yucheng 6 wildfire did not completely burn them down, but they grew tall again in the spring breeze "Grass/Fuguyuan Grass Farewell". Tang Baijuyi came out of the mountain with 70,000 hammers. If it burns, Qian 8 is full of dust and fireworks, and his temples are gray and his fingers are black. Tang Bai Juyi saw it in 943, and still remember that Yangzhou Road was on fire. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Tang Bai Juyi 1 1 On a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept. A night berth near Fengqiao/a night sleep in Fengjiang, with lights on at night in Ji 12, is the true feelings of boys when they study. I am proud of "Join the Army". Tang Yang Jiong 14 is forbidden to fire, and I am already trying on new makeup. Three points are good. Song Si Wan Yong 15 of Three Episodes Reflecting Records on Qingming Festival, and Song Zhengqi Wen Tianxiang was closed in the Spring Academy.

7. The poem describing fire comes from Jibeimen Travel (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.

Go 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?

8. Extract ancient poems about fire and write a good sentence. Vast Water Plants is a poem in Farewell to Ancient Grass by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

"Farewell to Cao Yuan" is an exam-oriented exercise, which is said to have been written by Bai Juyi when he was sixteen. Fu Degu bid farewell to the vast grass on Bai Juyi grassland (Tang Dynasty) 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. Fire Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Original: Chushan experienced the fire of the moon, and drought was an example.

Old customs burn dragons, and panic causes thunderstorms. Explosion charm and crying, collapse and freezing blue and cloudy. Lolo is boiling, and its roots are eternal.

The green forest is grey, and there is no place for clouds. The night is particularly deep, and the new autumn shines on Niu Girl.

The wind blew a huge flame, and the river rose with smoke. Hidden customs burn Kunlun, and the pillars are illuminated.

It's fishy. It's a long snake, barking at the tiger. Holy things soar, without stone and soil.

Ning Er wants to slander in order to get close to bullying. Commissioner Bo is worried about officials and is very ignorant of the essence.

Whoever moves away and lets it out is afraid of blocking the ring. Lying sweating in Jiangting is even more unfathomable.

After the Fire of Kanluoji (Luo Yin) The victory of the Six Dynasties has passed, and there are still people waiting for it. I only know that ghosts and gods can protect things, but I don't know that dragons are ashes.

The rhinoceros thinks that the water room is muddy and shameful, and Yan says that Wu Gong Fei is a disaster. I still know Pingquan, so I'll just wait. My life track is better than that of Ta.

"Xianghe lyrics?" Noda's Huangque Tour (Li Bai) was not promoted by Yanzhou Cui, and it was not close to Wu. The fire in the Wu Palace burned the nest, and Yanzhou was snared by Cui.

What if there is an eagle under Artemisia bipinnata in the depression? "Watching Wildfire in Daozhou" (Lu Wen) The south wind blows fire and the flame burns Chuze.

Sunny night, cloudy night red. If the place is swept by a coma, it will be like an electric shock when it comes.

How do you distinguish between Xiaolan and Emerald? Insects and snakes are rotten, and tigers are driven away.

All the accumulated dirt was removed and the gas began to melt the liquid. When Yao was honored, Yu Jiasi made a mark.

All over the world, he He Ying shows off two different kinds of wheat. There is a Beijing song at home, but there is no gully.

What burns like work is enlightenment, which will benefit in the end. "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival: Hundreds of New Fires" (Han Zhuo) Zhu Qi handed a red candle, and the chef gave it to a near minister.

Look at the fire on the ecliptic and the smoke around the elm tree. Glory is another day, and grace is this morning.

Adjust Jinding diet to warm Yutang people. There are thousands of fires and thousands of wells.

We should pity fireflies for gathering at night and looking east. The poem describing fire is 1. Six songs under the plug (Li Bai) Tianshan five In the snow, no flowers and cold.

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 the sky. 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.

The moon is shadowed by the bow, and the frost 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 (Li Bai), Lu Zhen is in the wilderness and Hu is brilliant. 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 is restless and flies according to the heart of the sword.

Push the hub out of the fierce, even the flag to 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. Why does going north (Li Bai) suffer from going north? The northern margin is Taihang. 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?

From Poetry:/Cao Bai Juyi: Wildfires burn them endlessly, and they rise again in the spring breeze's a night-mooring near maple bridge; Zhang Ji: On a cold night, Jiang Feng's fishing fire makes him sleepy; Yuan Jie: Taxpayer after the bandits retired: You make people whispering, just like creatures frying on fire. Li qi, listening to dong playing the flute: the ancient garrison is cold and the wild snow is heavy. Han Yuyan: The monk said that the ancient wall Buddha was well painted. He showed me a lamp, and I called them wonderful Han Yu. Stopped in a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I carved this poem on the tower. For this one, in the south ruled by fire, signs of evil are widespread, and heaven has given sacred power to appoint it as a nobleman. Han Yu. Shigu song Washed by rain, baked by the sun, burned by wildfire, guarding ghosts. So the shepherd boy drums to make a fire, and the cows polish their horns on it, and no one treats them reverently? Normal University: Ge Yanxing: Until their captain gave the order to pull a feather in the sand sea, 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: A song by a girl in Luoyang: His nine soft lights went out, nine flying flowers, and the wind at dawn just stirred. Du Fu: Hope of Spring: After three months of war, a letter from home is worth thousands of dollars. Meng Haoran: Qingming Banquet at Meidaochang: Danzao fires first. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman's great wall. Wang Wei: I stayed in Wangchuan for a long time: the forest stored rain, the smoke came slowly, and the quinoa was steamed and boiled. Li Shangyin: Sui Palace: Fireflies have gone and left the place where the wind blows, but they are still in the weeping willows, and crows roost 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: staying at Fengqiao overnight: the moon sets in frost, and Jiang Feng catches fire. Two or three fires are in Guazhou. Bai Juyi, who plays with snow, loves fire and snow all his life. The fire broke out in late spring, and the snow in jathyapple was cloudy. Goose feathers fall in succession, and animal charcoal knocks at the beginning. It is full of white salt and cold, and the furnace is full of ruby heat. It is appropriate to move the cup slightly and gradually lead to music. However, I don't know the source of joy, but I don't know the season of leading a drunken life. Catkin is piled on the silver plate, and the sleeves are chipped. * * Panic triggers a thunderstorm. It burst into tears and the blue sky collapsed. Roots are all age. The green forest turns to ashes, and the clouds have nowhere to live. At night, cows and girls shine. The wind blew a huge flame and the river blew a column of smoke. Customs burn Kunlun, and the pillars are full of light. The smell is scorching.