Poetry with fire

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

2. Send ancient grass to bid farewell to Bai Juyi Tang.

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.

3. Yan Zhenqing Tang, exhortation poem.

Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.

Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.

4. "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Du Fu

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.

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.

5. Jade case Yuan Xin Qiji Song

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

6. Night parking near Zhangfeng Bridge

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

7. Candle Luo Tangye

The warm red flame burns for a while, and the end of the month begins.

I hate blue hall's night farewell, like tears.

8. A piece of advice for my friend

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?

Living in the mountains is a king's business.

The door of the hedge is closed, looking at the oblique sunlight in the evening.

Crane perches on the surrounding pine trees, and tourists are left in cold and sparse places.

The bamboo knot has added a new layer of powder, and the old lotus leaf is red and red.

Fishing boats on the ferry are shuttling little by little, and there are people coming and going everywhere.

In the dark, we light an oil lamp, which not only illuminates the surroundings, but also warms our hearts. On a cold night, we have a charcoal fire. Fire, like a kind of hope, not only drives away the hungry wolves for us, but also points out the way forward for us.

Once upon a time, reading "Looking back suddenly, that person is there, the lights are dim" not only reminds us of the past; I don't know where, we read that "the face is covered with dust and fireworks, the temples are gray and the fingers are black." Because we want to miss my parents who gave birth to me and raised me, we can't help but cry and feel deeply. When we recite a song "Make it at sunrise, the red river is greener than the fire, and the river is blue when spring comes", that kind of happy mood will also make us sing aloud.

Fire is a hope, a symbol and a totem. It brings people light and makes them feel enterprising. Poets love to express their love with fire, describe their passion for nature with fire, and compare their confidence in the future with fire.