Poems about cooking smoke in rural areas

1. A poem about smoke from the kitchen chimney

The poem about smoking in the kitchen is 1. What are the poems about smoking in the kitchen?

1, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

Solitary smoke goes straight to the vast desert, and the sunset is round on the endless Yellow River.

2. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke of supper rises from the house. -Wang Wei's Letter to Pei Di from My Cabin in Wangchuan

The sun is going down at the ferry, and the smoke in the village is drifting away.

3, blue sky, yellow leaves; The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. -Fan Zhongyan, "Su Muzhe Nostalgia"

Blue sky, white clouds and yellow leaves, autumn scenery is connected with water waves in the river, which are filled with green and cold smoke.

4. Distant villages, smog in the Yi market. -Tao Yuanming's Return to the Garden

The neighboring village in the distance is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

5. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers in the misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

There are more than 480 ancient temples left over from the Southern Dynasties, and countless terraces are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain.

6. When the trees are straight, Bitiao Creek takes advantage of Qiaowan. -Fan Chengda's "Early Hair under the Bamboo"

The kitchen smoke at the head of the village, shaped like blue ripples, turned a corner at the bridge.

7, smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. -Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai

Haze pervades the vast Han River, and the moon shines on the white sand house.

8. At sunset, candles were passed in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into Wuhou's home. -Han Yi's Cold Food

As night fell, the palace was busy handing out candles, and smoke curled into the homes of princes and nobles.

9. Drive away smoke and find households, and roll the fog out of the mountain. -Wang Bo's Yongfeng

It blows away the smoke in the mountain, sweeps away the fog in the mountain and shows the houses beside the mountain stream.

10, the faint flying bridge is separated by wild smoke, and the fishing boat asks about the west bank of Shijie. -Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek

A Gao Qiao appeared across the clouds, asking about fishing boats on the rocky west bank.

2. What are the poems about "cooking smoke"?

1. Remembering the old friend in Taoyuan

Song luyou

Just like this world. After staying for seventy days, he was ordered to attend Chengdu Murong and left. Before I left, I made a poem about my old friend in Taoyuan.

The sunset is silent and Chai Men is closed. Cooking starts at one o'clock when it smokes. Chickens and dogs are traveling outside the forest. Everyone has a sad meaning.

The old man is old and thrifty. I like this mountain city very much. It depends on it to paint the building often. When will you come back here?

2. Cangtan

Song luyou

The centurion is helping to sing and paddle, and the boat opposite can't talk.

For a moment, people were silent, but they were heard to be turning into two cars.

Oh, my dumb car turned badly, and the boatman was already standing in Shaji.

The misty reed village shines red, and the fisherman is wet after the rain.

Looking back at my hometown, I have been in Qian Shan, and I have passed the first beach where Xia and Shang started.

Teenagers also advocate official entertainment, but when they are old, they know it is difficult to go.

3. Bad days in September

Song luyou

Cooking smoke is lonely, and tired birds return in the cold.

A few trees reflect the cypress, and the heavenly work releases Fan Kuanshan.

4. Late autumn

Song luyou

Clear autumn is a new year, full of red maple and white apples.

In the sea, the old friend's book is broken, and the gull in Tingzhou is blind.

5. Qingping music

Song Shiyue

Water is far away, and smoke is cold across the bank.

Ten miles of weeping willows shake the tender shadows. I woke up worried after drinking.

6. Western Pacific Palace Building

Wang Song Anshi

The grass is growing, and the willows are slanting by the water.

Smoke rises alone at dusk, and I don't know who the fishing net is.

7. "Walking in the snow is sunny."

Qing wangbin

Step on the snow bridge and swim in Meixi Qu. Spring breeze man first breaks the jade on the top of the tree. Every village hut cooks cigarettes at night, so it is more important to find village wine to wear in the hut.

8. "successful summit"

Tangwangxu

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

Levy Peng, return the geese to Wu.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.

When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.

9. Walking Late at Night in the North

Song luyou

Desert villages are far and near, rising in winter and east.

The three-pronged ancient road is in ruins, and a Qingjiang River is in the haze.

Foreign things have been forgotten, and the old man has no companion.

It's cold and lonely, and it's late, and I can see that I'm one year older and poor.

10. "Back to the Garden"

Tao Jin Yuanming

Few people do as the Romans do. Their nature is to love nature.

Fall into the dust net by mistake, thirteen years.

Birds in cages are often attached to the forests of the past, and fish in ponds yearn for the abyss of the past.

Open up wasteland in the south and return to the garden.

There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine straw houses.

Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.

The neighboring village of the neighboring village is faintly visible, and there is smoke in the village.

Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.

The house is clean and miscellaneous, and the virtual room is idle.

Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.

3. Poems containing kitchen smoke

Die Hua Lian (Chen Sanpin)

The west of the city is surrounded by mountains. Duck scales, patting the bank of the pond. A gust of east wind is blowing. Looking at it, I feel the lonely sail in the distance. I hate finding fragrance late. Old mulberry is thick, and farming is everywhere. The blackbird advised officials to drink cheap wine. Cooking cigarettes and listening to reeling in deep alleys.

Shuilongyin (Ugly Courtyard)

The little star shoots low and sparse, and the pillow is still sloppy when it is cold. Cooking smoke entertains the house, people are talking in the next room, and luggage is in front of the shovel. Frost smoothes the bridge, fog fades the grass, and time passes. Saddle alone, cold sleeves full, into the oblique moon, empty mountains. Suggest using the tip of a whip. At the edge of the wine flag, Chai Men closed again. Ink painting, because the wind wants to send, plum blossom Wan Li. The treasure account is full of spring, but it is believed in the dream, and some people are haggard. Come back, don't rely on the new cavity, change your tears and worry about paper.

Zaofa Zhu Xia (Fan Chengda)

After morning makeup, I broke a slight cold and chatted wearily through the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap.

When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking.

Leave Spring Order (High)

The setting sun is low, the bridges are flowing, and the river is flat. Liu Ying smokes, just like Jiang Nanan people. Then the east wind blew the drunk noodles. Ask who cares. Among the flowers, we sang and drank and asked when we would meet again.

Zi Yun Zi Zhan and Shu pray for the harmony of snow, fog and pig spring (Huang Tingjian)

The old farmer was so hungry that he wanted to see four rainy days.

Lin cast a shadow over the baby when he came back, so I couldn't hear the cook not crying.

It's not that every household has no cigarettes, and the silk drools through the spindle.

Make Xue Min tasteless, and cook Artemisia annua with salt.

It is said that claws should invade muscles, and frost will turn green without killing grass.

Lonely ghosts wander in the fog of the western hills, and fat and wine should not be profaned.

It is better to blame Ge Beiyuan than to obey the orders of the Eastern Government.

Doctor Qi, the official of Buzai Temple, exposed himself and fell off a cliff.

Please don't draw heaven, but you will cry when you cross the river.

The raw goose is not dry, and the wind is irrelevant.

A hundred-mile banner sprinkled with jade flowers made you move dragons and snakes.

The old farmer was very happy to have a spring event. He ordered a meal.

Doctor, don't sigh that you are tired from work. Next year, wheat and rice will be reduced.

Baishakou Airport Road (Huangtingjian)

The master saves the beginning and the end, and I manage the system.

The hanging seat is full of wind, such as a strong crossbow.

White sand is put in the mouth, and long reed sees smoke.

A leaf holds the autumn rain, and the Cangjiang River is a hundred feet boat.

On the other hand, who can keep it for many years?

Think about the past and benefit the region and deal with the world.

The avenue is very leisure and nothing is wasted.

Who knows that the eyesight is net, and the old mountains and rivers have changed.

Wuchang Songfengge (Huang Tingjian)

Build a pavilion by the mountain to see Pingchuan and jump into the rafters at night.

I came here with the right meaning.

The old pine has been burly for hundreds of years, and the axe forgave it.

The wind sings fifty strings, and you don't need a bodhisattva spring to wash your ears.

Jia's son is so virtuous that he can't afford a banquet.

The rainy night sings in the corridor until dawn, and you don't return to the monk's felt.

Spring is dry and stone is dry, and mountains and rivers shine for me.

Wild monks can't be hungry for a long time, and there is smoke in the cold current.

Road flyover Dongpo has sunk in the spring. When will Zhang Hou come before him?

Diaoyutai is windy and rainy, you can sleep during the day, and you can watch the seal dragon in one pavilion.

Andrew's body has been released and the ship is carrying all his friends.

Yuzhiyuan (Huang Tingjian)

Xiaoxiang is born in spring, and the wind is like a valley spring.

Through the misty rain, the floc is fine and graceful.

On the famous garden, Zhuge, the back view and the front view.

Ask the people who lived in the past that there is no smoke in the kitchen.

Life must be rich.

The river is clear and rippling.

A hundred years * * * so, Ann Lacrimosa.

It is a good thing that Marquis Chiang Kai-shek is happy.

The car is loaded with flowing bones, and the shoulder is shirked.

Tired of seeing Kong Ren's face, Chou Shi turned into Yan.

I feel like you advised me to get drunk, but I can't help it.

You mess with my eyes, and it's empty.

Action needs people's help, which can be a stone.

Love LeiJunQin, soup to Zhu Xian.

But most people who hate listening to music will die with them.

There is a sin of poetry in life, such as incorrigible.

Today's pain should be corrected, and three troubles should be recovered.

Wang Jiangnan/Yi Jiangnan (Hongshi)

Old age, summer drought and autumn sun. Ten rains and five winds are destiny takes a hand, and doing your best is a disaster. How can a small county be banned? Word Lao Dai, QIA Huilu people. In Tian She, cooking smoke often covers the wild, and residents are forbidden to leave their homes. Zudao is exempt from repair? Grain.

Qinyuanchun (Huang Ji)

When the sun shines through the west window, the guest sleeps and dreams back, and the court is empty. Remember the Haitang Cave, the mud treasure, the shelf, and the oil wall truck. Drunk ink poetry, roses show their weight, flying crows all over the wall. Try to understand, drift with the current and look at the horizon. Half of DOG is steaming. Willows are weeping on both sides of the strait. Then you can relax mink wine, kill spring resentment, measure beads to buy laughter and enjoy the years. Opposite the castle peak, I can't move it, saying that it is no longer bitter with the clouds. Deep in the mountains, when you see the smoke rising again, you know it's another person.

4. Poems about the wind

1. Cigarettes wrapped around Lou Jing Yin Mingtang's I Love Chou-heung 2. Big winds, big winds, big butterflies, trying to understand Xianggong's West Lake 3. The ancient flower civilization and Xianggong's "Xiashan Xiaoqi" 4. Liu Yan's "Folding Willow" on the edge of the windy city 5. Looking at Dongting Lake in the breeze, Ming Dow's former master Qiu Hangba. 9 tangled poems by Ming and Feng Fang. Nengzangwu 10 of Baimenmen in Tang Ling, and Zuorilaidi 1 1 of Weimin in the Seventh Division of Tang Ling Hua. The cool breeze brings forth the bright future: Gao Qi's Poem of Five Fragrant Guiwu Mountain in Gusu Wuwu Mountain 13; Gu Heng's Poem of Tang Zhiyun Rhymes with Jade Words in Qing Dynasty 14; Danghu's Zhuxuan as Ruan Gong 15; Dongfeng's Zhu Xing Ji's Poem of Li Zheng Xiang Shan/. Song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, song, Tang Du Mu's "When I first entered Beijing, I sent the troops to Li Langzhong" 27. Tang Du Mu's Journey to the Country 28. Don, "Give a Dance" 29. Tang Xueneng's Miscellaneous Songs and Yang Liuzhi 30.

5. Sentences describing cooking smoke

As long as you hear Teresa Teng's flowing lyrics, "See the smoke rising again, and the twilight shines on the earth-",you can't help but see plumes of smoke floating in front of you.

Cooking smoke is a cloud rising from a house, a ghost cremated from a firewood stove, and the sound and breath of a village. They have experienced fierce fires, the baptism of dark flue and the filtration without nets, and they are eager to stand out from the chimney and innovate constantly. They are the embodiment of the immortal soul of crops after their hard work for people.

Cooking smoke is so quiet, pure, light and ethereal. Because it has both a simple and gentle side and an extraordinary and elegant side.

On windy days, the smoke in the kitchen is swaying, like a brave warrior. When there is no wind, the kitchen smoke is exquisite and graceful, which is pleasant. "The breeze swallows the oblique" and "there is no smoke without fire", just like a weak scholar. On cloudless days, they are the nearest light-colored clouds floating in the sky, always keeping a close distance from people, and I don't know whether to let people know the weather in order to see the "clouds"; On cloudy days, the existence of kitchen fumes is a bit redundant and unconfident. The wind is light and the clouds are light, just like the wave abandoned by the clouds, more like the small embellishment under the Cloudtail. The redundant feet are redundant, and the sky is just as colorful without it. Therefore, you can think of the smoke in the kitchen as an elegant tassel under Miss Yun's long skirt.

Cooking smoke is not the birth of "the Monkey King", and it is certainly not groundless. "Hate has a head, debt has a master", so there is no need to trace the source. Most of the kitchen smoke in the village is the ghost of crop straw. The fruit of crops is food for human consumption, and its straw absorbs the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon after a season. As an indispensable fuel for people's lives, it can be described as a shining example of dedication to youth and life.

People can learn about the weather (cooking smoke) by observing "clouds". They don't have to look at the color of the smoke carefully. They can know with the naked eye that "dragons give birth to dragons, chickens give birth to chickens", and even know which kitchen smoke is which kind of firewood to raise children by the smell of cooking smoke. "It used to be difficult for the sea to touch water", because all kinds of firewood have the smoke color and smell of all kinds of firewood, especially those who have lived in the countryside, and it is difficult to confuse them.

For a long time, I always thought that the out-of-touch understanding was for people who could not correctly identify kitchen fumes, because where people live, there will be kitchen fumes, which are the gasps and breathing sounds of the village. Where there is no smoke rising, there will be silence. Not the fireworks world, of course. They are immortal, but they are not energetic people. The so-called most prosperous place for human fireworks is this: the villages are set off by the smoke from the kitchen, moving and quiet, highlighting and swaying the leisure and busyness of the world, because they cleverly constitute a simple and vulgar painting of agricultural civilization, and the smoke from the kitchen of a century-old house rises with the sky, which is static and moving, and they are inadvertently combined from time to time. "The combination of golden wind and jade dew will surely win countless people."

Cooking smoke should be the place where people thrive in "The Cowboy refers to Xinghua Village", because where there is cooking smoke, there will be no one. Cooking smoke always looks at sunrise and sunset coldly, ignoring the lack of full moon. It always gives people the kindness of earthly fireworks and the romance beyond earthly life. With the rising of cooking smoke, people's places will melt into a ubiquitous air and an atmosphere that can be close. At this time, cooking smoke will become the living breath and audio-visual of the village, which will make people's hearts, especially those who come back late and travelers, soft and clear, as if they were taken care of by the village and home.

In the morning, the smoke in the kitchen is generally light and light, and it looks light and thin. Delicate and graceful seems to be "the grass color is near but not far"; Cooking smoke at noon, because life has to continue, seems to be straight, and some "the sky is high and the clouds are light", which is fast to say and fast to go; Cooking at night is the best way to show delicious food in the roughness of rural life. "The smoke from the kitchen is curled up by the shepherd." At this time, the family is complete, the colonel's children, travelers far away from home, tired farmers, three meals a day. Of course, they pay most attention to the warmth of dinner. All year round, year after year, even year after year, the smoke in the kitchen keeps coming and going in the rain. The four seasons of cooking smoke are also different, picturesque and different. Cooking smoke in summer, spring and autumn is like breakfast and lunch for farmers. It needs to be simple, simple and exquisite, and generally changes with the seasons. Cooking smoke in winter is like farmers' New Year's Eve dinner, which is very different from other seasons. Smoke more and more when cooking, because coal is burned in winter and firewood is burned in summer.

It's cold in winter, and the smoke on the stove is incoherent and chaotic. In fact, it is also patchwork, orderly in chaos and rough in details. When relatives and friends come, it is human nature to keep warm by cage fire, so not only three meals a day can be covered, but also the arrival of the Lunar New Year. Therefore, it is not normal to smoke one after another and feel ashamed. It is not surprising that life is so colorful and lively that it has simply passed year after year.

The so-called modern and contemporary industrial civilized life under urbanization is actually a false rejection of the most environmentally friendly and recyclable agricultural kitchen smoke in the farming era, and it is also creating a lot of industrial smoke. Don't you see industrial chimneys everywhere? Their kitchen smoke is like a black sword, piercing the blue sky. Their descendants are flourishing and magnificent, and they are unstoppable behemoths that rule rivers. They are definitely not harmonious smoke in fireworks, but they are.

6. What poems or words describe the smoke curling from the kitchen, the food and the environment deep in the mountains?

1. Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. -Tang, He "Singing Willow"

2. Beautiful rivers and mountains in the sunset, flowers and plants with fragrant spring breeze. Swallows fly in the mud and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. -Tang and Du Fu's quatrains.

3. The morning rain on the Acropolis is light and the guest house is green and willow-colored. -Tang, Wang Wei, "Send Yuan 20 Shi An"

4. Two orioles sing green willows and a row of egrets fly to the sky. -Tang and Du Fu's quatrains.

5. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, which is the prophet of warm ducks in spring. -Song and Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River

6. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, and peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"

7. Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot leaves the wall. -Song and Ye Shaoweng's "Gardens Worth a Visit"

8. Win the day and seek the fragrance of Surabaya, and the boundless scenery will be new for a while. -"Spring Day" by Song and Zhu.

9. Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water town is full of fruit wine flags. In the 480 halls of the Southern Dynasties, there were many towers in the misty rain. -Tang and Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

10. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Tang, "Song of Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

1 1. Weicheng is light, dusty and rainy, and the guest house is green and willow. -Tang and Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

12. The spring tide is in Lian Haiping, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. -Tang and Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

7. Poems describing smoke from distant villages in "Returning to Garden House"

"Nanshan plants beans, and the grass is covered with bean sprouts.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night. "Write about his living conditions of going out early and returning late and weeding beans;" Warmth/smoke in yiyiyuan village/market.

Dogs bark/the alley is deep, chickens crow/mulberry trees jump. "I wrote about the quiet and peaceful life in the countryside. The smoke in the kitchen curled up and the dog crowed.

"There are more than ten acres of square houses and eight or nine thatched houses" is a stick figure, which shows the simplicity of the owner's life and writes the simplicity of rural life. The shade of elm willow hangs over the back of the house, and peach blossoms and plum blossoms compete in front of the hall, which makes them plain and gorgeous and interesting. These sentences reveal the author's contented mood.

I also wrote about the beauty of the scenery. "Dogs bark in deep alleys and chickens crow in mulberry trees", which reflects the stillness with motion and sets off the stillness with sound, making the countryside more peaceful and peaceful, expressing the author's love for this kind of life.