What are the poems about the wind?

1, untitled-Li Shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing, and a hundred flowers are blooming.

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! .

2. "When are the spring flowers and the autumn moon"-Li Yu

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past?

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

3. A song of Bai Xue's farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's home.

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

4. The Hut was Blown by Autumn Wind-Du Fu

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.

Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest.

My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.

This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.

What's the point of getting wet all night?

There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!

Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

5, "Yuling Cold"-Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.

Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

6. It's hard for me to go-Li Bai

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

7. 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.

8. Spring Day-Zhu

Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.

9. January Day-Wang Anshi

The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.

The rising sun sheds light on doors of each household, New peachwood charm is put up to replace the old.

10, Dengguazhou-Wang Anshi

Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?

1 1, Farewell to Fude Guyuan Grass-Bai Juyi

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.

12, Sauvignon Blanc, A Climbing Journey-Nalan Xingde

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu.

Night light.

When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through.

There is no such sound in my hometown.