In poetry, everything is beautiful. Birds and beasts, flowers, birds, insects and fish, they all have a beautiful name.
And the wind is no exception. When you read the poems, you will know how beautiful the wind is.
The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up beaded curtains.
——Du Mu’s “Farewell”
I don’t know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling.
——Cui Hu’s “Tiducheng Nanzhuang”
Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed the tall buildings alone, looking out to the end of the world.
——Yan Shu’s “Butterfly Love Flowers, Sill Chrysanthemum, Sorrowful Smoke, Orchid Weeping Dew”
I want to get wet with apricot flower rain, blowing Face is not cold willow wind.
——Zhi Nan’s Quatrains
The bright moon and the breeze, the thick smoke and dark rain, the heavenly religion is haggard and graceful.
——Li Qingzhao’s “Dolly: Chanting White Chrysanthemum”
Sometimes there will be long winds and waves, and the sails will be hung straight to the sea.
——Li Bai’s “Difficulty Traveling, Part 1”
Light rain comes from the east, and good wind goes with it.
——Tao Yuanming’s “Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Part 1”
Last night the stars and the wind last night, the west side of the painting building is in the east of Guitang.
——Li Shangyin’s “Untitled: Last Night Stars and Last Night Wind”
The spring breeze is on the south bank of the green river, when will the bright moon shine on me?
——Wang Anshi’s “Mooring the Boat on Guazhou”
I know the east wind, and there is always spring.
——Zhu Xi’s “Spring Day”
Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao and yellow leaves close the window,
Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
——Nalan Xingde’s “Huanxi Sand”
The south wind knows my intentions and blows dreams to Xizhou.
——”Xizhou Song”
The sky is clear and the air is clear, and the wind is gentle.
——Wang Xizhi’s “Orchid Pavilion Collection Preface”
Distant Xiu came out of the mountains to revive the dusk, and the wind and rain lightened the shade.
——Li Qingzhao “Huanxisha·Small courtyard leisure window is deep in spring”
Besides the snow, the forest winds through the bedclothes.
——Jia Dao’s “Send Zou Mingfu to Tour Lingwu”
The new wind is easy to destroy.
——Cui Daorong’s “Plum Blossom”
After the Chongyang Festival, the west wind gradually tightened, and the leaves in the courtyard were crowded.
——Yan Shu’s “Youth Tour: After Chongyang”
The crystal curtain moved and the breeze was blowing, and the roses were full of incense in the courtyard.
——Gao Pian’s “Summer in the Mountain Pavilion”
Nanpu is sad and sad, and the west wind curls in autumn.
——Bai Juyi’s “Farewell to Nanpu”
No one knows this meaning, the song is full of curtain wind.
——Chen Yuyi’s “Linjiang Immortal, Gao Yong Chu Ci Rewards the Noon Day”
Spring City is full of flying flowers, cold food, east wind and willow slanting.
——Han Hong’s “Cold Food”
When the autumn wind rises, the white clouds fly, and the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return to the south.
——Liu Che’s “Autumn Wind”
The breeze and bright moon are left unattended, and the south building is blindly cool.
——Huang Tingjian’s “Books in the South Tower of Ezhou”
The red tears drooped, and the spring breeze was all over the eyes.
——Nalan Xingde’s “Collection of Sangzi: Wrong Time”
Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, Xiaofeng and the last moon.
——Liu Yong’s “Rain Lingling · Chilling Cicadas”
With the strength of the good wind, send me to the blue sky.
——Cao Xueqin’s “Linjiang Immortal · Catkins”
The bright moon leaves the branches startling the magpies, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night.
——Xin Qiji’s “Moon on the West River: Walking on the Yellow Sand Road at Night”
Thousands of miles of yellow cloud and white sun, the north wind blows wild goose and snow.
——Gao Shi’s “Farewell to Dong Da’s Second Song”
The west wind blew the old Dongting waves, making Xiangjun grey hair overnight.
——Tang Wenru’s “Title of Qingcao Lake in Longyang County”
The long wind sends autumn wild geese over a thousand miles.
——Li Bai’s “Xuanzhou Xieyu Tower Farewell to the School Book Shuyun”
The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass and trees are swaying and dew. Shuang,
Qunyan resigned to Hu Nanxiang.
——Cao Pi’s “Yan Ge Xing Two Songs, Part One”
The lotus wind sends fragrance, and the bamboo dew drips clear.
——Meng Haoran’s “Summer South Pavilion Huaixin Da”
The warm wind smothered the tourists and made Hangzhou as Bianzhou.
——Lin Sheng’s “Ti Lin’an Mansion”
The drizzle fishes out, the breeze swallows slanting.
——Du Fu’s “Two Songs to Dispatch the Heart on the Water Threshold”
The river in front of the Huangshi Pagoda is in the east, and the spring is lazy and leaning on the breeze.
——Du Fu’s “Looking for Flowers by the River, The Fifth”
How much hate is the west wind, it can’t blow away the eyebrows.
——Nalan Xingde’s “Linjiang Xian·Hanliu”
The autumn wind is the most nosy thing, red maple leaves and white heads .
——Zhao Yi’s “Wild Steps”
The east wind is sweeping across the Sogo, and the fragrant mist is empty and the moon turns the corridor.
——Su Shi’s “Begonia·Dongfeng Winding Pan Sogo”
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. Wei Jia Hai came back to his hometown.
Ander warriors guard the Quartet!
——Liu Bang’s “Gale of the Wind”
Tingting Mountain was pine, and there was a stroke in Sese Valley.
——Liu Zhen’s “Gift to the Servant Brother”
The drizzle and the slanting wind make Xiaohan. Light smoke sparse Liu Mei sunny beach.
——Su Shi’s “Huanxi Sand”
Green bamboo hats, green scallops, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return.
——Zhang Zhihe’s “Fisher Song”
< p>A slight wind and waves, scattered like a river full of stars.
——Zha Shenxing’s “The Book of the Night”
The warm rain, the clear wind, and the early breaking of the frost, the willow eyes and plum cheeks, have been Feel the spring.
——Li Qingzhao’s “Butterfly Loves Flowers”
Hugh said that the perch is worthy of the sea, and the westerly winds, the season eagle will not return?
——Xin Qiji’s “Shuilongyin·Dengjiankang Appreciating the Heart Pavilion”
Lingling on the seven strings, listen to the wind chill of the pine.
——Liu Changqing’s “Listening to Playing the Piano”
On a sunny day, the warm wind generates wheat gas, and the green shade and quiet grass are better than flowers.
——Wang Anshi’s “Early Summer Is an Event”
The wind blows my heart, and the Xianyang tree hangs in the west.
——Li Bai’s “Jinxiang Sending Weiba to Xijing”
When the cool wind rises at the end of the day, what is the meaning of a gentleman.
——Du Fu’s “Li Bai at the End of the Sky”
Dark wind blows Haili from the sky, and the east of Zhejiang is raining over the river.
——Su Shi’s “Heavy Rain in Youmeitang”
The moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and sad.
——Xie Lingyun’s “Twilight”
Beacon Fire City West Hundred-foot Building, the evening is unique in the wind and autumn.
——Wang Changling’s “Seven Songs from the Army”
There is a love wind, the tide comes and ruthlessly sends the tide back.
——Su Shi’s “Eight Tones of Ganzhou·Shi Shen Liao Zi”
The spring breeze does not lift the ban on poplar flowers, throwing people in the face in confusion .
——Yan Shu’s “Traveling on the Sha, The Path is Red”
Wanfeng Courtyard at the beginning of the fall. Light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse.
——Li Qingzhao’s “Huanxisha, buns hurt in spring and carefree more combing”
The turbulent wind blows the hibiscus water, and the dense rain slants Xueli Wall.
——Liu Zongyuan’s “Liuzhou City Tower and Zhangting and Sealing the Four States”
The warm sun and wind in the spring mountains, the curtains of the Langan pavilion, and the willow swing courtyard.
——Bai Pu’s “Tianjingsha·Spring”
After getting drunk, the cool wind blows and dances back.
——Li Bai’s “Climbing to Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve”
The east wind blows the rain over the green hills, but the grass is leisurely.
——Lu Lun’s “Chang’an Spring Hope”
The golden wind is delicate. Ye Yewutong pendant.
——Yan Shu’s “Qing Ping Le · Jin Feng Xi Xi”
It’s too late to sing, the sad wind rises day and night Jiang Sheng .
——Wei Xi’s “Deng Yuhuatai”
The spring breeze leans against the city of Daohelu, and the water country is cold and cloudy in spring.
——Liu Changqing’s “Farewell to Yan Shiyuan”
The autumn wind is bleak, and the flood waves are surging.
——Cao Cao’s “Viewing the Sea”
