2. Poems and famous sayings praising fire
Poetry about praising the burning of fire 1. Poetry describing and praising fire
On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Wu Jiaji's bald stove is a low straw house, next to the salt fire in June.
It is a cool moment to go out on a hot day. Li He sheared the wings, the eagle tilted, and the brocade root jade swirled.
Autumn hangs makeup millet, and arrows nail asparagus. Baboons cry deep bamboo. ? Old wet sand.
Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China. God string witch Li He, pour wine all over the sky, jade furnace charcoal fire incense.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind. Acacia wood gilding and love dancing, moths to the fire.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling. In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were 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. 8. After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
2. Poems about fire
Xin Qiji-Jade Case
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"
3. Poetry describing fire.
Poetry describing fire
1. Six songs (Li Bai)
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. 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. With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu 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 Bank (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.
3. 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?
4. Write a poem about fire
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were 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.
fire
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
Poetry praising fire: 1. Poetry about fire.
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were 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. Poetry describing and praising fire
On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Wu Jiaji's bald stove is a low straw house, next to the salt fire in June.
It is a cool moment to go out on a hot day. Li He sheared the wings, the eagle tilted, and the brocade root jade swirled.
Autumn hangs makeup millet, and arrows nail asparagus. Baboons cry deep bamboo. ? Old wet sand.
Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China. God string witch Li He, pour wine all over the sky, jade furnace charcoal fire incense.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind. Acacia wood gilding and love dancing, moths to the fire.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling. In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
God was angry with God because he liked his teacher and gave him a ride back to Qingshan. Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they were 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. 8. After three months of war, a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
3. Famous sayings or poems about fire and light
Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, always bright. Xiaochu Nv
People who are full of joy and fighting spirit will always welcome lightning and sunshine with joy. -Huxley
Hope is attached to existence, where there is existence, there is hope, and hope is light. -Lu Xun
The Flame Mountain is hotter in June, and the Red Crossing is afraid of pedestrians. Cen Can
The sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road. -Bai Juyi
At sunrise, the river is redder than fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. Richie
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. -Yu Qian
Warm embrace the stove fire, idle scratch white hair. -Bai Juyi
The ashes of the fire have died and the leaves have been sparse for ten days. -Bai Juyi
A new passenger ship came from North Korea, and the lake was a clean spring scenery. -Du Fu
At first glance, the fire cloud seems to be extinguished, and the dawn angle wants to be slightly brighter. -Du Mu
Back in the middle of the fire, the troops began to pursue. Chen Ziang
4. Poetry praising fire
Modern Poetry Warren Wang (1) Flame was born because of loneliness. Let the flames rise! The tongue of fire tells its own story. Flame gives birth to inner flame because of loneliness. Beer tastes bitter. The wind outside the window makes people feel numb. The face in the mirror is isolated, as if the ashes of the shadow wandering in the fire are cold, so I give up helplessly. Leave it and the flame will go out! The tongue of fire has told all the stories. 2009-8- 15 (2) deviated from divination. The sun is either born or dies. Could it be you? The hot, hot and sizzling barbecue effectively destroyed everything, and the mediocre life covered by lead clouds is gone forever! Burn it! Never! Inscription: I spent almost a day watching the Second Axis Age. I doubt that the river will flow. The mask of clock change solidified on two picky beards. Thinking points to the inner hole, and the mechanical lonely gear drives me to turn from east to west and from south to north. One day, I understood what learning is and what truth is. Truth is to learn many fallacies before mastering the truth! Mencius said nourishing qi, and Zhu said that the accumulated books are full of sunshine and dust, like a barren land waiting for dawn (fire)! Burn it! Never! 2009-8- 10 (4) Several fires, I wandered on the fire at sunset by the lake. The golden leaves and the children's laughter time flowed little by little. I picked up a lotus in a boat and said pure land. I said that several times, the dust caught fire in the night sky, the stars fell and the water in the pool rippled. The drowsiness of life woke up again. The pair stared at the broken sunset fire, which was blown away by the evening wind. How deep is the fire? No more complaints, no more hope or despair, no more wind and rain to stop this burning forest and my heart! (5) Fire I know who I am when I can still touch it with my hands. Seeds left in the land will sprout and flowers will bloom. The sun was once called the god of heating, praising the sun. Fire in the dark picks dark flowers to sow and survive. Oh, burns! Fuoco! Burn it, life in bonsai! In order to find a possible way, find a burning fire of life! Burning the earth in the darkness of life will also burn the skin, and flowers will always fall when burning.
5. Words describing fire
On a cold night, Du Leike came to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Li He sheared the wings, the eagle tilted, and the brocade root jade swirled.
Autumn hangs makeup millet, arrow? Nail asparagus. Baboons cry deep bamboo, old wet sand.
Palace officials burn wax fire, and embers fly to pollute lead China. God string witch Li He, pour wine all over the sky, jade furnace charcoal fire incense.
Poseidon Shan Gui came to his seat, and the paper money rustled like a whirlwind. Acacia wood is gilded with gold and dances, and moths throw a heavy bomb to the fire.
Calling stars and ghosts for cups and plates makes people feel chilling. In the end, the south sun is low and the bay is flat, and the immortals grow harmoniously.
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. The sand head knocks on Shi Huo, and the bamboo pole burns the fishing boat.
Lonely sunset in Qi Fei, autumn fire * * * the sky remains unchanged. Fried rice is harvested in early summer, while sea pepper blooms in late spring.
The firefly gradually turned off its fire and wound its weft to push the machine. When I think of brocade, I hold a pedestrian suit.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.