2. Jade Light Poetry
Poetry about fire and light 1. A famous saying or poem about fire and light
Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, always bright.
-Xiao Chunv people, full of joy and fighting spirit, always welcome thunder and sunshine with joy. Huxley wants to be attached to existence. Where there is existence, there is hope, and hope is light.
-Lu Xun volcano should be hotter in June, and pedestrians at Chiting intersection are absolutely out. -Cen Can, the sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road.
-Bai Juyi, at sunrise, the river is more red than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi, going up the mountain to watch the bonfire during the day and drinking horses at dusk.
-Li Haoqian hammers out of the mountains, and the fire burns idle. -Yu Qian warmly embraced the stove fire and scratched his white hair.
-Bai Juyi is easy to kill, and the leaves are sparse. -Bai Juyi, a passenger ship with new fire and new smoke, a clean lake.
-Du Fu's fire cloud seems to be dying out at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. -Du Mu tempered and advanced, and chased after.
Chen Ziang.
2. 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
3. Poems about fire and light
Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, always bright.
-Xiao Chunv people, full of joy and fighting spirit, always welcome thunder and sunshine with joy. Huxley wants to be attached to existence. Where there is existence, there is hope, and hope is light.
-Lu Xun volcano should be hotter in June, and pedestrians at Chiting intersection are absolutely out. -Cen Can, the sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road.
-Bai Juyi, at sunrise, the river is more red than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi, going up the mountain to watch the bonfire during the day and drinking horses at dusk.
-Li Haoqian hammers out of the mountains, and the fire burns idle. -Yu Qian warmly embraced the stove fire and scratched his white hair.
-Bai Juyi is easy to kill, and the leaves are sparse. -Bai Juyi, a passenger ship with new fire and new smoke, a clean lake.
-Du Fu's fire cloud seems to be dying out at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. -Du Mu tempered and advanced, and chased after.
-Chen Ziang, I hope it can help you.
4. 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"
5. There are 10 poems about fire.
Zhang Hu: At a banquet at Taoist Mei's house: Shigu Song.
Tears streamed down his face. He brought me a lamp and showed it to me. I called them wonderful. No one dealt with them devoutly. God gave him divine power and granted him a companion: "An ancient battle song". The new autumn shines on the cow and girl, but the crows are still weeping at dusk. Luo Luo is boiling, loving fire and snow, and the river is curling up.
Full of white salt and cold feet, nine little flying flowers: on a bright day, we went up the mountain and scanned the sky for the torch of war. Han Yu.
A long snake with a fishy smell. Li Shangyin, the ghost guardian is annoyed [because] Oh, Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping.
Meng Haoran: Cold night: Sui Palace, gradually happy, spring breeze night berthing beside the Maple Bridge is high, shocking and thunderous: I will stay in Wangchuan after the rain clears. Guan Bo's official worry: On the evening of ebb tide, Jiang Feng's fishing fire tied him to sleep in the slanting moon by the river. After the bandit retreated, he said to the tax collector: there is a ray of green in an old bottle, and two or three fires are Guazhou.
Du fu. Zuyong.
Whoever moves far away will put it out. It's a handful of ashes, and a piece of news from hometown is worth a ton of gold.
But knowing the source of happiness, the light is beautiful. Worried about tomorrow's auction: night parking near Fengqiao.
Catkin piled up on a silver plate. The hunting fire of Tatar Chief Wang Wei flashed, collapsed and frozen along the Wolf Mountain.
The sacred objects soared. Ning Er wants to slander, and the beast charcoal knocks at the beginning.
Fire is La Tian Chun's grass, and Bai Juyi growled at the tiger. The mountains and clouds are like the chairman of the Great Wall: Xing: Draw a Buddha on the old wall, the monk said, and then bid farewell: A suggestion to my friend Liu: Hope for spring: torch invades the moonlight of barbarians, who will be afraid of blocking the environment: this one, in the south ruled by fire, the signs of evil are common, and in the yellow dusk we water our horses at the border: fireflies have now disappeared. Everyone has left the wind and frost grass, who will take drought as an example: a song by a girl in Luoyang is full of ruby fever, which threatens the environment. The wind blows with flames, and the wilderness is covered with newly flying snow: wildfires never completely engulf them: the forest stores rainwater, the smoke comes slowly, and the peach trees are in bud! Like a creature frying on a fire, there is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
Bai Juyi likes to play with fire and snow all his life: the cold fire in the old battlefield is now gray on the old fortress, and he doesn't know the essence of the Lord very much and has nowhere to go. Bai Juyi: Frosty night: washed by rain, scorched by the sun, and burned by wildfire: until their captain in the sand sea gave the order with feathers.
Invisible customs burn Kunlun. This evening is impressive.
So the shepherds beat drums for fire, and the cows polished their horns on the drums. The snow in jathyapple was cloudy, but there was no stone or soil. Old customs burn dragons, deeper.
Goose feathers are falling: the wind at dawn just stirred when his nine soft lights went out, and I don't know when I was drunk. Li Qi: After three months of war.
Sweating in Jiangting: What kind of flame is his gold crucible: At Nanjing Ferry. Han Yu.
Zhang Ji. Wang Wei, steamed quinoa and boiled millet, Fu Dong.
Du Fu's Chu Mountain experienced the moon fire, and its roots are eternal: I stopped at a temple in Hengshan Mountain and wrote this poem on the gatehouse. Why don't you have some? Gao Shi: Wang Jimen.
Let's talk about Dong playing the flute. "。 Han Yu's rock and roll.
6. Poems with light or fire
Life should be like a candle, burning from the top to the end, always bright.
-Xiao Chunv people, full of joy and fighting spirit, always welcome thunder and sunshine with joy. Huxley wants to be attached to existence. Where there is existence, there is hope, and hope is light.
-Lu Xun volcano should be hotter in June, and pedestrians at Chiting intersection are absolutely out. -Cen Can, the sun is like fire, and the next moment is Wan Li Road.
-Bai Juyi, at sunrise, the river is more red than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as the south. -Bai Juyi, going up the mountain to watch the bonfire during the day and drinking horses at dusk.
-Li Haoqian hammers out of the mountains, and the fire burns idle. -Yu Qian warmly embraced the stove fire and scratched his white hair.
-Bai Juyi is easy to kill, and the leaves are sparse. -Bai Juyi, a passenger ship with new fire and new smoke, a clean lake.
-Du Fu's fire cloud seems to be dying out at the beginning, and the dawn corner wants to be dim. -Du Mu tempered and advanced, and chased after.
Chen Ziang.
7. Poems with lights
Xin Qiji's Jade Case
At night, thousands of trees bloom in the east wind and stars are everywhere. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix moves, jade pots shine, and fish dragons dance all night.
When I looked back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Yan Zhenqing of Persuasion
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.
Night berth near Zhangjifeng 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.
Ouyang Xiu, the original proofreader Yuan
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
Wang Anshi (the lights have been collected in the first half of the first month) The lights have been collected in the first half of the first month, and the flowers in Shannan are chaotic. It is said that the pavilion is full of fresh water, riding a dollar and crossing the cloud to find a playmate. But the monk's bed is covered with curtains, and the spring breeze is warm in the rock valley. As soon as I let go and worried, I blew away my dream, but it was still too short to see the west window.
8. Poems about firelight
Miscellaneous Lamps (Xie Tiao in Northern and Southern Dynasties)
It turns green in the oblique current. The treasure is hidden on the mountain peak.
Fairy palm with stem. They are as clever as Candle dragon.
Moths go round and round. Light flowers are four or five times heavier.
Miss the night alone. Empty photos, dancing clothes, sewing.
Autumn Lantern (Wang Tangjian)
The wall is warm and leisurely, Luo Wei is cold and silent.
Looking obliquely at the blue mountain map, there are stones between the pines.
Watching the lights for fifteen nights (Don Lu Zhao Lin)
Jin Li Xiang Yan, the early years of Lan.
The color is far, and the light is far.
After the fall of China people's suspected star, the building was like a hanging moon.
Don't have a thousand smiles, come and show off nine branches.
Watching the lights (Zhang Tang Xiao Yuan)
Hundreds of thousands of people have candlelight and see red makeup at the door.
Singing bells are louder, the night is deeper, and the streets of Luoqi are dusty.
Stars don't rise from the sky, and lotus flowers don't shine in the water.
Baochai suddenly lost Maduo, still beside the Ming Dynasty Road.
Deng Yongqiang (Tang Libian)
A little clarity is worth thousands of dollars, but once it is opened, it is afraid of the invasion of cold air.
If the host is also diligent in provocation, he dares to show his undivided attention to respect.
Deng (Tang Zhenggu)
The rain hasn't stopped dripping on the terrace. Cold light hates rain.
On the boat, I heard geese staying in the cave and there were flies under the bed.
It's sad not to pick red embers.
Small Sao cold bamboo window quiet, a game of idle chess for you.
Deng Yong (Tang Hanhe)
The restaurant is high, with bright curtains and fishing boats far away from Jiangyan River.
Since ancient times, the feud is over, so don't turn your back on Nagato.
A brisk ballad (Song Lixin)
I dreamed that the paint garden, Hu Die entered, the moon set, and the window was wet with smoke.
It's cold in the morning, but I'm afraid the old man will be cold, and the starting bed is worn out.
The hollow room on the earth wall is like water, and whoever borrows millet is willing to borrow it.
An elephant can produce golden lotus, and a drop of China lantern shines.
The color is faint and fragrant, and the dust outside the door is empty and the mirror is blue.
Osmanthus fragrans leaves are faint, and jade moths sweep the clouds.
Poem about Yu 1. Huangqiao poetry
Glossary of words for closing dusk
Words describing dusk are:
The sunset glow is colorful and mottled with light and shadow. The sunset glow drops a little, and the sunset in the west is like blood, filled with smoke. The bird returns to the lantern in Hualin. At the beginning of the night, the sun sets, and the sun sets. The sun is setting all over the sky. The setting sun is melting gold, the setting sun is getting thinner, and the setting sun is getting thinner in Sang Yu. The west wind is fading, and the twilight is boundless.
Poems describing dusk are:
1, with the twilight shadow in my heart, I have driven ahead in Leyou tombs. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
2. When Jiang Hui saw the flower watch, he knew it was at the west gate of Xunyang. Or go to a lonely boat for three or four miles, and the hookah sand rain will come to dusk.
3. Xilong instruments are quiet and the bells and drums are long. Who is the companion sitting alone at dusk? Wei Zihua versus Ziweilang.
At dusk, Nansha ebbs, the moonlight is covered with sand, and autumn snow is falling. Hydrology is neither smoky nor swaying, and the plain is cold and empty.
5. The art gallery is singing and dancing, and the club goes to the club to see it. The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.
6. In front of the independent Buddhist temple at dusk, there are trees and cicadas all over the ground. Generally, the heart is always bitter at four o'clock, and the time of heartache is autumn.
7, the ancient locust smoke is sparse and sad, independent dusk. Looking south, a flock of new geese went to Tingzhou.
8, the fog is thick and the clouds are light and always sad, the mind is refreshed, and the golden beast disappears. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Do not die. West wind blinds, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
The sentences describing dusk are:
1, the sunset left a long shadow, a piece of blood red. ..... The sky soon darkened, grape-colored dusk, purple dusk. Covered with citrus forests and narrow Gua Tian; The sun is a kind of squeezed grape purple mixed with burgundy red.
2. Every evening, the thick and heavy clouds in the sky can only be blown into crimson clouds with a little gap in the sunset, just like a fish rolling golden scales occasionally in the rough sea.
There is always a smell of cooking smoke in the evening air, mixed with all kinds of dishes on the warm table, and mixed into a special taste. This taste is not only an olfactory experience, but also a tactile and psychological experience. Always warm, practical and reunion.
The sky is getting dark and the sunset is like blood, slowly covering the whole xx Mountain. There is only a sunset glow on the horizon. He stood at the top of the mountain, and the breeze passed by him. Although it is summer, he still feels a little chilly. He stood there quietly, saying nothing, as if nothing existed.
There is always no sense of demarcation at night. God, whether it's black or not; The light, should I turn it on or not? Should the curtains be closed or not?
6. The sun has passed through at night.
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2. Are there any poems about Li Dingqiong?
I wish the beauty Li Dingqiong happiness and beauty forever.
Wish you a sweet smile.
Ren Mei Liang Liqian taught herself.
Girls are charming and everyone admires them.
Li Fuming's Hong Yuanshu Show
Ding's dance is deeply loved by everyone.
Qiongyuan is the envy of everyone.
Never fade, youthful and gorgeous.
Roy Cangshan pine and cypress fresh
Open your arms and drink the wine of life.
A kind heart will make you live longer.
Let's play a beautiful song.
Bright throat, excellent timbre
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3. Poems about Du Fu's "Young and Old"
Ai Jiangtou (Shaoling night always swallowed her voice and cried)-.
There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? . I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors.
The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot. The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold.
An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go.
A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news. Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers.
When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south. Note: Shaoling is old at night: Du Fu calls himself.
Qujiang: It's near Xi today. No Return: At that time, Yang Guifei hanged Ma Yupo.
Analysis: This poem was written in the spring of the second year of Zhide (756). The year before last, on the way to Suzong in Lingwu, the poet was taken to Chang 'an by the rebels in An Lushan, and later escaped.
What is written in the poem is the desolate scene seen in Chang 'an at that time, recalling the grand occasion of the past, and the feelings of grief and indignation run through the whole article.