"Let there be winds from the southeast, the west, the north and the west" is from Zheng Banqiao's "Painting on Bamboo and Stone":
Biting down on the green mountain and not letting go, setting up roots in the broken rock, a thousand grinding and ten thousand strikes are still strong, let there be winds from the east, the west, the south, the north and the south.
The author borrowed the toughness of the bamboo born in the cracks of the stone to express his own spontaneity and perseverance. Here, in one breath, the four winds of the southeast, west, north and south are all said, borrowing them to show the bamboo, but also really deep love for bamboo.
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The wind in the ancient poem, colorful.
There is a gale, Liu Bang, "Song of the Great Wind", "the wind rises and the clouds fly", really extraordinary momentum; there is a gale, Li Bai's "Jinxiang send Wei eight of the West Beijing", "the gale blowing my heart, the West hangs the tree of Xianyang", really sincere, sincere to the extreme; there is a breeze, "the rain is fine, the rain is fine, the bamboo is also a deep love. Breeze, "Fish out of the rain, the breeze swallows slanting", all the lightness and playfulness of the spring blossoms; there is a warm wind, "Warm wind smoked tourists drunk, straight to Hangzhou for the Bianzhou", at once felt the Lin'an intoxication; and the long wind, Li Bai really love the long wind, he would say Li Bai really loves the long wind, he would say "the long wind will break the waves sometimes, hanging straight from the clouds and sailing to the sea", he would also say "the long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass", and "the long wind sends autumn geese for tens of thousands of miles, and this can be a sound high building", a blow is tens of thousands of miles, it is really a long time and a long time. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
The wind, sometimes full of passion, sometimes lingering and sentimental; sometimes bring a piece of prosperity, so people are happy, and sometimes all a piece of bleak, so people are sad, difficult to resolve. Really can not be said, can not be said, all depends on the poet's heart and the situation.
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However, the ancient poem of the northwest and southeast winds, but there are traces to follow.
For geographical reasons, the four winds of the southeast, west, north, and west all correspond to fixed seasons, spring, summer, fall, and winter, and then also in the flow of the seasons, due to the different changes in grass, trees, and climate, with a specific emotional point of view.
The east wind is the spring wind, and the wind, warm, with the surprise and satisfaction of the recovery of all things, such as "I feel full of business in front of me, the east wind blowing the water green," such as "waiting to recognize the face of the east wind, all the purples and reds are always spring";
The south wind
The south wind, summer wind, also known as the smoky wind, the same warmth, warmth, and the satisfaction of the wheat harvest, blowing, it will make people happy, and even, because of the Poetry Scriptures, "Name Wind - Kai Feng" a poem to the south wind to praise the mother, the south wind and the meaning of motherly love;
The west wind, the wind of the fall, but also the golden wind, the "article hate life to reach" by the poets of the curse, it is more than ever. Poets who live under the spell of the "article hate life", but also to the west wind chant of joy, a moment "the west wind of sorrow between the green wave", a moment "who read the west wind alone cool", or "last night the west wind withered green trees "The rhythm of dancing with the snow ****, and then by the "nineteen ancient poems" in the "Meng winter cold air to the north wind, why miserable chestnut", the north wind in winter, really cold and ruthless.
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In fact, no matter what kind of wind, the poem appeared in the wind, I love, especially love the expression of those cold, as long as the reality is not encountered on the good. If the reality, just a little breeze will be enough, "water curtains move breeze, full of roses a yard incense", is really the most pleasant time.
Han Liu Bang
The wind rises and the clouds fly,
Weiga Hai Nai Ruoxi return home,
An get fierce warriors Ruoxi guard the four sides.
Warring States Jing Ke
Wind Xiao Xiao Ruoxi Yi Shui Cold,
The strong man is gone and will never return.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The guest came from Chang'an, but returned to Chang'an.
The wind blew my heart, and the tree hung in the west of Xianyang.
This is not to be told, but when will we meet again?
I can't see you, but I can't see you, and I can't see you.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The pillars are open, and there is no village to look at on credit.
The river is so flat that there are few banks, and the trees are so full of flowers in the evening.
In the fine rain, the fish come out, and in the breeze, the swallows are inclined.
The city has 100,000 households, but this place has two or three.
Tang Gao Pian
The summer is long in the shade of the green trees,
and the reflection of the buildings and platforms is in the pond.
The curtains of the water are moving and the breeze is rising,
and the roses are fragrant in the yard.
Song Lin Sheng
Beyond the mountains, beyond the green hills, beyond the buildings,
When will the West Lake songs and dances end?
The warm wind has made the tourists drunk,
straight to Hangzhou as Bianzhou.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The wind blew willow flowers and scented the store,
Wu Ji pressed the wine and called the guests to taste.
The wind is blowing in the willow flowers, and the fragrance is all over the shop.
The Wu Ji is calling the guests to taste the wine.
Please try to ask the east flowing water,
who will be the shortest and longest with the different intention.
Song Ouyang Xiu
Wish the east wind with wine, and **** calmly.
The poplar and the purple strings of the east of Luocheng.
It was always a time when we were hand in hand, swimming all over the bushes.
The bitter rush of reunion and dispersal, this hate is endless.
This year's flower is better than last year's red.
It is a pity that next year's flowers are better.
Tang Li Shangyin
The soughing east wind and fine rain,
Hibiscus pond outside the light thunder.
The golden toad is burning incense in the lock,
and the jade tiger is drawing silk to draw wells.
Jia's curtains were opened, and the rauisuisuis were few.
Mi Fei stayed on the pillow, and the king of Wei was talented.
The first step in the process is to make the first step in the process a little bit easier, and the second step is to make the first step in the process a little bit easier, and the third step is to make the first step in the process a little bit easier!
Song Zhang Shi
The law of the evening frost less,
spring to the earth grass and trees know.
I feel that the business is full,
The east wind is blowing the water green and different.
Song Zhu Xi
The day of the victory in search of the fragrance of Surabaya,
the boundless light of a new moment.
The first time I saw the face of the east wind,
it was always spring.
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
The halberd has sunk and the iron has not been removed,
since the scrubbing to recognize the previous dynasty.
The east wind is not with Zhou Lang,
The bronze sparrow spring deep lock two Qiao.
Han Ling of the Tang Dynasty
There is no place where flowers do not fly in the spring city,
and the east wind of the cold eclipse makes the willow slant.
At sunset, the candles were passed to the Han Palace,
and the smoke was scattered into the houses of the five lords.
Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty
In the past, it was not enough to boast about the sordidness of the past,
but today, the thoughts of debauchery have no boundaries.
The spring breeze is fast,
One day to see all the flowers of Chang'an.
The south wind is so strong that it can relieve the huffing and puffing of our people.
When the south wind is blowing, it can make our people rich.
Psalms - Name Wind - Kai Feng
The Kai Feng is from the south, blowing the heart of the thorns.
The heart of the thorns is young, and the mother is charging a lot of money.
The Kai Feng is from the south, blowing his spiny salary.
The mother's goodness is not to be missed.
I have a cold spring.
I have a cold spring, which is underneath the dredge.
There were seven sons, and the mother labored.
Goggle-eyed yellow birds, their voices are good.
The seven sons of the mother were not comforted by their mother.
Liu Liu in Song
The moss covered the ground after the first sunny day,
and the green trees were unoccupied in the daytime.
Only the south wind is an old acquaintance,
and it opens the door and turns the pages of books again.
Ming Yang Ji
The rain is drizzly and wet, and the loquat is ripe in the south wind.
I don't remember the depths of the mountains,
but I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to bring the flowers to my home.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The sound of the piping is so loud that the Qin E's dream is broken by the moon in the Qin Lou.
The moon in the Qin Lou, the color of the willow, and the sadness of parting at Ba Ling.
The festival of Autumn in Leyouyuan,
the ancient road to Xianyang, is over.
The sound and dust of the old road to Xianyang is extinct.
Tang Huang Chao
Za soughing west wind full of courtyard,
Rui cold incense cold butterfly difficult to come.
If I were the Green Emperor in the next year,
I would report to the peach blossoms and bloom in one place.
Yuan Ma Zhiyuan
Withered vines, old trees and crows,
Small bridges and flowing rivers,
Old roads, thin horses,
The sun is setting in the west,
Broken hearted people at the end of the world.
Song Li Qingzhao
Thin mist and thick clouds worry about the eternal day, Rui Brain eliminates the golden beast.
The festival and the sun, jade pillow yarn kitchen, midnight cool through.
After the dusk, there is a dark fragrance filling the sleeves.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to get rid of it.
The curtain rolls down to the west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Song Yanshu
Threshold chrysanthemums worry about smoke and orchids weeping dew,
Luo curtain light cold, swallows fly away.
The moon is not familiar with the bitterness of separation,
and the slanting light penetrates the vermilion house at dawn.
The winds of the last night were blowing in the west,
I went up to the tallest building and looked at the road to the end of the world.
I want to send a colored paper and a ruler,
but I don't know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide.
Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty
The fragrance of Nymphaea blossomed and the leaves of Nymphaea were left in ruins,
and the west wind was a source of sorrow.
The Nymphaea is still haggard and unattractive to look at.
In the rain, I dreamed that the chicken was far away,
and the small building was blown through the jade sheng cold.
How many teardrops of infinite hate, leaning on the appendix.
Nalan Seide in the Qing Dynasty
The west wind is cool alone,
The yellow leaves are closed at the window,
The sun is still shining when you contemplate the past.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.
Song Ye Shao-weng
Xiao Xiao wu leaves send cold sound,
Jiang Shang Autumn wind moving guest feelings.
The children are known to pick and weave,
and the night is deep and the hedges are bright with a lamp.
Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn breeze in Luoyang City
makes me want to write a letter.
I'm afraid I can't say it all in a hurry,
and the pedestrians will be in Kaifeng again.
I am not sure if I have a friend in front of me,
but I am sure that I have a friend in front of me,
and I am sure that I have a friend in front of me.
Tang Jia Zhi
The snow clears and the clouds scatter, and the north wind is cold.
The road is difficult to travel.
Today, I'm going to get drunk to see you off,
but tomorrow, I'm going to remember you for a long time.
Tang Ma Dai [a poem by Xue Neng]
The traveler has returned from the absolute blockade,
saying that he once went to Li Lingtai.
The wind is blowing from the north,
and the fall colors are so gloomy that the geese are coming.
Song Zhang Lei
The years of saddle and horse trapped in the dust,
relying on the green mountains to open my mind.
The north wind blew the rain away at sunset,
and the peaks were thin and clear.
Note: Images collected from the Internet.
This is the first time I've seen a picture of a mountain.