1. Poems about the curling smoke

1. The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress" Translation: The solitary smoke rises straight up in the vast desert, and the setting sun is perfect on the endless Yellow River. 2. The sun is still setting over the ferry, and the lonely smoke is rising in the ruins. ——Wang Wei's "Wangchuan Leisure Residence Presented to Pei Xiu Caidi" Translation: The sun is about to set over the ferry, and the smoke from the village is drifting away. 3. The sky is blue and the leaves are yellow on the ground; the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke. ——Fan Zhongyan's "Su Muzhe·Nostalgia" Translation: The blue sky with floating blue clouds, the earth with flying yellow leaves, the autumn scenery is connected to the water waves in the river, and the waves are filled with green and cold smoke. 4. The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins. ——Tao Yuanming's translation of "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 1": The neighboring village houses are faintly visible in the distance, and smoke from cooking is floating in the village. 5. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist. ——Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun" translation: More than 480 ancient temples and countless towers left over from the Southern Dynasties are shrouded in wind, smoke, clouds and rain. 6. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green-lined stream is at the bridge bay. ——Fan Chengda's "Early Departure under the Bamboo" Translation: The smoke from the village is like a blue ripple, and when it reaches the bridge, it also takes advantage of the momentum and turns a corner. 7. The smoke is in the cold water, the moon is in the sand, and I stay in Qinhuai at night near the restaurant. ——Du Mu's "Porting Qinhuai" Translation: The vast cold river is filled with misty smoke, and the clear brilliance of the bright moon shines on the white sand. 8. At dusk, candles were passed down from the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises. ——Translation of "Han Shi" by Han Hong: As night falls, the palace is busy passing candles around, and the smoke from cooking chimneys disperses into the homes of princes and nobles. 9. Drive away the smoke to find the stream house, and roll the fog out of the mountain. ——Translation of Wang Bo's "Ode to the Wind": It blew away the smoke and clouds in the mountains, swept away the mist in the mountains, and revealed the houses beside the streams on the mountains. 10. The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji. ——Translation of "Peach Blossom Stream" by Zhang Xu: A high bridge appeared through the clouds and smoke, and asked about the fishing boats on the west bank of the rock. 2. Verses describing cooking smoke

Envoy to the fortress (Wang Wei)

The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but the country passes by Juyan.

Zheng Peng leaves the Han fortress , the returning geese enter Wu Tian.

The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river.

When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will protect Yan Ran.

Nine The moon is dim and the day is done (Lu You)

The smoke from the kitchen stove is silent in the desert, the cold sun is dim and the tired birds are returning.

Countless red maples reflect the blue cypress, and the heavenly work is explained by Fan Kuanshan.

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Wanbu in Shebei (Lu You)

The Momo Cuiyan Village is far and near, and the Nuo Gudai in winter and winter are in the west and east.

The three-fork ancient road in Canwuli, a clear and refreshing river In the mist.

Foreign objects have been forgotten like abandoned clothes, and I am old and without a companion.

It is cold and lonely. It is late at night, and I see Fusheng one year old and poor.

Returning to the garden and living in one of the fields (Tao Yuanming)

A young man with no sense of vulgarity and a natural love for hills and mountains.

Falling into the net of dust by mistake, he has been away for thirteen years.

The tame birds are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about their old abyss.

Opening up the wilderness in the south, returning to the garden with a humble heart.

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The back eaves are shaded by elms and willows, and the peach and plum blossoms are in front of the hall.

The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering.

Dogs bark in the deep alley, and cocks crow in the mulberry trees. Dian.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room.

After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature. 3. What are the poems about "smoke"

1. "Remembering an Old Friend in Taoyuan"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

It is like a world away. I stayed for seventy days and was ordered to join the army in Chengdu and leave. Before leaving, I moved to Jingjing and wrote a poem in memory of old friends in Taoyuan.

The setting sun is silent and the firewood gate is closed. A little smoke rises. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest. All have the meaning of Xiao Ran.

When old age comes to an end, glory and wealth will be lost. Absolutely love the mountain city for nothing. Before going to the painting building, I often leaned against it. When will I come here again?

2. "Cangtan"

Lu You, Song Dynasty

A hundred men were helping to sing the oars, but the people on the other side of the boat were speechless.

For a while, people dispersed and there was no noise, except for the sound of two cars turning around a hundred feet away.

The dumb car turned urgent, and the boatman was already standing on the sand.

The fog collects and the reeds in the village shine red, and the fishermen’s houses are damp with smoke after the rain.

Looking back on my hometown, I have reached thousands of mountains, and I first passed the first beach when I went up the gorge.

The young man also admires the official for his pleasures, and turns to the old man to know that the journey is difficult.

3. "Work on a Dark Day in September"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The Hengmen is silent in the desert with smoke from cooking stoves, and the birds have returned in the cold sun.

Countless red maples reflect the blue cypress trees, and the heavenly workmanship is known as Fan Kuan Mountain.

4. "Late Autumn"

Song Dynasty Lu You

Qingqiu is a new year again, and the eyes are full of red maples reflecting white apples.

We have lost all contact with old friends at home, but the gulls and herons of Tingzhou are close to each other.

5. "Qing Ping Le"

Shi Yue, Song Dynasty

The water is far away and the flowers are quiet, and the smoke from the cooking stove is cold on the other side.

Ten miles of weeping poplar trees shake their tender shadows. I wake up from hangovers and worries.

6. "West Taiyi Palace Tower"

Song Dynasty Wang Anshi

Lotuses are scattered on the grass, and willows are slanting by the water.

At dusk, the smoke from the kitchen rises alone, and I don’t know who owns the fishing net.

7. "Treading on the Shasha, Long Steps on the Clear Snow"

Wang Bin of the Qing Dynasty

Walking on the snowy bridge, visiting the Meixi River. The first spring breeze breaks the jade on the tips. The thatched huts in every village are filled with smoke from cooking fires at night, and even more wine is found in the villages.

8. "The Envoy to the Fortress"

Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

The bicycle wants to ask about the side, but the country is too far away.

Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty and returned to Yan to enter the Wutian.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Whenever Xiao Guan rides, he always protects Yan Ran.

9. "Late Steps in the North of Shebei"

Lu You of the Song Dynasty

The Cuiyan Village in Momo is far and near, and the Nuo drums and drums are in the east and west in winter.

The Sancha Ancient Road is in Canwuli, and there is a clear river in the mist.

Foreign objects have been forgotten like abandoned clothes, and I am old and have no companions to restrain me.

It's cold and lonely, the fence is late, and I see Fusheng one year old and poor.

10. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields, Part 1"

Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty

He has little sense of vulgarity and loves hills and mountains by nature.

I fell into the dust net by mistake and was gone for thirteen years.

The tame bird misses the old forest, and the fish in the pond miss the old abyss.

Open up the wilderness in the south, and return to the garden with a humble heart.

The square house covers more than ten acres and has eight or nine thatched houses.

Elms and willows shade the back eaves, and peach and plum blossoms line the front of the hall.

The distant village is warm and the smoke is lingering in the ruins.

Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow on top of mulberry trees.

The courtyard is clean of dust and clutter, and there is plenty of leisure in the empty room.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature. 4. Ancient poems about rural cooking smoke

⑴ The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river (Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress")

⑵ A warm distant village, Yiyi Xuli Smoke (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields")

⑶ In the midst of talking and laughing, the oars and oars flew into ashes (Su Shi's "Niannujiao? Chibi Nostalgia")

⑷ How many towers did the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties have? In the misty rain (Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring")

⑸ The blue sky and the yellow leaves on the ground; the autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the cold smoke is green on the waves. (Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe")

The garrison drum interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese in the autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night") 5. Poems containing cooking smoke

Butterfly Love Flower (Chen Sanpin)

Changhe City is surrounded by the west hills. The green scales of ducks pat the banks of the pond. A gust of east wind turns around. Looking forward, I feel that my lonely sail is far away. I only regret that I came late to find beauty. Zhe Laosang is dense, and farming villages are everywhere. The mountain bird advises the officials to be drunk and cheap. Listen to the smoke from the kitchen and the cocoon reeling in the deep alley.

Water Dragon Yin (Qiu Yuan)

Xiaoxing shoots low at the sparse lattice, but Zhen Han is still dazed from his pillow. Smoke from the kitchen chimes in the house, people are talking in the next room, and luggage is in front of the stirrups. Frost smoothes the bridge, fog obscures the grass, and time flows. I am so sad that the carved saddle is alone, my sleeves are full of coldness, and I enter the setting moon and the empty mountain. The tip of the whip is an allusion. Next to the wine flag, the firewood gate is closed again. A little bit of water and ink, because the wind wants to send it, the plum blossoms are thousands of miles away. The treasure tent is full of spring, and I believe in dreams, but some people are haggard. When you come back, don't rely on your new accent, and replace it with tears and no worries.

Early onset of bamboo shoots (Fan Chengda)

After finishing the morning makeup, the cold was over, and we chatted while straddling the saddle to relax our tiredness.

Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains.

The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.

The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of love and no thought.

The Order of Staying in Spring (Gaoguan Country)

The broken clouds reflected low light, the small bridges and flowing water, and the river was level and far away. The smoke from Liu Ying's house seems to be on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Immediately the east wind blew my face. Who cares about this? Singing and drinking in the flowers, asking when we will meet again.

Ci Yun Zizhan and Shu Yao prayed for snow, mist and pig springs and sang in harmony (Huang Tingjian)

The old farmer yearned for hunger and longed to see the forest and the rain.

Lin Hui threw a bib to carry the baby, but he didn't cry when he heard that the baby was cooked.

Regardless of the fact that thousands of households have no smoke, the cobwebs and cobwebs pass through the shafts of trees.

To make Jun Minxue taste meatless, cook cakes with Artemisia annua and salted Shuji.

It is said that the claws should be cut to invade the skin, and the grass will remain green even if the frost does not kill it.

The ghost is lingering in the mist of the western mountains, and the fragrance of livestock fat and wine has not been defiled.

If I had to go and have dinner with Father Dong, I would rather blame Ge Beiyuan.

Dr. Qi, the official of the ancestral hall, was exposed and reported to Cangyadian.

Please pray that the sky will not be exhausted, and you will also cry when a fish crosses the river.

The goose’s neck is cut off and its blood is still wet, and the wind, horses, clouds and chariots meet each other.

Baili banners are sprinkled with jade flowers, causing your righteousness to be stung by dragons and snakes.

The old farmer is happy to have spring, and is calling for his children to eat and his cows to take care of the coir raincoat hats.

Doctor, don’t lament that you are tired of serving as a public servant. The wheat rice will slip away next year.

Fabai Shakou Deputy Chief Lu (Huang Tingjian)

The pole master saves the head and tail, and I am the master of control.

The hanging mat is full of wind, like a strong crossbow string.

Dawn is at Baishakou, and smoke can be seen from the long reeds.

A leaf supports the autumn rain, and a hundred-foot boat on the Cangjiang River.

Looking at the turmoil in the world, who can survive for a long time?

Nian Xi Shengli District, dealing with the world.

The avenue is very leisurely, and everything is worth donating.

Who knows that with pure eyesight, one can see the old mountains and rivers differently.

Songfeng Pavilion in Wuchang (Huang Tingjian)

The pavilion is built on the mountain with a view of Pingchuan, and the skips and buckets are inserted into the rafters at night.

The meaning of my name is appropriate.

The old pine tree has been tall and tall for hundreds of years, and its weight is now towering.

The wind sings Emperor Wa’s fifty strings, and the Bodhisattva spring is not needed to wash the ears.

The second and third sons of Jia were very fond of virtuous people, but they were too poor to buy wine and get drunk at this feast.

The night rain sounds in the corridor until dawn, and we can’t see each other lying on the blanket.

The springs are dry and the rocks are dry and gurgling, and the mountains and rivers are shining for me.

The wild monk was hungry early and could not eat anything. At dawn, he saw smoke from cooking in the cold stream.

The Dongpo Taoist has sunk into the spring. When will Zhang Hou arrive?

You can sleep during the day under the strong waves at Diaoyutai, and you can watch the dragons entangled in seal scripts at Yiting Pavilion.

The body is free from cramps, and the boat carries all the friends around.

Yuzhi Garden (Huang Tingjian)

Xiaoxiang River is born in spring, and the wind is blowing in the valley spring.

After the rain, the flowers bloom in the desert, and the catkins are dancing in the sky.

Go to the Zhuge Pavilion in the famous garden, look behind and look back at the front.

Asking the people who lived there in the past, there is no smoke from the kitchen.

Life must be rich.

The river is clear and rippled.

It has been like this for a hundred years, and An Yong is crying.

Marquis Jiang is doing great things, and he is happy one after another.

The bones in the stream are carried in the car, and they are just like shoulder to shoulder.

I hate looking at Kong Ren’s face, but the ugly stone turns into beauty.

Ganjun advised me to get drunk, but I did so.

My red eyes are blurred, and flowers fall from the sky.

Action requires support, and that can strengthen the stone.

I love you, Lei's Qin, and the water makes the strings grow.

But most of the people who hate music will die in the river.

I have sinned against poetry in my life, which is like a chronic illness that cannot be cured.

Now it is time to correct yourself from the pain, and repeat the three provocations.

Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Reminiscing about the South of the Yangtze River (Hong Shi)

Lamenting the old year, summer drought returns to the autumn sun. The ten rains and five winds are all determined, and every possible means is used to cause disasters. How can a small county ban it? The word "Lao" means "Hui Lu Qia Ding Huang". The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the fields, and the residents are stuck in their hometowns. Ancestor Dao exempted? grain.

Qinyuanchun (Huangji)

As the sun passes by the west window, the guests sleep in their pillows, and the courtyard is empty. Remember that in Haitang Cave, there are mud and gold treasures, under the wine brewing rack, and the oil-walled chariots. Drunken ink is used to compose poems, the roses are heavy with dew, and the walls are covered with flying crows. Striving to know, wandering towards the present, looking to the end of the world. Half of the peaches are steamed. There are even more weeping poplar trees on both sides of the bank. Then drink Diaojiu wine to kill the hatred of spring, measure the pearls and buy smiles to repay the years. Opposite the green hills, you can't reach them. It's said that there will be no need to cover them with the floating clouds. Deep in the mountain, I saw smoke rising from cooking stoves, and I knew someone was home.

6. Ancient poems describing cooking smoke

1. A little smoke outside the sparse forest

Song Dynasty

Zhou Bangyan

"An Inch of Gold· Zhoujia Cangya"

2. The smoke from the farmhouses often obscures the wilderness

Song Dynasty

Hong Shi

"Looking at the South of the Yangtze River/Recalling the South of the Yangtze River"

3. A wisp of smoke from Ranran’s kitchen

Song Dynasty

Yuan Quhua

"Water Melody Songtou·Bird’s Shadow in the Sparse Wood" 》

4. A little smoke rises from the kitchen

Song Dynasty

Lu You

"Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends·The Setting Sun Is Silent and the Chaimen Closes"

5. Recognize cooking smoke

Song Dynasty

Zhang Xiaoxiang

"Duoli·Jingxiaoshu"

6. Cooking smoke A Little Solitary Village

Song Dynasty

Zhao Changqing

"Bodhisattva Barbarian · A Little Solitary Village Like a Smoke"

7. The leftover clouds The smoke from the kitchen is gone

Song Dynasty

Xin Qiji

"Partridge Sky·Thousands of feet of clear stream with hundreds of thunders"

8. The smoke from the old years is thick Desire to Break

Song Dynasty

Xin Qiji

"The Red River·I Treat the Lord"

9. Listening to the cocoons reeling in the deep alleys of the kitchen smoke

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Song Dynasty

Chen Sanpin

"Die Lian Hua·Changhe City on all sides of the western mountains"

10. In the Smoke of the Wild Stove

Song Dynasty

Liu Guo

"Six Prefectures Getou·Zhenzhang Huai"

11. Smoke rises from Liu Ying's house

Gao Guanguo

"The Spring Order: The Broken Clouds Are Reflected Lowly"

12. For several days, no smoke was seen

Song Dynasty

Wei Liaoweng

"Nian Nujiao·Blowed by the East Wind"

13. Seeing the smoke rising again

Song Dynasty

Yellow Machine

"Spring in Qinyuan·The Sun Passes Through the West Window"

14. Three or two people live in a house with smoke

Song Dynasty

Liu Kezhuang

"Tasha Xing·Riyue Tiaowan"

15. There is less smoke when going north to the Huaihe River

Song Dynasty

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"Recalling Qin'e·The Plum Blossoms Fell"

16. Little Smoke

Song Dynasty

Liu Kezhuang

" Recalling Qin'e·The Plum Blossoms Fell" 7. What are some poems or words that describe the curling smoke, the food and the environment deep in the mountains

1. The jasper is as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk ribbons hang down.—— Tang Dynasty, He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"

2. In Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep. ——Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Quequatrains"

3. The morning rain in Weicheng is lightly dusted, and the guest house is green and the willows are new. - Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"

4. Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.— ——Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Quatrains"

5. Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of ducks with warm water in the spring river. ——Song Dynasty, Su Shi's "Huichong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""

6. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are full of mandarin fish. - Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"

7. The garden is full of spring scenery and can't be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. - Song Dynasty, "Ye Shaoweng" "It's not worth visiting the garden"

8. The beautiful sun searches the Surabaya shore, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. ——Song Dynasty, Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"

9. Thousands of miles of orioles sing, the green reflects the red, the water Cunshan Guojiu Flag Wind. Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, many towers in the mist and rain. - Tang Dynasty, Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

10. Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

——Tang Dynasty, Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

11. Weicheng City is light and dusty in the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. ——Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"

12. The tide of the Spring River reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. - Tang Dynasty, Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"