On dong's ancient poems.

1. Poems about Dongzhi —— Ten Ancient Poems in the Winter of Solstice

Winter Solstice Poetry Collection (1);

Ash Ketchum

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

The days and personnel change rapidly every day, and then the winter solstice, after the winter solstice, after the weather gets warmer, spring comes back.

Embroider five elements with weak lines and blow six tubes of dynamic fly ash.

The river bank seems to be waiting for the last month to pass, so that the willows can stick out their branches and take out new buds, and the mountains can break through the cold so that the plum blossoms can bloom.

Although I am in a foreign land, the scenery here is no different from my hometown, so let the children pour wine and have a drink.

Winter Solstice Poetry (2);

Winter Solstice

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

I'm a guest all year round, and I'm worried about killing people!

Jiang Shang described me as a lonely old man, and the custom of Horizon is self-dating.

After the snow, the staff came to Danhe, and the Jade Dynasty came to disperse Chen Zi.

My heart is broken at this time, where can I see Sanqin?

Winter Solstice Poetry (3): Winter Solstice Night in Handan

(Tang) Bai Juyi

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Winter Solstice Poetry (4);

Xin you Wen te zhi ri

(Song) Lu You

Today, when it is south, our door is silent.

If you are poor, you will have a light holiday, and when you are old, you will be afraid of getting old.

After the sacrifice, everyone worships and sleeps alone.

However, I should explore the dream of spring and have surrounded Mirror Lake.

Winter Solstice Poetry (5);

Winter Solstice

(Song) Mei

I want to be kind and I feel sad.

Jiuquan died since ancient times, and the new sun followed.

Life is different, he will admire you.

People inherit their world, one declines and one glories.

Winter Solstice Poetry (6);

Visit Jixiang Temple alone on the winter solstice.

(Song) Su Shi

The sunshine at the bottom of the well has not returned yet, and the cold rain rustling is wet and dry.

Who is more like Master Su, who doesn't want to come alone when he spends time?

Winter Solstice Poetry (7);

Winter Solstice

(Song) Zhu

Ling Huang should use the law to promote the wind, and the yin will rise while the yang will rise, so as to relax.

Sunflower shadows will move to the sun, and plum blossoms will bloom before the slight cold.

Ba Shen has been watching for a thousand years, and six pipes are flying in the dust.

There are already willows on the shore, which are uneven and want to bring spring.

Winter Solstice Poetry Collection (8);

Manjianghong Winter Solstice

(Song) Fan Chengda

Cold valley spring, smoked leaves, jade pipe blowing valley.

After the sun rises, it will occupy the New Year and the clouds will disperse.

Don't wrap your mood in medicine, but add a poem axis to each festival.

It's beautiful to laugh, not stupid, but it's not vulgar in the end.

The day lasts forever, making sleep mature.

When is it enough to go abroad?

Moreover, team games and clubs, laughter and singing belong to each other.

It is intended to mediate the brewing of Yunlu, and the plum blossom song was first reported.

If you can't, get drunk for life and make yourself at home.

Winter Solstice Poetry (9);

Water tune song head winter solstice

(Song) Wang Zongchen

Wait for the yellow bell to move and blow out white ash.

Five clouds weigh heavily on the head, and thunder lurks underground.

Mo Daoxi's voice is wonderful and silent, bamboo is singing and phoenix is singing. The nine-inch law is preliminary.

To understand Tianxin, please learn from Yan Hui.

The temperature is moderate, and you can be confident when you are poor.

The scenery outside Cai Yun Mountain is picturesque. Send me the nib.

Customs clearance comes first in one breath, everything is turning, and whoever closes it will open it.

In the early spring, a few plum blossoms fell on the flute.

Winter Solstice Poetry (10);

Winter Solstice Works in Longyangguan, Jiangchengzi

(Yuan)

Six yin disappears and one yang is born. Hidden cuteness. Snowflakes are very light.

1999 was severely frozen, and the rivers and seas were frozen.

2. Jiang Xue, a collection of winter poems, Liu Tang Zongyuan, a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand miles without footprints.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian, secretary of Wu Guitang and Cen Can, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

Every Snow Dwells in Furong Mountain Owner: Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty was far away in Cangshan Mountain at dusk, freezing in the cold, and his house was poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Look at the Xuefeng Tang of Zhongnanshan and see how Zhongnanshan soars into the sky. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

A suggestion for my friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

"Popular North" Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in poverty, and the splendor was still open. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.

Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.

Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.

There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.

I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.

"Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Don Lulun, hanging high in the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

"Winter Night" Tang Censhen is sweating like rain and frost, and there is no business in the hot spring fire well. Zeguo dragons and snakes are frozen, and Nanshan is sparse.

Tang Baorong is sincere and lovely in winter, and it's best to miss more at night. Fortunately, in the frost and dew, the horses and chariots have been frozen.

It's not the year of ploughing, weeds will defeat millet. Don't leave each other alone, birds and mice will move their nests.

Seeing the heart alone, the frost protects the soft rose. If so, what's the point of leaving grace?

Because of the memory of his wife, a word is heavy. Chu Jian in the breeze, Yan Ge for my son.

"Early Winter" Tang Bai Juyi In October, the weather in Jiangnan was fine and cold as spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.

Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

"Negative Winter" Tang Baiju is easy to go out in winter, according to the south corner of my house. Sit with your eyes closed and your skin will be healthy.

At first, it was like drinking alcohol mash, and it was like being stung by Su. External integration is smooth, and Chinese integration is one.

If you forget where you are, your heart is empty. "Winter Night" Tang Baiju changed his family's poverty and made friends.

There is no one in front, hiding in the village. In the cold, the lights are dim and the curtains are broken.

At the window, I heard the new snow. Sleeping for years, sitting up in the middle of the night.

If you don't learn to sit still and forget your heart, you can live silently. When you are upright, you will die and your heart will change.

Four years and 1,300 nights. "Shousui" Tang Mudian, a gorgeous palace.

At the end of the year, winter snow and winter snow melt, and it seems that a warm spring breeze blows in the warm palace. Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers.

* * * Spring Festival, send you all night. "Working in the Snow" Tang Bai Juyi was in the middle of the year, and the night was cold and snowy.

Where will I live? Warm my account, heater. Two brown ones and a tie felt.

When the porridge is cooked, I can't sleep. It's time to take care of your body and mind, and don't mind your own business.

I idled around for six years to get through the snowstorm. Suddenly, tourists from Philip Burkart thought of early court officials.

Cold ling didn't wake up when she stepped on the frozen invasion at night. Heart is your father and your servant.

No freedom is made by heart. Now that you are satisfied, your body will be at peace.

I should match my words with my deeds.

3. Visit Jixiang Temple alone from winter to day.

The sunshine at the bottom of the well has not returned yet, and the cold rain rustling is wet and dry. Who is more like Master Su, who doesn't want to come alone when he spends time?

Hezi is nostalgic for Mianchi.

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.

The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.

Four Peony Poems in Ancient Winter

A demon is red and green, and spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry just wants to present new ingenuity, not idle and less rest.

In bloom, the rain even blew, but it turned red because of frost. Spring leaks a secret thing, and this heart doesn't believe in nature.

At that time, only crane Lin Xian could send azaleas with autumn flowers. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, and teach frost bloom to come in spring?

I don't know that the frost has entered the small garden, so I changed the rhythm of poetry to greetings. I want to see Lan. I'm more interested.

Linjiangxian

The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. Love and voice are not contradictory. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.

Nangezi

Amber waist, dragon incense into the towel. Only Yan Fei is the predecessor. * * * Look at the peeling hands and concentrate on dancing. Catkin turns in the wind, and plum blossoms float in snow and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for beauty. However, Zhou Lang's concern will win pearls and treasures.

Jiang Shenzi

I won't feel cold when I meet you. I cherish the fleeting time before I respect you. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I haven't been so fun.

Turn your head down the hill. It's a long way. The vast expanse of silver sea, where is detachment. Do you know that old friends care for each other and lean on Zhu Lan with Cui sleeves?

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Snowflakes fly and warm cheeks, and cheeks melt and warm flying snow. Deceive Xue to be single-clothed, while Ren Xue deceived single-clothed. No plums at other times, no plums at other times. Don't hate to leave late, hate to leave late.

4. Visit Jixiang Temple alone from winter to day.

The sunshine at the bottom of the well has not returned yet, and the cold rain rustling is wet and dry. Who is more like Master Su, who doesn't want to come alone when he spends time?

Hezi is nostalgic for Mianchi.

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.

The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.

Four Peony Poems in Ancient Winter

A demon is red and green, and spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry just wants to present new ingenuity, not idle and less rest.

In bloom, the rain even blew, but it turned red because of frost. Spring leaks a secret thing, and this heart doesn't believe in nature.

At that time, only crane Lin Xian could send azaleas with autumn flowers. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, and teach frost bloom to come in spring?

I don't know that the frost has entered the small garden, so I changed the rhythm of poetry to greetings. I want to see Lan. I'm more interested.

Linjiangxian

The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. Love and voice are not contradictory. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.

Nangezi

Amber waist, dragon incense into the towel. Only Yan Fei is the predecessor. * * * Look at the peeling hands and concentrate on dancing. Catkin turns in the wind, and plum blossoms float in snow and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for beauty. However, Zhou Lang's concern will win pearls and treasures.

Jiang Shenzi

I won't feel cold when I meet you. I cherish the fleeting time before I respect you. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I haven't been so fun.

Turn your head down the hill. It's a long way. The vast expanse of silver sea, where is detachment. Do you know that old friends care for each other and lean on Zhu Lan with Cui sleeves?

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Snowflakes fly and warm cheeks, and cheeks melt and warm flying snow. Deceive Xue to be single-clothed, while Ren Xue deceived single-clothed. No plums at other times, no plums at other times. Don't hate to leave late, hate to leave late.

5. Visit Jixiang Temple alone from winter to day.

The sunshine at the bottom of the well has not returned yet, and the cold rain rustling is wet and dry. Who is more like Master Su, who doesn't want to come alone when he spends time?

Hezi is nostalgic for Mianchi.

What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying in snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws in the mud, and Hong Fei was driving that complicated thing.

The old monk is dead and has become a new tower. There is no reason to look at the old topic with a broken wall. Remember whether the past was rugged or not, and the long road was full of people.

Four Peony Poems in Ancient Winter

A demon is red and green, and spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry just wants to present new ingenuity, not idle and less rest.

In bloom, the rain even blew, but it turned red because of frost. Spring leaks a secret thing, and this heart doesn't believe in nature.

At that time, only crane Lin Xian could send azaleas with autumn flowers. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, and teach frost bloom to come in spring?

I don't know that the frost has entered the small garden, so I changed the rhythm of poetry to greetings. I want to see Lan. I'm more interested.

Linjiangxian

The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. Love and voice are not contradictory. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.

Nangezi

Amber waist, dragon incense into the towel. Only Yan Fei is the predecessor. * * * Look at the peeling hands and concentrate on dancing. Catkin turns in the wind, and plum blossoms float in snow and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for beauty. However, Zhou Lang's concern will win pearls and treasures.

Jiang Shenzi

I won't feel cold when I meet you. I cherish the fleeting time before I respect you. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I haven't been so fun.

Turn your head down the hill. It's a long way. The vast expanse of silver sea, where is detachment. Do you know that old friends care for each other and lean on Zhu Lan with Cui sleeves?

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Snowflakes fly and warm cheeks, and cheeks melt and warm flying snow. Deceive Xue to be single-clothed, while Ren Xue deceived single-clothed. No plums at other times, no plums at other times. Don't hate to leave late, hate to leave late.

6. Poems in Winter Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan There are no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.

From a distance, it is not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away from the mountain, and all the birds on the mountain fly away. The weather is cold and the White Family is poor. A thousand roads without footprints.

Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.

It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun.

Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.

There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.

H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.

Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.

Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.

Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.

Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.

First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.

Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.

Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.

Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold, and I see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.

Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.

Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.

Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.

Huang Yuan Geng's "Snow" stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are not frozen clearly. Hong Sheng's Looking at the Snow.

7. Hu, an ancient poem about winter.

Xue Ruihua wears a plain face and smells plum blossoms. How many lovesickness sends melancholy, and the wind disturbs the curtain.

The ice is faint, the phoenix tree is cool, the stars are disturbing, and I wake up and sleep in front of me.

Things change, grievances are ambiguous, and red candles wander in the wedding room, asking where you are.

A pipa wound, a cup of tea is cold, a plum flower is fragrant, and a touch of comfort is stained with silver cream.

Qinyuanchun, snow

Author: Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

8. Poems describing winter: There are no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Don? Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan

If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?

Cold: stern and dim eyes.

Don? Lv Wen's Mengdong Pujinguan River Zuo Ting

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Shout: The wind is roaring.

Don? Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold

Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.

Don? Qin Xue of Yuan Zhen

Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.

Six out: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six out snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.

Don? Long article "Snow"

Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.

Don? Bai Juyi's Snow at Night: "I have been shocked by the cold, and I have seen the window again. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.

Write two sentences about the scene of snowflakes flying.

Don? Li Shangyin's Two Snow Poems

All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing the cold more seriously.

Swallow: The spring water is frozen and does not flow smoothly, which is described as sobs. Yin: Singing.

Don? Liu Jia's Bitter Cold: "Spring and cold are all frozen, so I sing cold more. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel the snow cover. "

Three million Yulong was defeated, and black sheep and bones were flying all over the sky.

Yulong: Describe flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another.

Song? The first volume of Hu Zai's Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua quoted Bird's poem Snow in Xiqing Poetry Talk.

Jiangshan is not a thousand miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian

Jade: Jade.

Yuan? Snow in Huang Geng

The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.

Qing? Hong Sheng's Snow Watch

Rain and snow disappear in January.

Tribal tiger: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning.

The Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Horn bow

Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost bears knots.

Han? Ancient poems written by Jiao Zhongqing's wife in Yuefu

It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. If there is no hope, cock your ears and keep your eyes clean.

Sad: cold. Mimi: Dark. H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see. Hao: White.

Kim? Tao Yuanming's "Gui Mao's Works in Mid-December and Respecting Brother"

The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins are because of the wind.

Kim? Xie Daowen's Snow Poetry: "What is snow like? The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be simulated, but if the catkins are caused by the wind. "

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.

North wind: North wind. Strengths: violence. Sadness: biting.

Southern Song Dynasty? Xie Lingyun's Year by Year

The wind scares the bamboo, and the snow covers the mountains.

Xuan: Windows. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound.

Don? Wang Wei's Remembering Hu Jushi's Home-It snows on a Winter Night

I don't know whether the court will open today or tomorrow, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.

Shuo Bao: Snowflakes fall in the courtyard.

Don? Song Wenzhi's Response to Snow in the Garden

The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.

Don? Liu Changqing's "On the Road to Zhang Xia's Home on a Snowy Night"

A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.

Don? Li Bai returned to Laoshan in winter.

It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.

Don? Li Bai mocked Liyang Wang for refusing to drink.

Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.

Xuanyuantai: It is said that the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.

Don? Li Bai is popular in the north.

The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back into the air.

Return air: rotating wind.

Don? Du Fu's Snow Pile

First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.

Point straight: fingers are stiff.

Don? Du Fu's "From Beijing to Fengxian, Sing 500 Words"

Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.

No line: No line.

Don? Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home on Winter Night"

It's freezing, the days are short and the wind and waves are calm.

Don? Du Fu's Nostalgia in Public Security

On the bamboo in the sunset and on the mountains in the snow.

Don? Han Yi's "Chu Zhu Shu Zhai Bi Hui Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang Jun" (Zhang Jishi)

Who cut the snow on the ground into this smallpox?

Don? Han Yu's "Two Poems of Li Hua": "In the spring, Luoyang Garden was particularly crowded. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

In Budze in spring, everything gives birth to brilliance-

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi.