Ask for poems or beautiful prose about snow and not ancient poems

Yukino. There was a wind that danced wildly.

The snow that once blew and raged.

The wilderness after the slaughter of the snowstorm.

It's not bleak.

The wind cuts life constantly.

The snow can't pounce on the song.

Wait for the blue sky and the wild geese to sing.

Fang Zhi turned out.

The wind is pretty. Snow is a majestic beauty.

1, "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge to Return to Beijing" [Tang] Cen Shen.

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin.

The general's horns and bows are uncontrollable, and they are all cold in iron clothes.

The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed.

The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute.

The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned.

Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road.

The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.

2, "The Master of Furong Mountain" [Tang] Liu Changqing.

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather. Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

3, "Xuemei" [Song] Lu Meipo.

Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

4, "Sending Lu Yuanwai" [Tang] Xue Tao.

On a snowy night in front of Yulei Mountain, Jinguan City parted with his soul.

If the son of Xinling asked, he felt the old favor to Yimen.

5, "Watching the Hunt" [Tang] Wang Wei.

The wind is strong and the bow is roaring, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is withered, and the snow is light.

Ignore Xinfeng City and return to the fine willow camp. Looking back at the place where the eagle was shot, thousands of miles of twilight clouds were flat.

The beautiful prose poems that write about snow are as follows:

1. The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat, and they have blown down Xuanyuan Terrace. - North Wind Travel".

2. Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Seemingly and unseemly, it is amazing. - Tasha Xing".

3. The autumn wind rises and the wine flies in the winter snow. - Four Qi Poems

4. And this winter, he has not stopped Kansai. - Troop Chariot Dealership

5. The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces are blown down Xuanyuan Terrace. - North Wind Travel".

6. Who will level the ground with thousands of piles of snow and cut and carve this even the ceiling. - Two Plum Flowers

7. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. - Liu Zongyuan, "Jiang Xue".

8. Flying alone in a piece of snow, you can see everything for a hundred miles. ——Watching the White Eagle I

9. The slanting sun is sparse on the bamboo, and the residual snow is chaotic in the mountains. "Chu Master Book House Meeting Bi Shuzi Qian Yuan Wai Lang Envoy Jun".

10. The cold wind is dripping, the sky is thousands of miles away, and the gloom is the same as the clouds. - White Ramie

11. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are dawning, and the north wind is blowing geese and snow. - Don't Dong Da".

12. The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. - Li Bai, "North Wind Traveling".

13. Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains. - Lu You's "Plum Blossom Quatrain".

14, if you want to dance with Cao Zhima, you should wet Xie Zhuangyi. ——Li Shangyin's "Two Songs to the Snow".

15. Ten thousand trees are cold and colorless, and the south branch has unique flowers. - Daoyuan "Early Plum".

16. The wilderness is vast, where are the countryside? - Meng Haoran, "Returning to the South to Block the Snow".

17. If the wind is understanding, it is easy to destroy. - Cui Daorong, "Plum Blossoms".

18, plum blossom big Yuling hair, willow catkins Zhangtai Street flying. ——Li Shangyin's "Two Songs to the Snow".

19. The west window is white, the moon is cool, and the lilac snow is in the courtyard. ——Wang Guowei's "Dotted Lips and Screen Lovesickness".

20, I don't know if the court is falling today, it is suspected that the forest flowers bloomed last night. ——In the garden, the snow should be controlled

Snow is an eternal, light and beautiful song. The white score, the cold tones, the fluttering are its pitch. The cold snap is curtain, the wind is emotional, and the snow is singing all the way in winter. The song is deep in love, and winter is already very cool.

1) The thousand-year-old ice and snow is the classical "Snow Song".It is sung in the mountains and plateaus, and its songs are also exiled in the polar regions. The singing voice is calm and unfazed; With the mountains, with Mount Everest.

Year after year, it is a song that the snow does not regret for thousands of years. The amorous warm current, the most conceited, mistakes the classics for popular interpretation.

2) The heavy snow in the sky, sowing agitation, drifting to **, ** will be a flying song. The song froze Jiang He, and the flowing water was also drowned by Xue Ge. Everything listens to the snow song and sings, and the sleet is the march singing.

The falling snow flakes are musical notes, filling the snow-covered song score; The plum blossoms that are open, pink, yellow, and red, decorate the snow-covered and emotional song.

3) Listen to the sound of snowflakes with ice cubes in your ears. The icicles on the eaves and trees condense the excitement of snowflakes. The crisp and pleasant noise, "jingle, jingle" one after another, like a tuning fork struck, fell to the ground, and was put away by Xue Ge.

4) Rime is an improvised singing of snow. When the cold emotions are depressed, the rime will let go of the song for the snow. The song flew out "Ice Flower.""In full bloom"Snow Lotus"Open、"Snow willow"Rippling. The beautiful snow country is now full of hazy and wonderful music and painting fashion.

As long as the gods are scattered and the form is not dispersed, it is good to be independent.

I borrowed a warm fishing boat and lived alone in the middle of the lake on a snowy dusk.

The dusk clouds are coming, and your steps are gentle.

I thought about it for a long time, and when the snow came, I wanted to play a flute that I had practiced for a long time.

On the shore in the distance: jackdaws, dead trees, old men, standing in a line.

Such a landscape, I lost my soul.

The bow of the ship stood on its own, and I saw the ice around me slowly freeze.

Squeak, squeak", I remembered my grandmother's worn-out door valve as a child, the sound of the wind blowing in the middle of the night.

Snow, when are you coming? The ** in the hand has already been difficult and powerless.

Take a nap, blow and whirring, the snow comes, the jackdaw chirps, and awakens all my sleepiness.

The old man in the distance, not in a hurry or slow, packed up the hats and fishing boxes, and walked leisurely.

My fishing boat, lonely and independent, along with the sound of the flute. Helpful to me, this can be referred to.

The person with this body temperature was originally me, hey, but I forgot the password, so I had to register another one.

She is like sand, like powder.

Give me joy, give me cold.

White geese in the sky.

Can you bring me a piece of warmth to you?

Boundless wilderness.

Under the cold sky.

Sparkling and fluttering.

The spirit of the rain. Snow and ice in the world.

I will find dry branches, hay.

I'll find the flint and steel that belongs to you.

I'll ignite. Ignite your that.

There is a fire raging in your heart.

Snow ChildSnow Child always wears white clothes.

I don't know I'm already white.

He said I like purity.

Like myself.

Snow children always come with the wind.

But I didn't know that I was already very light.

He says I like lightness.

Like myself.

Write it yourself, Wei Chen's girlfriend.

Snowflakes fell in the sky.

One by one, they fell.

So beautiful and white.

So cute and immaculate.

Kiss gently on the cheek.

Melt them with love.

The end of the world that melts in my heart.

Do you remember.

Once upon a time naïve fairy tale.

This light little elf.

It's an angel's feather.

It's the tears of the fairies.

It's deep in my heart.

How willing to throw it away.

I want to be a piece too.

Dancing and whirling with them.

But not now.

The dream has not yet come true.

Dreams are rainbows that illuminate the sky.

There will come a time.

Waiting with you to melt.

The sky is full of snowflakes.

Thousands of pieces fell together.