A poem that describes snow with a slaying silence

The slanting sun is sparse on the bamboo, and the residual snow is chaotic in the mountains. ——Han Hong, "Chu Master Book, House Meeting, Bi Shuzi, Qian Yuan, Wailang Envoy".

The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. - Li Bai "Mocking Wang Liyang Refuses to Drink".

The bleak twilight wind, the fluttering through the snow. There is no hope in the ears, and the eyes are clean. ——Tao Yuanming, "In December of the Year of Gui Mao and Brother Jingyuan".

The cold wind destroys the trees, and the frost freezes the garden. ——Yuefu Ancient Poetry "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife".

The clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind. - Du Fu, "To the Snow".

The bright moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and sad. - Xie Lingyun, "Twilight".

Xiaoxue "Tang] Dai Shulun.

The sad person is under the book window, and a cold is flying.

Xiaoxue Day Drama Quatrain".

Tang] Zhang Deng. Jiazi pushes a small snow day, and the stuffy cover is still green hibiscus.

There is no time to stop for harmony and long-term recuperation, but it is the rain and dew in Yanzhou.

Don't Dong Da" Tang] Gao Shi.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.

Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.

Jiang Xue "Tang] Liu Zongyuan.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Drinking alone" Tang] Du Mu.

Outside the window, it was snowing, and the stove was opened.

How is it like the rain of fishing boats, and the autumn river sleeps under the tent.

Night Snow "Ant Key [Tang] Bai Juyi.

The pillow has been cold, and the window is bright again.

I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

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. Snow Luo Yin.

As far as the harvest year goes, what happens in the harvest year.

There are poor people in Chang'an, and it is not appropriate to have more for Rui.

The master of Furong Mountain in the snow

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.

Send Lu Yuanwai" Tang Xue Tao.

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

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

Looking at the Afterglow in the South".

Tang] Zu Yong. The end of the south is beautiful, and the snow floats in the clouds.

The forest shows that the darkness is dark, and the twilight in the city is cold.

Plum Blossom Song] Wang Anshi.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

Snow poems. Zhang Zi, Tang Dynasty

On a snowy day in Chang'an, birds and birds are difficult to find.

Among them, the noble family, pounding pepper paste on the four walls.

Everywhere the red furnace is burned, and Luo Mi is returned to the next week.

Warm your hands and adjust the gold wire, dip the nail and pour the liquid.

Drunk singing jade dust flying, sleepy melt incense sweat drops.

How do you know that those who are hungry and cold have their hands and feet splitting?

Four Songs of Bitter Snow: One of them.

Gao Shi Tang Dynasty

February is still a north wind, and the sky is cloudy and snowy.

In a lonely room, Na Luo was ashamed.

The sorrow is like this, and the door willow is green.

Translations. It's cold in the north, it's already February, but the sky is still blowing a cold north wind, and the snow is blowing one after another, and it's gloomy.

In Leng Mu Xiaoqing's Dou Xun Eggplant Manuscript Room, I was very melancholy in my heart, afraid that I would be ashamed of my life.

While I was so sad, the willow tree in front of the door became green again.