It s cold, and the wind is cold. What does it mean

In a moment, all of a sudden, the wind suddenly turned cold.

Every year on the eighteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the tide of the Qiantang River is the largest, and the tide head can reach several meters. On August 18 of the lunar calendar, the water army was inspected on the Qiantang River, and then it was followed by the Xi Cheng Festival. In addition to the tide watching festival three days before and after August 18 of the lunar calendar, there are high tides at the beginning and middle of each month of the lunar calendar, and you can do one tide and three times to see the "tide chasing tour".

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, guests from all over the world flocked to see the wonders of the Qianjiang tide, which was unprecedented. **The tide of the Qiantang River has become a trend as early as the Han, Wei and Six Dynasties, and it is more prosperous in the Tang and Song dynasties. According to legend, August 18 of the lunar calendar is the birthday of the tide god, so the tide peak is the highest.

Or when the tide is big at the beginning of the year, it pours onto the river bank and injures the tide watchers. The literature contains the poem "Zaijingtang Collection, Jiangnan Jingshi Poems, and Watching the Qiantang Tide": "At first glance, the thunder is suspected of rain, and the sea is suddenly overturned and wants to float the mountain.

Ten thousand people were like a rout, and the white waves were higher than the viewing altar. "Haining Yanguan Scenic Area, which is 50 kilometers away from Hangzhou, is the best place to watch the tide. In ancient times, Hangzhou watched the tide, with Phoenix Mountain and Jianggan as the best place.

Due to the change of geographical location, from the Ming Dynasty, Haining Yanguan was the first resort to watch the tide, so it is also called"Haining tide watching"。

Qianjiang Qiutao"It is well-known at home and abroad, and has been popular as early as the Tang and Song dynasties. On the day of watching the tide, especially a few days before and after the 18th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the cars on the road are like water and the people are surging. Overlooking the bell mouth of the Qiantang River out of the sea, the tide forms a turbulent wave, like a thousand horses galloping, encountering the riverbed near the Lupu sand is blocked, the tide is three to five meters high, and the tidal difference is up to nine to ten meters, indeed"The monstrous turbidity waves are emptied, and the rivers and mountains can be destroyed"momentum.

Different locations can enjoy different tide views: watch from the tower"A line of tide", Eight Castles look"Confluence tides", the old salt warehouse can be appreciated"Turning back"。

Sometimes it means that the flowers bloom and wither according to the laws of nature, not to mention the gains and losses in life, don't mind too much about being depressed.

I think Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Homesickness, Mother's Love, Bright Moon.

It's already a poem, a modern poem.

Said yes. For a year, every night I would look at the moon and think about my home and my mother.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much

The winter sun also seems to be afraid of the cold, and if you wear very thick clothes, the heat will not be emitted.

The weather was so cold that it could turn the lake into thick ice, and the freshly boiled water froze as soon as it hit the ground.

The biting cold wind blew and came at me from time to time. And, occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall one after another, just like dancing.

In winter, it is very cold. To be honest, I didn't want it to come, but when it came, I felt strange.

The cold wind is biting, penetrating the soul like a needle, this ghost weather, the pedestrians on the side of the road have disappeared, birds, beasts, disappeared without a trace.

In winter, a thin layer of snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers the vast desert wasteland, shining with a cold silver light.

In winter, the whole world is a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are frozen and stiff, and the air seems to be about to freeze.

In the cold winter, the river changed its liveliness, and seemed to fall asleep quietly that winter, the cold made people sore and had a headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.

Winter has arrived, the cold snap has come, the goose-feather snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is dressed in white.

The autumn of the abundant grains has been sent away, and the winter of snowflakes has finally arrived.

It snowed, and flakes fell from the sky, and in a few moments, the ground, the trees, and the roofs turned white.

Spring mornings are warm, summer mornings are warm, autumn mornings are peaceful, but what about winter?

As soon as dawn dawned, I walked to school on foot with my school bag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and there is a white mist floating on the water. I wanted to touch this strange fog, but it was like a mischievous child, one moment fleeing to the east, the other to the west......

The cold wind roared "whirring", and with its thick fingers, it brutally grabbed the hair of the passerby, and pierced the skin of the passerby like a needle. Pedestrians had no choice but to button their winter coats tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks, and walk forward quickly. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are standing in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to move forward bravely.

The shops on the street are already opening their doors. I didn't bother to admire the dazzling array of goods, or to taste the mouth-watering food, and I hurried to school in search of a winter morning.

The sun was rising, the gray fog seemed to be rolling endlessly, and I was faintly on the playground

This winter is pretty. Lovely and fascinating!

Grandpa Winter hurriedly took over the autumn girl's class and came to us, it brought a cold wind, brought a cold scene, and made us feel that winter is coming!

When I woke up in the morning, it was foggy. A milky white mist covered the land, and everywhere it was white. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly from dozens of steps; From the dense fog, the buildings and trees in front of you can only be faintly visible.

In the fog, I heard the sound of the car but couldn't see the human figure, only the headlights were like eyes, blinking and blinking.

The cold brought by winter spreads everywhere, even when it is sunny and windless, the weather is dry and cold. The bare trees stood pitifully on both sides of the riverside road, and the once vigorous grass finally could not support it and withered yellow. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep.

The north wind blew, and the little trees struggled in the cold wind; The grass crept on the ground, as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.

In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the flag stand on the campus, green figures flashed. It was a row of slim cypress trees, which were as rich and green and vibrant as they were in the cold winter.

On the side of Jiangbin Road, many iron trees are planted. Its narrow, slender leaves shimmer green in the biting winter, adding greenery to the white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

In the early morning of winter, it is very lively. In Riverside Park, people exercising can be seen everywhere. In the vast mist, the figure kept shaking.

The young people were dressed like athletes, and they were all in good spirits. They were running and jumping, full of vigor and enthusiasm. The elderly also stepped out of the house, radiant stretching out their hands, kicking and jumping on the grass.

Don't look at them as old people, they are no worse than young people in sports, and they stubbornly fight against the biting cold. Look over there again, even.

Seven- and eight-year-olds also exercised with the adults, panting and steaming on their heads. Behold, what a vibrant winter!

I love winter because it sharpens one's will and makes one stronger. Winter is finally here!

Ancient poems that describe the scenery of nature are:

The lake and autumn moon are harmonious, and the surface of the lake has no wind mirrors and is not polished.

Looking at the landscape of Dongting from afar, there is a green snail on the plate. - Wangdongting" Tang Liu Yu Xixi Xisai Mountain in front of the egret flying, peach blossom flowing water mandarin fish fat.

Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind whispers do not need to return. - Fisherman's Song" Tang Zhang Zhi and the sunshine incense burner produce purple smoke, and look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days. ——Wanglu Mountain Waterfall" Tang Li Baiyuan went up the stone path of Hanshan Mountain, and there were people in Baiyunsheng.

Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. - Mountain Walk" Tang Du Mu August Lake level, the connotation is too clear.

The steaming cloud Mengze shook Yueyang City.

If you want to help without a boat, you will be ashamed and sage.

Sitting and watching the anglers, there is nothing to envy the fish. ——Looking at Dongting Lake as a gift to Prime Minister Zhang Cheng" Tang Meng Haoran.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much

An ancient poem describing spring.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Birdsong Stream (Wang Wei).

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Qingming (Du Mu).

During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

An ancient poem describing spring.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.