Beautiful poems describing winter snow, beautiful poems about winter snow

Bai Xuege sent the military judge back to Beijing 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 horn bow is not controlled, and it is difficult to protect the 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.

Translation: The north wind swept the earth and broke the white grass, and the weather in Hudi fell in August. Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pear blossoms were in full bloom.

The snowflakes scattered into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to wear a warm brocade quilt. The general's gauntlets were so cold that they couldn't pull their bows, and the iron armor was so cold that it was hard to wear. The desert is frozen, there are cracks in the vertical and horizontal, and the sky is full of bleak and gloomy clouds.

The coach set up wine in the tent for the return of the guests, and the huqin, pipa, and flute ensemble came to help the fun. In the evening, the snow fell heavily in front of the gate, and the red flag froze and the wind could not pull it. Outside the east gate of Luntai, we will see you off in Beijing, and when you go, heavy snow will cover the Tianshan Road.

You can't see you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow.

The chapter of the winter snow is about to show nostalgia after saying goodbye to the guests.

Zhang Yueyu. Lighter than catkins and colder than frost, looking around the vast wilderness.

Frozen to detain strangers, the wind horn lonely hall around the empty corridor.

Yingying Dream blames Hua Xu for illusion, and goes to the body to be strange.

Looking back, the sky is twilight, where the line of footprints came from.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. This Liu Zongyuan's (Jiang Xue) is very beautiful.

It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.

Li Bai "Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rise".

Li Bai compares the snow to a white cloud torn apart by the immortals, which not only shows the size of the snowflakes, as big as the fluttering cotton wool, but also reflects the frenzied snowfall, such a magnificent and magnificent imagination, I am afraid that only Li Taibai can imagine it, worthy of the poet fairy!

What a romantic thought. If the immortals in this sky are also drunk, then they will also quietly sing the white snowflakes that will float! Sakurago.

Tianxian jasper Qiongyao, a little bit of flowers, pieces of goose feathers.

Xue Anfu's "Toad Palace Song and Snow".

The flying snow is like jasper Qiongyao, and like fluttering flowers and goose feathers. Tease.

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.

Bai Juyi's "Night Snow".

In the ancient poems that describe snow, I have always felt that Bai Juyi's night snow is the best.

It was so cold tonight, even the quilts and pillows were cold, which was already amazing, and I saw a light outside the window again. In the dead of night, I knew how heavy the snow was falling, because from time to time I heard the sound of snow crushing bamboo branches.

Reading this, a middle-aged **, listening to the heavy snow alone, and sleepless all night appeared. It's convincing that poetry is magical, and poetry is wonderful!

Outside the crystal curtain, the snow on the pear blossom branches.

Yankee's "Bodhisattva Man".

Outside the crystal curtains, a round of bright moonlight hangs, like a pear tree blooming, and the pear blossoms are covered with layers of crystal clear snowflakes.

It's snowing, and the window is wafting white, looking at the snow decorating everything in nature with ice and jade, fresh and elegant, and a little frosty.