The winter solstice is the coldest time of the year. The new round of cooling has caused snowflakes to be seen in many places across the country. The romance of snow seems to relieve the severe cold of winter; a snow seems to make the whole winter complete.
Whether it is the twists and turns of life or the flow of time, poets are sensitive. Swallows come and go, flowers bloom and fall, mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and wild geese in the north of the Great Wall. In the poet's sensitive heart, they are melted into one swan song after another, which has been passed down through the ages, will last forever, and will never fade away.
The years are beautiful, with four seasons and eight seasons, you can see spring flowers, autumn moon, summer rain and winter snow; but the years are cruel, unknowingly, time has changed into fleeting years, beautiful faces and white hair, and vicissitudes of life.
Today I recommend ten winter snow poems to you. Even though time is fleeting and things are unpredictable, we must learn to taste it. No matter whether the wine is clear or muddy, it always has its own taste.
Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi
Author: Su Shi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rough days? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys brayed.
Life is full of unknowns, just like Feihong stepping on slush. Maybe Feihong didn’t mean it, but he left fingerprints on the snow. Maybe there are hands somewhere that have written the trajectory of your life and mine. We don’t know what will happen in the future, but we can work hard for tomorrow; although the past has disappeared, it does not mean that it never existed. There may have been ups and downs, but it is the process that has made you and me who we are today.
Nietzsche said that all human suffering is pregnant with happiness. All suffering looks beautiful from a distance. Only through the baptism of hardship can we become better versions of ourselves.
North Wind Travel
Author: Li Bai
The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and the light is still open. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning on the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold. When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows, and a spider spins a web of dust. The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes. The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
Taibai’s poems have always been open and close. Although this poem is about missing a woman and reflects the evil of war, the imagery used is still grand. It's bitterly cold in the North, but the difficulties of life may still be overcome, but the person in your heart will never come back.
Farewell between life and death is a lesson that each of us must learn in this life. When things die, people don't want to see them and think about them, so they burn them to ashes, but they don't know that things are easy to burn, but love is unforgettable. The snowflakes in Yanshan fall as usual every year, but the missing woman leans against the door, but can no longer wait for her return.
The third quatrain
Author: Du Fu
Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.
The window contains Qianqiu snow of Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.
This poem is about the early spring weather. The snow in the poem is about the snow on the Xiling Snow Mountain, which never melts all year round. The whole poem is light and lively, and the artistic conception is fresh and beautiful.
With the window as a frame, the orioles, green willows, egrets, blue sky, Xiling Snow Mountain and Huanhua River outside the window can be seen