The Beauty of Walking in the Snow
"The Master Staying at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
At dusk the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor .
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
The poet stayed at a farmer's house in Furong Mountain at night. At night, he heard that the owner of the farmhouse had returned from a snowy night and his dog was barking. A picture of a man returning from a snowstorm burst out of the paper. Although there is wind and snow, someone is waiting for you, and walking in the snow is also warm.
The beauty of loneliness
"Snow on the River"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man in a lone boat with a coir raincoat fishing fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
The world between heaven and earth is so pure and silent, spotless and silent; the fisherman's life is so noble, and his character is so aloof. Loneliness is the normal state of life, and pride is the limit of life.
The beauty of interest
"Asking Liu Nineteenth"
Tang Bai Juyi
Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It’s snowing in the evening, can you have a drink?
There are only two words in the whole poem, with no profound sustenance or gorgeous rhetoric, but the lines are filled with warm and cheerful colors and warm and fiery friendship. Drinking around the fire with good friends is the most pleasant thing in winter.
The beauty of smelling the fragrance
"Plum Blossoms"
Song Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Classical King: Plum blossoms, as white as snow, grow in the corner but are not inferior, exuding fragrance from afar. It doesn't have to fight for spring, it is fragrant on its own, but it is more refreshing.
The beauty of pride
"Farewell to Dong Da"
Tang Gaoshi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
Contrary to the lingering sadness of previous farewell poems, this poem, with its sincere friendship and strong faith, paints the willow color of Baqiao and the wind and snow of Weicheng with another bold and vigorous color. The best parting is not crying, but that no matter what the future holds, we can believe that each other can live well.
The beauty of majesty
"Song under the Sai"
Tang Lulun
The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.
The general discovered that the enemy was absconding and wanted to lead the light cavalry to pursue him. Just as he was about to set off, there was a heavy snowfall. In an instant, the bow and knife were covered with snowflakes, and the majestic beauty appeared on the page. A man with great ambitions, heroic spirit on the frontier, serving his country and his family, settling down and settling down, is worthy of being called a man.
Amazing beauty
"Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Tang Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground folds, Hu It's snowing in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and lutes.
The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Although this poem is not set in winter, it is a real winter scene. The snow on the winter forest is like the flowers blooming on each tree. The magnificent artistic conception of "thousands of pear trees in bloom" is quite romantic.