Cen Can's poems about the purity of winter. Cen Can's poems about winter.
Winter poems written by Cen Can.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Author: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
2. Cen Can's Winter Poetry
1, a song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
2 "Rehai Xing Hang sends Cui Shiyu back to Beijing"
I smell the Hull language of Yinshan Mountain, and the boiling water in the west seems to be boiling.
Many birds at sea dare not fly, and some carp are long and fat.
The grass grows on the shore and the snow spins away in the air.
Steamed sodium silicate burns clouds, boiling waves burn waves and frying the moon.
Yin fire burns the furnace of heaven and earth, why does it turn to the west?
The moon-swallowing cave invaded Taibai, and even Akasaka spread sweat.
See you drunk in Tianshan Guo, you watch the sunset at the seaside.
The cold of Baitai ointment is pressing, and the inflammation of the hot sea is thin.
3. Poems about winter written by Cen Can.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Tang Censhen
The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.
But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.
Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.
We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Travel to Sichuan and send you to the west.
Tang Censhen
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.
On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.
Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .
Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.
The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.
It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
4. Poems describing the whiteness and purity of winter
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is white, but it has lost its fragrance. (Lu Meipo) Snow is like plum blossom, and plum blossom is like snow, but it seems different. (Lv Benzhong) There are some plums in the corner, and hanling blooms alone. It is not snow that comes from afar, because there is a faint fragrance (Wang Anshi) (These three sentences skillfully describe each other with snow and plum blossoms in terms of color, season and the hope that they give people spring. We can also learn from the author's methods and write many related things in Nature realistically through our own reasonable imagination. Only when we see the mountains covered with clouds will we be surprised that rocks are snowing like dust. There are thousands of Yushu trees on Qianfeng Mountain, and thousands of clouds are scattered on thousands of trees. (Yuan Zhen) Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the green bamboo become lovely branches (high article). (The first half of these two poems describe the typical snow scene in the north, "it is a typical' hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints'" and the bad weather staying indoors. But in the second half of the poem, the author expresses it through natural scenery. Let the winter in the north become warm and gentle, instead of being killed by snow. The author expressed his passion for nature and life concretely and appropriately. From this, we can draw a conclusion that the description of natural scenery must be combined with his rich psychological world to be truly touching. ) Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only the hoofprint (Cen Can) which is the hometown of Yunheng Qinling. The poem "Snow Holding the Blue Gate to Stop the Horse (Han Yu)" is the author's expression of sincere feelings between people with snow. This is a typical lyric by borrowing scenery. In this way, with the help of rendering natural scenery, readers will have the feeling of singing. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night (Cen Can). Snow disappears outside the door, Qian Shan is green, the riverside is blooming, February is fine (Ouyang Xiu), snow and spring. This is what we wrote to many people. Expressed the author's full enthusiasm and optimistic outlook on life. The author used poetry to provide us with a colorful picture of spring, prompting us to associate the beauty of spring, which is the enlightenment of literary works to people's hearts. The snowflake on the swallow was as big as a seat and blew off the Xuanyuan terrace. It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes start to fall with it (Li Bai). This is Li Bai's poem directly describing the big snowflake. We can directly quote to describe snow. We should learn the poet's creative quality through careful observation and image portrayal. Jade Dragon was defeated by three million, and broken bones were flying all over the sky (Bird). This is the author's bold imagination. He wrote the snow as Jackie Chan floating down from the fierce battle in the sky, giving it a chivalrous character. When the environmental atmosphere and psychological feelings suit it, we can quote this unique poem. Catkin is exposed to the wind (Xie Daowen). The emerald fragrance is still burning. Sitting alone at night will make people feel very tired and dream more lonely. (Shen Pei) This is a good combination of snow and human meditation, and it is the loneliness of talented women in feudal society. The scene of people and snow outside the window reflects a certain social background and is a typical literary work related to a certain social background. Time: Song Author: Works: Darkness. A heart of stone is a heart of stone. It's three flowers and two flowers, lasting forever, and talented people are coquettish. I still remember I was drunk in the East Garden, and there were seats all over the sky. Looking back, there was silence. The rain is dark and foggy, and all kinds of worries are piled up. Jinjiang road is very quiet, and the media hired me to remember it. It has always been a bamboo building with thatched eaves. It is hard to expect that the smoke is golden blue. I am haggard and in the Qiang tube. Who is to blame? -Year: Yuan Author: Yuan Anonymous Works: Klang Ganzhou Content: A ball, fried in a jade furnace. When it's hot, you can't help adding oil to the fire. You must know that red smoke has no flame. You must try not to lose or lose, but the weight is still the same. So three thousand. Exercise. Just in the distance. Home has its own nectar spring. Need to water the yellow bud long Ruilian. -Year: Tang Author: Zhu Wan Works: Xue Chang 'an Content: Thousands of snowflakes fall, falling silently into the tile ditch bit by bit. They are all like jade dust, and half of borneol is still flowing ... When you are young, you must have money. -Year: Tang Author: Lu Lun Works: You must meet Geng when you come out of the mountain. Content: Wan Li, a distant mountain with light clouds and snow, don't come to the highest peak to live. I can't return to the world for a while, so I'll meet you again in Chang 'an. -What's wrong with the sound? The wind fills up first, it's too close to the city. Because of the heavy wind and light rain, it is too light. Ganlu knows that good times are like frost waiting for old age. Little Confucian scholars have the same taste, but the emperor has no answer. Chun Xue's empty curtains are slanting outside, half in the wild. The sky is far away, the mountains and mountains are white, and the plum blossoms and willows are indistinguishable. I can only see a vast expanse of whiteness between heaven and earth. Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time. 3. The heavy snow falls in succession, dancing in various postures in the air, flying or hovering, or falling straight and fast, and falling to the ground. Snow makes people feel that there is only one word-cold. The earth is silvery white, clean and clean. Like goose feathers falling from the sky. When it begins to snow, the snowflakes are usually not big or dense. For example, catkins float gently with the wind. The wind is blowing harder and harder, the snow is getting denser and the snow is getting bigger and bigger. Like a white net, you can't see anything far away. 6. Snow covered roofs and roads, crushed branches and hid various objects. Make heaven and earth melt into a white body. 7. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Small clouds turned into thick white clouds, slowly rising and expanding, gradually covering the sky. It began to snow lightly. Suddenly, a large piece of snow fell. The wind roared and a snowstorm came. In a flash, the dark sky looks like Xue Hai.
5. Poems about winter written by Cen Can.
"Bai Xuege Farewell to Tian Wu Gui" Tang Censhen's north wind rolled white grass, and the eight In the snow days were like spring breeze. At night, the petals of Wanli pear were blown into the bead curtain, and the silk curtain was wet. The fur coat felt cold, and the cotton mat was thin and hard, so it could not be pulled, and it was all protective of iron clothes. The vast sea is dry and cold, and the gloomy clouds are bleak. China's army bought wine to drink, and the Huqin Pipa and Qiangdi went home. Snow after snow fell on Yuanmen, but the red flag could not be overturned by the wind. The east gate of Luntai will see you off. Enter the snowdrift of Tianding Road, and then he disappears at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. Tang's monk here, look at Xue Hai running the horse river! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven, this September night blows cold wheel towers, and valleys, full of broken boulders like pecking measures, downward, upside down, with the wind. Xiongnu grass is fat in Huang Ma, and smoke flies to Shanxi. The general of the Han family went to the west. The general's shining armor stays at night, and the army moves in the middle of the night, and the limelight is like a knife. Horse hair steamed snow sweat, spend money to spin into ice. The grass in the curtain.