1. Winter sad poems
Bai Juyi, Embracing Xiang Ling on the Winter Solstice Night
The beauty is invisible, and the cold quilt is inaccessible.
How could the longest night be spent sleeping alone?
Lu Wen's Winter Night
I get up and lie down again with all my worries on my mind, and the night is too long to pass.
The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like broken mirrors.
Bai Juyi Smelling Insects on a Winter Night
The sound of insects makes people think of winter and autumn, and makes people feel sad when they hear it.
I am an old man who is not afraid of listening, but a young man should not listen to Bai Juntou.
Jia Dao Sending someone off on a winter night
Walking on the village bridge in the bright light, the flowers have fallen on the Meixi River and the snow has not disappeared.
The days are short and the weather is cold, I am worried about seeing off guests, and the road to Chushan is endless.
Wei Zhuang Winter Night
Sleeping in the cold furnace, the wine is half gone, the guest's love and hometown dream are far away.
No one can sharpen my sword for me and cut off even an inch of my sadness.
Du Mu Drinking on an Early Winter Night
Huaiyang is often sick and I sometimes seek love, but the sleeves of guests are covered with frost and the candle tray.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year?
Li Shangyin and Han Donglang impromptuly sent a poem to each other, which shocked the rest of the world... and also presented the fearful member.
The poem was cut and completed at the age of ten, and the cold and ashes of the candle moved the separation.
The tungflowers are everywhere on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??as clear as the old phoenix.
Lu Guimeng, Winter Willow
The willow tree stands diagonally opposite the savage window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly.
Du Fu Early Winter
The old man's military uniform is narrow, and his color is dark when he returns home.
The water is rushing on the fishing boat, and the hunting fire is burning in the high forest.
One day I was drunk in the pool, and Liang Fu sang in sorrow.
The war has not ceased, so where is the origin?
Du Fu Winter is deep (the first work is today)
The flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and the rivers and streams are full of stone roots.
The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces.
It is easy to shed Yang Zhu's tears, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest.
The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at? 2. Sad poems in winter
Hello! Bai Juyi, Embracing Xiang Ling on the Winter Solstice Night, has no way of seeing her beauty, and cannot be kissed in the cold quilt.
How could the longest night be spent sleeping alone? Lu Wen The winter night is about to happen. I get up and lie down again with all kinds of worries. The night is too long to live through.
The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like broken mirrors. Bai Juyi Hearing Insects on a Winter Night The sound of insects makes people feel sad in winter and sad in autumn.
I am an old man who is not afraid of listening, but a young man should not listen to Bai Juntou. Jia Dao Sending people off on a winter night. Walking on the village bridge in the bright light, the flowers have fallen on the Meixi River and the snow has not disappeared.
The days are short and the weather is cold, I am worried about seeing off guests, and the road to Chushan is endless. Weizhuang Winter Night When I sleep in the cold furnace and the wine is half gone, I can feel my guest's love and dreams of my hometown far away.
No one can sharpen my sword for me and cut off even an inch of my sadness. Du Mu Drinking at night in early winter: Huaiyang is sick and I sometimes seek love, but the guest's sleeves are filled with frost and the candle tray.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year? Li Shangyin and Han Donglang impromptuly sent a poem to each other, which shocked the rest of the world... and also presented the fearful member. The poem was cut and completed at the age of ten, and the cold and ashes of the candle moved the separation.
The tungflowers are everywhere on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??as clear as the old phoenix. Lu Guimeng, Winter Willow, Willow Ting diagonally faces the savage window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly. Du Fu's Early Winter: The old man's military uniform is narrow, and his color is dark when he returns home.
The water is rushing on the fishing boat, and the hunting fire is burning in the high forest. One day I was drunk in the pool, and Liang Fu sang in sorrow.
The war has not ceased, so where is the origin? Du Fu's "Deep Winter" (One Work Today) The flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and the rivers and streams are full of stone roots.
The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces. It is easy to shed Yang Zhu's tears, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest.
The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at? The sound of insects sounds like winter and autumn makes people feel sad when they hear it.
I am an old man who is not afraid of listening, but a young man should not listen to Bai Juntou. "Smelling Insects on a Winter Night" by Bai Juyi I get up and lie down again with all kinds of worries on my mind, and the night is too long to live through.
The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like broken mirrors. "Winter Nights" Lu Wen There is no way to see the beauty, and the cold quilt is inaccessible.
How could the longest night be spent sleeping alone? "Winter Solstice Night Hunan Spirit" Bai Juyi Liu Ting slanted towards the barbarian window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly. "Winter Willow" Lu Guimeng Sleeping in the cold furnace wine is half gone, the guest's love and hometown dream are far away.
No one can sharpen my sword for me and cut off even an inch of my sadness. "Winter Night" Wei Zhuang The light breeze passed over the three rivers, the leaves were covered with frost, and the moon was filled with frost.
The sounds of autumn have faded away, and the winter colors emerge from the horizontal windows. The sparse shadows of plum blossoms play three tunes, the pine and snow fall, and the dusk clouds are low.
Dye with dark fragrance. Drunk and heartbroken.
Author of "The Plum Blossoms of Jiangcheng·Winter Sorrow": Lian Yuhua is in trouble Huaiyang is often sick and I seek love, and the guest's sleeves are frosted and the candle tray is invaded. Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year?
"Early Winter Night Drinking" Du Mu Walking on the village bridge in the bright light, the flowers fall on the Meixi River and the snow has not disappeared. The days are short and the weather is cold, I am worried about seeing off guests, and the road to Chushan is infinite and far away.
"Sending Someone Away on a Winter Night" by Jia Dao In the late winter in the north, in the early morning, there are little birds in confusion. The old Taoist has spread the dust wantonly.
In debauchery, rendering, dusk under the street lamp. "The Last Winter in the North" Author: Yang Luo "Deep Winter (One Work Today)" Du Fu's flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and the rivers and streams follow the stone roots.
The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces. It is easy to shed tears of Yang Zhu, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest.
The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at? It was freezing cold and gray last night, with a steady drizzle.
The roaring wind is chilling to the bones as it approaches the sea. When Bo Yang gets drunk, another year will pass.
It is extremely sad to live in the cold and warm life. How difficult it is to find a boat and ride on the waves.
Be bold and proud alone with Mei, and never give up until death. "Lang Tao Sha·Winter" Author: Du Fu 2012 The cold wind rustled my teeth and smiled, and my eyes were sore and filled with tears.
In the winter solstice, a fool has no dumplings, so he makes delicacies with tears. "Winter Solstice Desolation" Author: Niu Hongliang The desolation of winter has penetrated into the bone marrow of the season.
The peach blossom of fate is extinguished in your heart. The home on paper was also abandoned by the rain.
So many beautiful days have been lost. We never thought that we would be able to pick it up easily.
"Winter, the Sadness of a Sigh" Author: Zhang Shidong The old man's military uniform is narrow, and his color is dark when he returns home. The water is rushing on the fishing boat, and the hunting fire is burning in the high forest.
One day I was drunk in Xichichi, and Liang Fuyin came to me with sorrow. The war has not ceased, so where is the origin?
"Early Winter" Du Fu In the late winter in the north, the fierce wind blows on the face, and the earth is full of drunkenness, tiredness and sound sleep. "The Last Winter in the North" Author: Yang Luo The wind and sand blow by, the freezing rain falls, who carries my lovesickness in the winter melody? Looking at these lamps, I am warming myself by the fire. The white curtain is coming, which is the melancholy caused by infatuation.
Author of "Winter's Melancholy": Yuanmengren Drinking the north wind for nine cold days, I feel lonely and my heart freezes. My eyes are looking forward to seeing the plum blossoms before they bloom, and the fragrance of winter solstice dumplings turns into a dream.
"Winter Solstice is Cold" Author: Niu Hongliang Autumn wind, autumn leaves, autumn nights and autumn mood give autumn, winter plums, winter snow, winter spirits are approaching winter. It hurts each other, hurts this, hurts my thoughts, hurts my emotions, and makes me burst into tears.
Author of "Tears in Autumn and Winter": Love Tears and Think of Rain. This winter, I regard you as the girl I love most. I bloom my attachment in the snowflakes, but you are not happy at all, and your face is filled with tears. sad. If there are no flowers this winter, love will be gone. Childhood feelings will not come back. How can the fireworks after the rain ring all over the sky?
I'm tired, I'm hurt. My trembling hands were wrapped around my body, my head was lowered into my arms, and I was running around with sorrow all over the sky.
"Winter is riding sadness all over the sky" Author: 316131755 The warm sunshine in autumn is immature, not as good as the wings of dandelions. The beginning of winter arrives as scheduled tomorrow, and there has been heavy snowfall in the north.
The depth of winter is also unfathomable. For the first time, I want to be a strong pine and stand strong and proud in the snow wind. "The Pain of Winter" Author: Xiao Shanchun I hope it can help you. 3. Sad poems describing winter
1. The grass dries up and the eagle’s eyes become weak, and the snow is gone and the horse’s hooves are light.
——Wang Wei's "Watching the Hunt" 2. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger stands alone. ——Cui Tu's "New Year's Eve" 3. The clouds are low at dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
——Du Fu's "Confronting the Snow" 4. In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night. ——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms" 5. Three winters are enough now, who laughs with an empty stomach.
——Wang Zhu's "Study Diligently" 6. Thousands of trees are about to break when frozen, but a solitary root warms back alone. ——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms" 7. You must know that the pines are noble and clean until the snow melts.
——Chen Yi's "Green Pine" 8. The flying snow brings the spring breeze, and Pei Hui circles the sky in chaos. ——Liu Fangping's "Spring Snow" 9. Winter plum blossoms are the most hated, often used as last year's flowers.
——Li Shangyin's "Recalling Plum Blossoms" 10. Listening to the flute with sorrow, leaning against the leaning branch to see the disease. ——Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom" 11. The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk snow.
——Lu Lun's "Li Duangong" 12. The bright moon shines on the snow, and the new wind is strong and sad. ——Xie Lingyun's "Twilight of the Year" 13. The calyx contains snow at the beginning, and it is difficult to mark the painting alone.
——Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossoms" 14. The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums. ——Yang Jiong's "Military March" 15. I was surprised that the quilt pillow was cold and the window was bright again.
——Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" 16. It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin" 17. The sound of the book outside the mountain is broken, and winter comes back to spring.
——Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River" 18. The newly cracked Qi Wan Su is as fresh and clean as frost and snow. ——Ban Jieyu's "Song of Resentment" 19. The spring snow is coming, and it looks like flowers are blooming wherever it touches.
——Zhao Gu's "Happy Zhang Feng's Retirement" 20. The forest shows a bright color, and the city becomes colder at dusk. ——Zu Yong "Looking at the Remaining Snow in the South" 21. I don't know if the water flowers bloom first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow.
——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms" 22. At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.
——Du Fu's "Ge Night" 23. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun is shining at the winter solstice and spring is coming again.
——Du Fu's "Xiao Zhi" 24. There is no need to cut off the red crown on your head, and you will walk into the future covered with snow. ——Tang Yin's "Painting Chicken" 25. Three cities are garrisoned with white snow in Xishan, and there are thousands of miles of bridges on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.
——Du Fu's "Ambition" 26. The snow blows and the wind becomes more and more awe-inspiring, and the integrity of the flowers is the strongest. ——Lu You's "Falling Plum Blossoms" 27. The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but the plum blossoms are different.
——Du Lei's "Cold Night" 28. The poplar and elm pods have no talent for thinking, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky. ——Han Yu's "Late Spring" 29. A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips stands next to the village road and the creek bridge.
——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms" 30. The moon on the city wall is as frosty as snow, and the sound of the fifth watch on the building is in despair. ——Zhang Lei's "Showing the Straw" 31. The snow in the city has just disappeared, and shepherd's purse grows, and there are few people walking in the deep alleys of Jiaomen.
——Yang Zai's "To the Capital" 32. Winter nights are cold and the nights are long, and I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating. ——Li Bai's "Night Sitting and Chanting" 33. No one can be seen when the flute is heard, and the red flag goes straight up to the snow of Tianshan Mountain.
——Chen Yu's "Army March" 34. In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tomb, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains. ——Liu Zhongyong's "Conquering Grudges" 35. The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring.
——Bai Juyi's "Early Winter" 36. Thousands of miles of cold light produces snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals. ——Zu Yong "Looking at Jimen" 37. It's a miserable snowy night in Chaimen. It's better to have children than not to have children at this time.
——Huang Jingren's "Farewell Old Mother" 38. The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. ——Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink" 39. You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent you to the world with a head full of snow.
——Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi" 40. I heard the plum blossoms and the morning breeze, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains. ——Lu You's "Plum Blossom Quatrains" 41. It is snowing in the mountains in May, but it is cold without flowers.
——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Fortress·Part 1" 42. The jade bones are filled with sorrow and mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy style. ——Su Shi's "Xijiang Moon·Plum Blossoms" 43. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to bud when frozen and thundered.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Reply to Yuan Zhen" 44. The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is dispersed in the autumn wind. ——Lu You's "Five Poems of Indignation, Part 1" 45. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to join and break its soul.
——Lin Bu's "Shanyuan Xiaomei·Part 1" 46. If you are not obsessed with appearance, you will prefer cold places. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries and Chanting Snowflakes on the Fortress" 47. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lamps hugging the knees accompany me.
——Bai Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness" 48. The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy. ——Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberries and Chanting Snowflakes on the Wall" 49. If you want to sit at home late at night, you should talk about people who are traveling far away.
——Bai Juyi's "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness" 50. The first watch of the wind and the last watch of the snow shatter the homesickness and dreams. ——Nalan Xingde's "Song of Acacia: A Journey in the Mountain" 51. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is like spring water.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Tasha Xing·Waiting for the Plum Blossoms in the Pavilion" 52. I see you off at the east gate of Luntai, and the road to Tianshan Mountain is covered with snow when you leave. ——Cen Shen's "Baixuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital" 53. The end of Pingwu is the Spring Mountain, and the pedestrians are outside the Spring Mountain.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Treading the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms" 54. Scattered into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. ——Cen Shen's "Baixuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" 55. It is almost dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
——Ma Zhiyuan's "Shouyang Song·Twilight Snow in the River Sky" 56. The wind is miserable at the end of the year, and the snow is shining through the sun. ——Tao Yuanming's "Writing in the Mid-Twelve Months of the Year of Guimao" 57. Three thousand poems about the romance of Hanlin were sent to Wu Ji to read with tears.
——Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky·Snow Shines on the Mountain City and Jade Fingers are Cold" 58. The jade bowl is cold and dripping with dew, and the powder melts and the fragrant snow penetrates the gauze. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha·Jade Bowl Drops of Ice and Dew" 59. It is remembered that walking in the snow at Juguan was a clear journey, and the mink fur was crispy in the cold.
——Zhang Yan's "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou·Remembering the Clear Tour in the Snow at Jade Pass" 60. For a while, no one was seen leaning on the railing, and the turtle hair covered his tears and thought about it. ——Feng Yansi's "Magpie Stepping on the Branches, Thousands of Plum Blossoms Falling from the Branches". 4. Poems describing the sadness of winter
1. Poems: Huaiyang is sick and occasionally seeks pleasure, and the guest's sleeves are filled with frost and candle trays. Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year?
From: "Drinking on an Early Winter Night" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Explanation: I am like Ji An, the prefect of Huaiyang, who often lies in bed. Occasionally, I drink a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. I wear knots on my sleeves when I live in a foreign land. Full of frost, only with the company of lamps and candles. The snow under the steps is like clusters of white pear blossoms. Who will lean on the railing here next year?
2. Poetry: There is no way to see the beauty, and the cold quilt is inaccessible. How can I spend the longest night sleeping alone?
From: Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi's "Winter Solstice Night with Xiang Ling"
Definition: I have missed her for many years but can't see each other. The quilt is so cold that I can't touch her. How can we endure the longest cold night of the year, not to mention that you and I are both lonely and insomniacs.
3. Poetry: Walking on the village bridge in the clear day, the flowers have fallen on the plum river and the snow has not disappeared. The days are short and the weather is cold, I am worried about seeing off guests, and the road to Chushan is infinite and far away.
From: "Send Off on a Winter Night" by Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The sky is just bright, we will ride on horseback to see you off to the bridge at the entrance of the village. It has been snowing heavily for several days and the snow has not gone away. The plum blossom petals on the branches are falling in the wind and carried away by the water flow. In winter, the days are short, the nights are long, and the weather is cold. When you leave at this dawn, I feel so reluctant to leave you. The endless Chu Mountain, thinking of the long journey and dangers along the way, has to worry about you.
4. Poetry: The winter night is cold and lasts forever, and leaks occur in the palace at night. The grass is white and covered with frost, the trees are decaying and the moon is clear. The beautiful clothes reflect the decayed face, and the red lamp illuminates the gorgeous hair. The Han family was still young, so Gu Ying came to visit him in shame.
From: "Winter Night Book" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Explanation: The winter nights are cold and long, and the sound of drums is heard in the palace. The white grass is covered with thick frost, the wooden leaves are sparse and the moon is cold and bright. The fine clothes reflect my decayed appearance, and the red light shines on my gray hair. When the imperial court was still young, he could not help but look at Yingshang when he went to court.
5. Poetry: The hotel is sleepless under the cold light, and the guest's heart becomes desolate. Tonight I miss my hometown thousands of miles away, and I will see another year of frost on my temples tomorrow.
From: Tang Dynasty Gao Shi's "Great Night Works"
Explanation: I was lying alone in the hotel, with the cold light shining on me, and it was difficult to fall asleep for a long time. What is it that makes me, a tourist, feel desolate and sad? People in my hometown must be missing me tonight, who is thousands of miles away; my hair on the temples has turned gray, and tomorrow will be a new year. 5. Sad poems about winter
The grass dries up and the hawk’s eyes become weak, and the snow is gone and the horse’s hooves are light.
——Wang Wei's "Guan Xun" On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone. ——Cui Tu's "New Year's Eve" The clouds are low at dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
——Du Fu's "Snow" In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night. ——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms" Ten thousand trees are about to break due to the cold, but the lonely roots are warm and alone.
——Qi Ji's "Early Plum Blossoms" You must know that the pines are noble and clean until the snow melts. ——Chen Yi's "Green Pine" The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk and snow.
——Lu Lun's "Li Duangong" The bright moon shines on the snow, and the new wind is strong and sad. ——Xie Lingyun's "Twilight of the Year" The calyx begins to contain snow, and it is difficult to label the painting alone.
——Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom" The flag painting is dark with snow, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums. ——Yang Jiong's "Army March" I was surprised that my quilt was cold and my pillow was cold, and I saw the bright window again.
——Bai Juyi's "Snow at Night" It is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon among the clouds. ——Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin" The voice book outside the mountains is broken, and spring comes back after winter.
——Song Zhiwen's "Crossing the Han River" Freshly cracked Qi Wan Su, fresh and clean as frost and snow. ——Ban Jieyu's "Song of Resentment" The forest shows its bright colors, and the city becomes colder at dusk.
——Zu's poem "Watching the Remaining Snow in the End of the South" I don't know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. ——Zhang Wei's "Early Plum Blossoms" At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.
——Du Fu's "Ge Night" The weather, people, and sun are urging each other, and the sun brings forth spring at the winter solstice. ——Du Fu's "Little Arrival" Three cities are garrisoned with white snow on the west mountain, and there are thousands of miles of bridges on the Qingjiang River in Nanpu.
——Du Fu's "Ambition" The snow blows and the wind becomes more awe-inspiring, and the integrity of the flowers is the strongest. ——Lu You's "Falling Plum Blossoms" The moon in front of the window is the same, but the difference is that there are plum blossoms.
——Du Lei's "Cold Night" The poplars and elm pods have no talent for thinking, but they can only explain the snow flying all over the sky. ——Han Yu's "Late Spring" A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips stands next to the village road and the creek bridge.
——Zhang said "Early Plum Blossoms" The moon above the city is as frosty as snow, and the sound of the fifth watch above the building is heartbreaking. ——Zhang Lei's "Showing the Straws" The snow in the city has just disappeared and shepherd's purses are growing, and there are few people walking in the deep alleys of Jiaomen.
——Yang Zai's "To the Capital" Winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating. ——Li Bai's "Sitting at Night" No one can be seen when the flute is heard, and the red flag goes straight up to the snow of Tianshan Mountain.
——Chen Yu's "Army March" In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains. ——Liu Zhongyong's "Conquering Resentment" The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring.
——Bai Juyi's "Early Winter" Thousands of miles of cold light produces snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals. ——Zu Yong "Wang Jimen" The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
——Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink" You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow. ——Bai Juyi's "Meng Wei Zhi" I heard the plum blossoms and the dawn wind, and the snow piles were all over the four mountains.
——Lu You's "Plum Blossom Quatrains" It is snowing in the mountains in May, but there are no flowers but cold. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Fortress·One" The jade bones are worried about the miasma, and the ice posture has its own fairy style.
——Su Shi's "Moon in Xijiang·Plum Blossoms" There are still oranges on the branches under the heavy snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout when they are shocked by freezing thunder. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Playing with Yuan Zhen" The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snow at night, and the iron horse is dispersed in the autumn wind.
——Lu You's "Five Poems of Indignation·Part 1" The wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are shattered. ——Nalan Xingde's "Saurus Acacia·A Journey to the Mountain" The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.
——Ouyang Xiu's "Treading the Shasha·Waiting for the Broken Plum Blossoms in the Pavilion" It's almost dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins. ——Ma Zhiyuan's "Shouyang Song·Dusk Snow in the River Sky" The wind is desolate at dusk, and the snow is shining all day long.
——Tao Yuanming's "Written in the middle of the twelfth month of the Guimao year and respect my younger brother" The jade bowl is cold and dripping with dew, and the powder melts and the fragrant snow penetrates the gauze. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxisha·Jade bowl dripping with dew in the cold". 6. Sad poems about winter
1. The white snow is not like it. The difference in the air is like spreading salt, but it is not like catkins blowing up in the wind. "Couplet of Ode to Snow" by Xie Daoyun of Jin Dynasty
2. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were as big as a mat, and they blew down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another.
"North Wind Travel" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
3. If the severe winter is not severe, how can we see the spring. Tang Dynasty Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jing Guan He Pavilion"
4. The snow is like plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are like snow. The similarities and dissimilarities are both strange. "Treading on the Shasha" in Lu Benzhong of the Song Dynasty.
5. The snowflakes are like palms and it is hard to cover your eyes, and the wind is as strong as a knife. Qian Qianyi's "Snow Night Ci Liu Jingzhong Yun"
6. The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost. "Two Poems on Snow" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
7. The setting sun is on the sparse bamboos, and the remaining snow is scattered in the mountains. Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty "The Lord Chu's house meeting was completed by the concubine Qian Yuanwailang envoy"
8. One night in Xian Mountain, the jade dragon was cold, and the thousands of pear trees in the phoenix forest grew old. Lu Yan of the Tang Dynasty "Sword Drawing This Poetry in the Snow of Xiangyang"
9. The stream is so deep that it is hard to bear the snow, and the mountains are frozen and the clouds cannot flow. "Xue Wang" by Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty
10. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden. "Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty
11. All the frozen springs have been swallowed, and I sing colder even more. Leaning against pine trees in the middle of the night, my clothes are covered with snow. "Bitter Cold Song" by Liu Jia of the Tang Dynasty
12. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August. Cen Shen's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
13. I don't know if the clouds in the courtyard have fallen this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night. Jin·Xie Daoyun's "Couplet of Ode to Snow"
14. Only then did I see the clouds covering the top of the mountain, and the snow on the rocks was already falling like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade trees, thousands of usneas trees and thousands of clouds. "Southern Qin Snow" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
15. Chaimen hears dogs barking and returns home on a snowy night. Liu Changqing, "The Master Who Stayed at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
16. When I came to look at the green branches, I saw a few cold flowers that refused to disappear. "Pear Blossom" by Xu Wei of the Ming Dynasty;
17. The window contains Qianqiu snow in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wu Dynasty. Du Fu's "Quatrains" 7. Poems about sadness in winter
1. The warm sunshine of autumn is immature, not as good as the wings of dandelions. The beginning of winter arrives as scheduled tomorrow, and there has been heavy snowfall in the north. The depth of winter is also unfathomable. For the first time, I want to stand strong and proud in the snowy wind. "The Pain of Winter" Author: Xiao Shanchun
2. It was freezing gray and drizzling last night. The roaring wind near the sea is bone-breakingly cold. When Bo Yang gets drunk, another year will pass. It is extremely sad to live in a life of leisure and hardship. How difficult it is to find a boat and ride on the waves. I dare to be proud alone with Mei, and I will not give up until death. "Lang Taosha·Suffering from Winter" Author: Du Fu 2012
3. The light breeze blows across the three rivers, the leaves are covered with frost, and the moon is filled with frost. The sounds of autumn have faded away, and the winter colors emerge from the horizontal windows. The sparse shadows of plum blossoms play three tunes, the pine and snow fall, and the dusk clouds are low. Dye with dark fragrance.
Secret fragrance, secret fragrance, mistaken for a foreign country. The sky is on one side and the water is on the other side. Hope and hope, hope can not be seen clearly, eyes full of vicissitudes of life. Only the shadow of an empty building, where can I say desolation? The rest of the quiet heart is added to the wine, and the tears are drunk, and the body is full of sorrow and drunk. "Jiangcheng Plum Blossoms - Winter Sorrow" author: Lianyuhuashi
4. Autumn wind, autumn leaves, autumn nights, autumn mood give autumn, winter plums, winter snow, winter spirits are approaching winter. It hurts each other, hurts this, hurts my thoughts, hurts my emotions, and makes me burst into tears. "Tears in Autumn and Winter" author: Love Tears and Think Rain
5. In the late winter in the north, the fierce wind blows on the face, and the earth is full of drunkenness, tiredness and sound sleep. "The Last Winter in the North" Author: Yang Luo 8. Sad Winter Poems
Sad Winter Poems: Lu Wen The winter night is about to happen. I get up and lie down with all kinds of worries, and the night is too long to live through.
The wind blows the snowflakes like falling flowers, and the moon shines on the ice like broken mirrors. Bai Juyi Hearing Insects on a Winter Night The sound of insects makes people feel sad in winter and sad in autumn.
I am an old man who listens without fear, but a young man should not listen to Bai Juntou. Jia Dao Sending people off on a winter night. Walking across the village bridge in the bright light, the flowers have fallen on the Meixi River and the snow has not disappeared.
The days are short and the weather is cold, I am worried about seeing off guests, and the road to Chushan is endless. Wei Zhuang Winter Night When I sleep in the cold furnace and the wine is half gone, I can feel my guest's love and dreams of my hometown far away.
No one can sharpen my sword for me and cut off even an inch of my sorrow. Du Mu Drinking at night in early winter: Huaiyang is sick and I sometimes seek love, but the guest's sleeves are filled with frost and the candle tray.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year? Li Shangyin and Han Donglang impromptuly sent a poem to each other, which shocked the rest of the world... and also presented the fearful member. The poem was cut and completed at the age of ten, and the cold and ashes of the candle moved the separation.
The tungflowers are everywhere on the Danshan Road, and the young phoenix is ??as clear as the old phoenix. Lu Guimeng, Winter Willow, Willow Ting diagonally faces the savage window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly. Du Fu's Early Winter: The old man's military uniform is narrow, and his color is dark when he returns home.
The water is rushing on the fishing boat, and the hunting fire is burning in the high forest. One day I was drunk in the pool, and Liang Fu sang in sorrow.
The war has not ceased, so where is the origin? Du Fu's "Deep Winter" (One Work Today) The flowers and leaves follow the will of God, and the rivers and streams are full of stone roots.
The morning clouds follow the shadows, and the cold water follows the traces. It is easy to shed Yang Zhu's tears, but it is difficult to attract the soul of Chu guest.
The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who can I stay at?