A poem about sunny after snow 1. A poem about sunshine after snow.
1, blow the breeze and hang up the lights in the igloo.
Sending a Clear Stream to Yuan Gong in Winter Night Tang Dynasty: Lang Shiyuan.
Gather in the cold bamboo and meditate.
Pine stumps fall, and deep wells freeze.
When the wind blows, the igloo lights up.
Why not invite me to stay? Travel on the moon.
Explanation:
Walking slowly through the deserted bamboo forest, when you meditate, you can only hear the sound of copper pots dripping.
Pine cones fall from tall pine trees, and the water surface of that deep well slowly condenses into ice.
The branches outside the house are still swaying in the wind, and the hanging candle lights reflect the snow-covered house very warmly and brightly.
Invite me to be with you, let me bathe in the moonlight and feel the silence of everything and inner peace.
2, snowy and sunny weather, loose waist and fine jade, cold eyes in spring.
Man Moon Snow Tiger Hill Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu
Plum blossoms are as muddy as a real face, leaving me leaning against the railing. Snow and sunny weather, loose waist and fine jade, Joan Hinton eyes. The rise and fall of resentment, a mountain of loess, eternal green hills. The old monk was drunk together, but the remains of the tablet stopped beating, and the sword was ashamed to look straight.
Explanation:
Plum blossoms after snow are ruddy and delicate, just like a fairy's really good face, which attracts me to linger on the railing for a long time. After the snow, the weather in Chuqing is thin, and the ice in spring is particularly cold.
The rise and fall of history left a deep regret. The boudoir used to be a hero in the world, but now there is only a big loess grave left. The eternal green hills guide my old monk to revel in the beautiful scenery, not to see the broken ancient monuments, but to appreciate the landscape of the clear water sword pool.
3, the wind shakes the bamboo, and the door is full of snow.
Recalling Hu Jushi's Snow Country on a Winter Night in Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The colder it is, the louder it is. At dawn, I look at my aging face in the mirror for the first time.
Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains.
The drifting air makes the long alley quiet, and the snow-covered snow scene makes people realize the spacious leisure in the yard.
Excuse me, how are you at home? It must be calm, and it's still tight to live in Chai Men.
Explanation:
It was dawn when the cold sound came, and I saw my aging face in the mirror for the first time.
Listening to the wind outside the window shaking the bamboo in front of the window, I pushed open the door and saw the snow on the opposite mountain.
Floating in the air makes the deep alley quiet, and the snow makes the courtyard wider and more leisurely.
What will Hu Jushi do at home? Chai Men must be still tight.
I don't know whether the court will hold a session today, but people suspect that Hualin held a session last night.
A Garden in Snow Tang Dynasty: Song Wenzhi
The purple forbids the fairy to come, and the green flag leans on the spring platform.
I don't know whether the court will open today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.
Explanation:
The morning sun breaks through the clouds, just like the royal Luanjia floating from the horizon. Whoever wears a blue robe on a tall building looks out like a green flag fluttering in the wind at the edge of the spring platform.
I didn't know it snowed in the yard today, but I thought it was the flowers on the branches in the yard last night.
5. The warm sky is open on the snow line, and the town in the valley is getting colder and colder.
On Zu Yong's View of Xuefeng in Central and Southern Tang Dynasty
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
Explanation:
Looking at the end of the south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
In Chu Qing, the setting sun shines on the top of the forest after the snow, and in the evening, Chang 'an adds cold.
2. Poems describing sunny days after the snow melted.
The grass is dead, the eagle's eyes are sick, and the snow is weak. -Hunting by Wang Wei.
The snow turns green in Qian Shan, and the riverside in bloom is clear in February. -Ouyang Xiu's Song of Farewell to the West Lake in Spring.
Qinyuanchun, snow
Dynasty: modern
Author: Mao Zedong
Original text:
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. (on)
The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. (original pool original: original driver)
When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight! (One red: one silver)
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.
Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.
Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.
These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
On the Snow Peak in the Southern Tang Dynasty in Ode to Snow
zhngnánynánláng Xu jüXu fúyúNDUān
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.
Lin Yutang
After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
3. Prose about writing sunny days after snow in winter
It clears up in the snow, and the sun shines gently, smearing the dawn of early spring and February into gold! The rain last night came very late as expected. The weather forecast always says that there is snow recently, and the easterly wind that destroys the ice has also dispersed the clouds that gather snowflakes. It can be said that Xiao He won and lost. How about patience? Rain finally knocks on the door of spring. When they sang softly, the wind got impatient and moved the cold air northward at will. The rain finally closed its mouth and locked the sound, so it jumped off the ground quietly.
The lingering raindrops were frozen and turned into beautiful angels. Perhaps, they don't know that they have become successful in the cold! Glittering water droplets whip wings as thin as cicadas, transform into six petals and throw them to the earth ... The earth is dyed white and the trees are dyed white. The white world also dyed the sky blue, as vast as the sea.
It is warm to be awakened by the sunshine after snow and touched by the sunshine after snow. Dispelling the long-accumulated cold, I feel much better inexplicably! Get dressed and get up, open the screen window, and the sunshine hugs me tightly.
Is happiness always like this, and you are intoxicated by sudden surprises before you are mentally prepared? My face was dyed red and my heart was pounding. Stand by and watch the window, let the sun touch and kiss you freely! The young trees in front of the window are bathed in sunshine and eager to wave.
I saw her wearing a white wedding dress, surrounded by sunshine, like a bride about to enter the wedding hall. That wedding dress must be very expensive, and the diamonds are shining in the sun! Last night's rain and snow were too extravagant and generous, and the dowry of Xiaoshu was too expensive for the whole world to exchange! The little tree in the sun is a little shy. Are the brides who are about to enter the wedding hall all like that, that is, intoxicated with happiness, timid and looking forward to the future! There are footprints in the snow, deep and shallow, leading to the distance ... the early risers are busy with their own affairs, leaving only the white ground and traces behind them! The sun is high in the sky, and the golden silk thread penetrates the crystal white to weave the dream of early spring! The golden brush depicts the story of early spring on the glittering and translucent white canvas! The dream of early spring is in full swing in the glittering white light through the golden silk thread: the warm wind is blowing, and the small tree in front of the window woke up in the rain last night! She shook the raindrops, which fell like pearls with broken lines.
A flock of birds twittered around her and sang, "Where is spring? Spring is coming. Spring is in the sunshine after snow. " I saw that she took the glass and gulped it down, and then stretched out. In an instant, new green blooms, and then white flowers fall with the wind! Ah, I'm surprised! What a beautiful scenery.
The dream is still going on: under the blue sky, golden sunshine is sprinkled, and the white earth holds up a new green Ran Ran! The glittering and translucent white quilt is dyed with green, and the makeup spots are all over Shan Ye. Eye-catching green is endless! Standing on the endless green Yuan Ye, I saw the painter descending from the sky, spreading white rice paper and picking up a golden brush to paint there: under the blue sky, the boiling stream was singing, and Yan Zi, who was returning, was looking for her native land. Suddenly someone broke into the painter's Xuan paper: whose child is standing on the hill behind the snow, holding a bunch of plum blossoms in his hand, and the red cloak is like a peony blooming in the south in the sun! Walking through the snow, Xun Mei, is the photo after the snow familiar? Suddenly, a group of people gathered around the child in red clothes, scrambling to push and shove. They want to see how beautiful the plum blossom is. They want to hear the story of the plum blossom. They want to put the plum blossom in a vase and recite plum blossom poems.
It is not the cup in my hand that burns me, but the dream woven by the sunshine after the snow will continue to be done. At this time, I hate my endurance and turn a beautiful dream into the scenery in front of me! The scenery in front of us still leaves traces of winter, and the clean and white world covers up the excessive bleakness of early spring and winter! The flowers are still blooming, the small trees in front of the window are still sleeping, and a piece of white is calling it gently. Yan Zi must be on his way home now! Take a sip of tea, the fragrance of tea lingers in your mouth, and the aftertaste lingers for a long time ... It clears up in the snow, and the sun shines gently, painting Shenyang in early spring and February into gold! Standing at the window, touched by the sun, my face flushed and my heart was pounding.
Sunshine after snow! You are so beautiful, you are so beautiful that I am enchanted.
4. Prose about writing sunny days after snow in winter.
It clears up in the snow, and the sun shines gently, smearing the dawn of early spring and February into gold!
The rain last night came very late as expected. The weather forecast always says that there is snow recently, and the easterly wind that destroys the ice has also dispersed the clouds that gather snowflakes. It can be said that Xiao He won and lost. How about patience?
Rain finally knocks on the door of spring. When they sang softly, the wind got impatient and moved the cold air northward at will. The rain finally closed its mouth and locked the sound, so it jumped off the ground quietly.
The lingering raindrops were frozen and turned into beautiful angels. Perhaps, they don't know that they have become successful in the cold! Glittering water droplets fanned wings as thin as cicadas, transformed into six petals and threw them to the earth. ...
The earth is dyed white, and the trees are also dyed white. The white world also dyed the sky blue, as vast as the sea.
It is warm to be awakened by the sunshine after snow and touched by the sunshine after snow. Dispelling the long-accumulated cold, I feel much better inexplicably!
Get dressed and get up, open the screen window, and the sunshine hugs me tightly. Is happiness always like this, and you are intoxicated by sudden surprises before you are mentally prepared?
My face was dyed red and my heart was pounding. Stand by and watch the window, let the sun touch and kiss you freely! The young trees in front of the window are bathed in sunshine and eager to wave. I saw her wearing a white wedding dress, surrounded by sunshine, like a bride about to enter the wedding hall. That wedding dress must be very expensive, and the diamonds are shining in the sun! Last night's rain and snow were too extravagant and generous, and the dowry of Xiaoshu was too expensive for the whole world to exchange!
The little tree in the sun is a little shy. Are the brides who are about to enter the wedding hall all like that, that is, intoxicated with happiness, timid and looking forward to the future!
There are footprints in the snow, deep and shallow, leading to the distance. ...
People who get up early are busy with their own affairs, leaving only white land and traces behind them!
The sun is high in the sky, and the golden silk thread penetrates the crystal white to weave the dream of early spring! The golden brush depicts the story of early spring on the glittering and translucent white canvas!
The dream of early spring is in full swing in the glittering white light through the golden silk thread: the warm wind is blowing, and the small tree in front of the window woke up in the rain last night! She shook the raindrops, which fell like pearls with broken lines. A flock of birds twittered around her and sang, "Where is spring? Spring is coming. Spring is in the sunshine after snow. " I saw that she took the glass and gulped it down, and then stretched out. In an instant, new green blooms, and then white flowers fall with the wind! Ah, I'm surprised! What a beautiful scenery. The dream is still going on: under the blue sky, golden sunshine is sprinkled, and the white earth holds up a new green Ran Ran! The glittering and translucent white quilt is dyed with green, and the makeup spots are all over Shan Ye. Eye-catching green is endless!
Standing on the endless green Yuan Ye, I saw the painter descending from the sky, spreading white rice paper and picking up a golden brush to paint there: under the blue sky, the boiling stream was singing, and Yan Zi, who was returning, was looking for her native land. Suddenly someone broke into the painter's Xuan paper: whose child is standing on the hill behind the snow, holding a bunch of plum blossoms in his hand, and the red cloak is like a peony blooming in the south in the sun! Walking through the snow, Xun Mei, is the photo after the snow familiar?
Suddenly, a group of people gathered around the child in red clothes, scrambling to push and shove. They want to see how beautiful the plum blossom is. They want to hear the story of the plum blossom. They want to put the plum blossom in a vase and recite plum blossom poems.
It is not the cup in my hand that burns me, but the dream woven by the sunshine after the snow will continue to be done. At this time, I hate my endurance and turn a beautiful dream into the scenery in front of me!
The scenery in front of us still leaves traces of winter, and the clean and white world covers up the excessive bleakness of early spring and winter! The flowers are still blooming, the small trees in front of the window are still sleeping, and a piece of white is calling it gently. Yan Zi must be on his way home now!
Take a sip of tea, and its fragrance will linger in your mouth for a long time. ...
It clears up in the snow, and the sun shines gently, painting Shenyang in early spring and February into gold!
Standing at the window, touched by the sun, my face flushed and my heart was pounding. Sunshine after snow! You are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, I am ecstatic!