There are ten poems describing snow, except "Farewell to the Home of Secretary Wu Tian" in Bai Xuege.

1, two poems on the north wall of Hou Xue's book (I)

Su Shi

Evening is still like rain,

The night is quiet and windy.

But I want to splash water,

I wonder if there is any salt piled in the yard.

Come and read at dawn,

In the middle of the night, the cold sound falls on the eaves.

Try to sweep the north platform to see the horse's ears,

No burial, no double tips.

2. Jiang Xue

liu zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Laugh at Wang Liyang's refusal to drink.

Lipper

The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands.

Laugh to death Tao Yuanming, because you don't drink that wine.

You've really gone from wave to wave, planting five willows virtually.

What does wearing a headscarf mean to you?

4. It snows at night

Author: Bai Juyi

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window. Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.

This is a poem about snow, and the poet reveals the lonely state of mind living in Jiangzhou by describing the "night snow" by means of side contrast. Poets express their unique feelings with true feelings, giving people novelty, freshness, elegance and unique charm.

5. Chun Xue

Author: Han Yu

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.

Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.

This poem is novel in conception and unique in association. The first sentence is about people's anxiety about spring in the long cold winter. A word "Du" reveals this eagerness.

6. Snow removal at night

Author: Lu You

On the fourth day, the north wind brought a heavy snow; The snow that God has given us comes on New Year's Eve, which indicates a bumper harvest in the coming year.

Before the glass half full of wine could be lifted to celebrate, I was still writing Fu Tao in cursive script under the lamp.

It depicts a scene of abundant snow, and also writes Lu You's love for heavy snow and his longing for the New Year.

7. "Be a good person in China"

Author: Nalan Xingde

Shake hands with the west wind and cry. I have been away for many years. Listen to the rain in front of the lamp far away, and look back at the mountains behind the snow.

With the news, it is recommended to add meals. Osmanthus fragrans will be preserved when it is fragrant. It is as small as agarwood, but it is sad and difficult to draw.

A few simple poems express the poet's infinite sympathy and deep understanding of his friend's rough experience.

8. Fisherman's pride

Author: Li Qingzhao

Spring comes in the snow, and cold plums adorn Qiongzhi. The face is half open and half charming, and the court jade person bathes in new makeup.

Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

The whole poem captures the main features of Han Mei, weaves a dreamy and ethereal picture with moonlight, wine bottles and plum blossoms, depicts the image of plum blossoms by means of metaphor, personification and imagination, and praises the clean and beautiful quality of plum blossoms and their strong character of not being afraid of frost and snow and showing off independence.

9. "Youth Journey"

Author: Su Shi

It snowed outside Yuhang Gate last year. At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen.

Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window. Just as Heng E pitied Shuang Yan, he shone clearly and painted a tilted picture.

10, on the snow

Author: Du Fu

Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.

At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.

Abandoning the ladle is green, and the fire in the furnace is red.

The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.