1. What are the poems describing the snow-covered wilderness in winter?
1. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I often hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
2. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
4. Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
5. The eagle’s eyes are anxious when the grass is dry, and the horse’s hooves are light when the snow is gone. (Wang Wei: "Watching Hunting")
6. I know it is not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi: "Plum Blossom")
7. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow.
8. If you want to drive away the light cavalry, the heavy snow will cover your bow and sword. (Lu Lun: "Song under the Sai")
9. The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain were as big as mats, blowing down Xuanyuan Terrace one after another. (Li Bai's "Travel to the North Wind")
10. A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear. (Li Bai's "Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter")
11. I know it's not snow from a distance because there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossom")
12. If you want to cross the Yellow River and the Sichuan is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the Taihang Mountains covered with snow. (Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult")
13. Chai Men hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow")
14. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August. (Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital")
15. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu. (Du Fu's "Quequatrains")
16. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. (Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da")
17. The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. (Wang Changling's "Four of Seven Poems on the Military March") 2. Poems describing the snow-capped wilderness
On the vast sea, strong winds rolled up dark clouds.
Between the dark clouds and the sea, petrels are flying proudly like black lightning. Sometimes its wings hit the waves, and sometimes it shoots straight towards the dark clouds like an arrow, and it shouts - and in the brave cry of the bird, the dark clouds hear joy.
In this cry - full of desire for the storm! In this cry, Dark Cloud heard the power of anger, the flame of passion and the confidence of victory. Seagulls moan before the storm comes - moaning, they fly on the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.
The full spring scenery cannot be contained, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. On a sunny day, I visit the Surabaya shore, and the boundless scenery is new for a while. I can easily recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with thousands of purples and reds. The light rain in the street is as moist as the color of crisp grass. Looking at it from a distance, the most beautiful thing about spring is that the willows are full of dense green branches and red branches. There is no need to have too many moving spring scenery. Wang Anshi's "Ode to Pomegranate Flowers" The wind blows the fragrance of willow flowers all over the shop, and Wu Ji presses wine to encourage guests to taste it.
In February and March of spring, the grass and water are the same color - Jin. Ancient Yuefu Ci "Meng Zhu" 1 Spring is really a comfortable spring, and the spring scenery is so beautiful! 2 This spring not only gives people new life, but also gives people new hope. I love this beautiful spring. 3 It’s close, it’s close, I can already hear the footsteps of spring, all of which report spring With the coming, my whole heart floated out, to the bright flowers, to the green grass. 4 The continuous spring rain sprinkled on the sycamore tree in the courtyard, rustling like a musician gently plucking The strings are like silkworms quietly devouring mulberry leaves... 5 Oh! Spring Rain, it turns out that you came to the earth with Miss Chun, making the earth full of vitality and exuding a fresh breath. Your dexterous hands plucked people's heartstrings and plucked people's beautiful hopes. I suggest you read Zhu Ziqing's ! ! ! Composition describing a fragment of spring: Thoughts on Spring Morning In the early morning, open the curtains and open the windows.
The breeze blows, and a fresh, fragrant, and elegant earthy smell comes to you. Spring comes so quickly, quietly and unconsciously, the grass turns green, the branches sprout, wild flowers and rapeseed flowers bloom everywhere, everything is bathed in the dawn of spring, swaying in the spring breeze, The light swing is like a girl singing and dancing, charming and charming.
Creatures wake up in the spring morning, showing the preciousness and attractiveness of life. The spring morning ignites hope in the heart and inspires the passion for life.
The natural world is so beautiful in the bright spring: bright sunshine is radiating everywhere, colors are showing off everywhere, sweet birds and insects are flying everywhere, and intoxicating aromas are floating everywhere. . This is a green world and a sea of ??flowers.
There are people going on outings everywhere, showing the kindness and satisfaction of the elderly, the joy and laughter of lovers, and the innocent smiles of children. Suddenly I understood: The reason why the bright spring is so beautiful is because it makes people's mood bloom at this moment.
The spring rain is continuous. The spring rain comes with spring thunder and the spring breeze. Spring rain is like silk, like mist, like smoke, like tide.
Through these strands of silk, everything in the world appears and disappears like a faint, misty freehand painting.
I like the spring rain. Not only do I like the heroic appearance of bamboo shoots springing up after the rain, but what I like even more is: stepping into this light blue misty rain, in this rainy season, you have created a rainless world for me.
Spring is full of spirit. Spring is lively, spring is fanatical, spring is graceful growth, spring is young and vigorous. Spring is full of the shadow of people's hard work. People use their own hands to sow their firm beliefs and eternal hope, sowing true feelings and selfless love.
Without the colorful colors of spring? Where do the fruits of autumn come from? Meditation on a spring night On a spring night, the pale moon covers the gauze, and the sky is tingling. The wind blew across my face and lifted my long hair.
The moonlight is as calm and soft as water. My heart is like this moonlight, calm and gentle.
I don’t dare to pursue anything deliberately, I just hope that all good beginnings will have a good ending, just like this spring night is long and far away. 3. Poems about the wilderness
I passed by my old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran and invited me to the Tianjia. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains are sloping outside. I open the pavilion and the garden, and talk about mulberry and hemp over wine. On the Double Ninth Festival, I still come to see chrysanthemums. Visit Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You Moxiao's farmhouse is full of wax and wine, and there are enough chickens and dolphins in the good years. Mountains and rivers are no longer doubtful, but there are dark willows and bright flowers in another village. Qingpingle·Village Residence Author: Xin Qijimao The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. When I'm drunk, Wu's voice is charming. Who's old lady is white-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, and the middle one is weaving a chicken coop. The most favorite child is a scoundrel, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. Qingping Le. Song Xin Qiji lives in the village with low thatched eaves and green grass on the stream. When he is drunk, the sound of Wu is so charming. Who is the old lady with gray hair? The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving chicken coops; the younger child is most fond of scoundrels, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods. Below is Wang Wei's. Listening to the evening cicadas in the wind. The sun remains on the ferry, and the solitary smoke rises in the ruins. In the summer time, I get drunk and sing wildly in front of the five willows. I sit alone in the bamboo tent in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring loudly. People in the deep forest do not know, but the bright moon comes to shine. I live in the mountains in autumn. After the new rain in Mingkong Mountain, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear springs and rocks flow up. The bamboos return to Huannu, and the lotus moves down the fishing boat. Take a rest in the spring fragrance at will, and the king and grandson can stay. Return to Songshan to make clear rivers, and the carriages and horses Go leisurely. The flowing water is as it pleases. Birds return to each other at dusk. The deserted city is near the ancient ferry, and the setting sun is full of the autumn mountains. I traveled far to Song Gao and then came back to retreat. Zhongnan Mountain Taiyi is close to the capital of heaven, connecting mountains to the sea. The white clouds look back and merge, The blue mist comes in and you can see the sky. The peaks change in the field, and the clouds and clearings are different. If you want to stay somewhere, ask the woodcutter across the water. I am quite good at the age of Zhongnan. I live in the southern border of Nanshan in the later years. I am happy and beautiful, and I go there alone. Successful things are self-aware. When you go to a water-poor place, you sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, you visit the old man Lin, chatting and laughing for a long time. Talking about the green stream entering the Huanghua River, chasing the green stream every time. With the mountains, you will turn thousands of times, and there will be no interesting way. Hundreds of miles away. Among the noisy rocks, the color is quiet deep in the pines. The ripples of water chestnuts and water chestnuts are reflected in the clear water. My mind is already idle, and the clear river is so clear. Please stay on the rock, fishing will be over. The slope of Tianjia in Weichuan River The light shines on the village, and the cows and sheep return from the back alleys. The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorns. The pheasants and wheat seedlings are beautiful, the silkworms are sleeping and the mulberry leaves are sparse. The husbands in the fields are standing with their hoes, and they talk to each other. This is the leisure and leisure, The lamentation fades away. The new clear field (at night) looks at the open field of the new clear sky. There is no dirt in the sky. The Guo gate is near the ferry. The village trees are connected to the mouth of the stream. The white water is outside the bright fields. After the green peaks come out of the mountain, there is no idle person in the farming month. The family affairs are in the south. Mu. The dangerous path of Huanghua River turns tens of thousands, and it will take three rests for several miles. When you turn around, you can see your disciples, hidden in the forest hills. The rain rustles on the pines, and the gurgling water flows among the rocks. In the deep stream, there are quiet words, and the roar is high on the top of the mountain. You can see the Nanshan Mountain. Yang, the white dew is long and misty. The beauty of Qinggao has been purified, and the green trees are as lush as floating. It used to be disgusting and dense, and the wilderness is no longer worrying. Brother Cui Puyang, Ji Zhongqian, the mountains are blooming and the autumn scenery is beautiful, Kuang Junchi is leisurely, and the west forest is leisurely. , I realize that the mountain in front of my door is dark in color for thousands of miles, with several peaks emerging from the clouds. It faces Qin State, and is hidden in Jingguan. The remaining rain shines obliquely, and the birds return to the sunset. My old friend is here now, sighing at this decadent appearance.