Poems about Snow White

The poem describing Snow White is as follows:

1, the snow is too late for spring, and it is flying through the courtyard trees. -Han Yu's Chun Xue

Snow also thinks that spring comes too late, so it deliberately turns into flowers and flies among the trees.

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei No.1"

To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.

Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow. -Fan Yun's "Don't Poetry"

Last time I left, snowflakes fell like petals. Now when I come back, bloom is as white as snow.

4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat was fishing alone in the snow.

A lonely stranger walked through the pale snow in the jagged night mountain. -Cui Tu's "Except Night"

All around the mountain, the snow reflected the cold night, and before sitting in the candlelight, I was a foreigner.

6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.

7, Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow"

Suddenly the dog barked outside Chai Men, and the family who stayed at home on a snowy night came back.

8, there is plum without snow, there is no spirit, there is snow without poetry. -Lu Meipo's Xue Mei II

Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament. It would be tacky if it snowed without a combination word.

9. It snowed in May, and there were no flowers, only cold. -Li Bai's "Stuffed Six Songs, the First Song"

In May, the mountains were still covered with snow, with only cold air and no flowers at all.

10, we chased them, the burden of horses was very light, the burden of snow on our bows and swords. -Liu Lun's "He Zhang Servant Shoots the Next Song, the Third Song"

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow covered my bow and knife.