1. Poems about the lonely snow
2. Poems about the lonely snow
Poems about the lonely snow 1. Poems describing the lonely snow scene
1. "Four Paintings of Snow Scenes: Fishing Alone on the Cold River"
Yao Mian of the Song Dynasty
The remnants of the reeds are about to dry up, and the dead willows have gradually gathered.
Who is in that boat? He is covered by this jade coir raincoat.
The cold scales are leaning on the algae, and the hanging bait is within reach.
This interest is not about fish, but it is neutral in the snow with a pole.
2. "Gewen Snow Scenery"
Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
The firewood gate is closed deep and the pot is slowly simmering, and the wine from the neighboring village is sold.
The white hair is decaying and we are talking about the old age, and the mountain wife is childish and smiling.
3. "Inscribed on the Painting of Snow Scenery by Li Youcheng and Wang Wei"
Wang Gui of the Song Dynasty
The first person born in Weijiang River, occasionally went up to the blue clouds in the forties.
How can a small boat carry wind and snow, but carry a coir raincoat with a fisherman?
4. "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
5. "Returning to the South to Stop the Snow"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
I am stagnant in my journey, looking at Beijing and Henan every day and night.
The wilderness is vast, where are the villages and mountains.
From the edge of Guyan Village, return to the horizon.
Pinggao is covered with snow, and hungry eagles catch cold rabbits.
When young people write and write, their focus is on chapters and sentences.
After being disgraced for ten years, Pei returned home to guard his return.
2. An ancient poem about the loneliness of snow
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
Red lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse bells have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
The voice is slow
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The parasol trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Good things are coming soon
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn around the sorrow of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I worry about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
The courtyard is full of beauty
Spring is hidden in the small pavilion, the day is closed by the idle window, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like being in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
3. The most beautiful snow poem and the loneliest snow poem
"Snow at Night"
Tang Bai Juyi
Already surprised by the coldness of the quilt , see the window light again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
"Snow on the River"
Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Farewell to Dong Da"
Tang Gaoshi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
"Snowy Plum"
Lu Meipo, Song Dynasty
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.
The plum blossoms are a little less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
"Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous"
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
Let the boat go and watch the snow-capped mountains clear, the wind is still chilly and even more condensed in the evening.
Sitting and listening to a handful of broken pearls and jade, I didn’t know that the lake had turned into ice.
Winter
Liushui Xiaoqiaoshan Temple, bamboo fence thatched cottages.
"Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
Tang Cen Shen
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground and the snow falls in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
4. An ancient poem about the loneliness of snow
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the cold river. His lips are reddish-red with snow. He is lonely in the deep boudoir, and an inch of his soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, at what time will the flowers rain.
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. The sand in Huanxi is more amber-rich than the cup. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The sparse clock has already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two cups of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Good things are at hand. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus root and the lingering jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. The courtyard is full of fragrance, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet.
The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one is here, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it is hard to bear the rain and can't stand the wind.
Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
5. Poems describing loneliness in winter
1. During the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.
"Homesickness on the Night of Winter Solstice in Handan" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
During the winter solstice in Handan's post office, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging one's knees accompany me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.
Definition:
It happened to be the Winter Solstice when I lived in Handan Inn. At night, I hugged my knees and sat in front of the lamp, with only my shadow accompanying me.
I believe that my relatives at home will get together late into the night today, and they should also talk about me, a traveler from afar.
2. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.
"New Year's Eve/Bashan Road Zhongda's Night Book" Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu
Traveling all the way to Sanba Road, you are in danger for thousands of miles.
On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.
Gradually become far away from flesh and blood, and turn to children and servants.
I am wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.
Definition:
Trekking on the rugged and remote Sanba Road, living in a dangerous place thousands of miles away. Under the mountains on all sides, the lingering snow reflects the cold night. Sitting facing the candles at night, I am a guest in a foreign land. As he became farther and farther away from his relatives, he gradually became closer to the book boy and the servant. It's really unbearable to spend New Year's Eve wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.
"Snow on the River" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Definition:
On all the mountains, the birds have disappeared, and on all roads there is no trace of people.
On a lone boat on the river, an old man wearing a straw hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
4. Who are the shadows of the clouds and dusk snow on thousands of mountains going to?
"Moyu'er·Yanqiu Ci/Maipitang" Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Asking the world, what is love, does it teach life and death?
Traveling all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.
Jun should say: Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains covered with dusk snow, who are the shadows going to?
On Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain.
How come the ghosts of the mountains cry secretly in the wind and rain?
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the poet, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Definition:
Oh my God! I would like to ask everyone in this world, what is love that makes these two flying geese treat each other in life and death?
Flying south to north and returning to the far distance, we flew together as two wings. No matter how cold the winter or the summer, they still loved each other and depended on each other.
Although flying together is happy, parting is really painful and uncomfortable. At this moment, I realized that these infatuated geese are actually more infatuated than the infatuated children in the world!
The lovers who depended on each other and were inseparable have passed away. The sincere Yan'er should know in his heart that he has traveled thousands of miles and is alone. After losing the love of your life and being alone, what's the point of living on?
This Fenshui area was originally a place where Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty visited for pleasure. Whenever Emperor Wu went on tour, there would always be noisy flutes and drums, and singing and singing everywhere. It was so lively. But now it is a place of cold smoke and decaying grass. Depression and neglect.
Emperor Wu is dead, and summoning his soul is of no avail. The female mountain goddess cried in vain because of this, but the deceased will never return!
Even God is jealous of the deep love between two geese. The wild geese that die for love will never be like the orioles and swallows, and turn into a handful of dust after death.
The name will be left behind during and after death, and will last forever. Singing and drinking wildly, they visited the hometown of Yanqiu Tomb to pay homage to the deceased couple.
5. Winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating.
"Sitting at Night and Chanting" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
On winter nights, I feel cold and sleepy, and I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating.
The moon in the icy well and the spring is entering the boudoir, and the golden vat is shining with green light and crying sadly.
When the golden vat is destroyed, there will be many cries. Cover my concubine's tears and listen to your song.
The song has sound, and the concubine has feelings. The love and voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two.
A single word does not make sense, and all the Liangchen flies from the king.
Definition:
Cold winter nights feel particularly long. A woman sat in the north hall for a long time and meditated.
The cold spring freezes, the cold moon enters the boudoir, and a lamp is like a bean. It emits a cold light, and the woman's face is filled with tears.
The lights were suddenly blown out by the cold wind. She felt even more desolate and cried even more sadly. Suddenly she heard a man singing. She wiped the tears on her face, stopped crying, and listened attentively.
The song has deep meaning, the concubine’s heart is full of affection, the emotion and the voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two emotions.
If there is a word that does not suit my concubine’s wishes, I will not be moved even if your voice lingers in your songs.
6. Sentences describing watching the snow alone
1. "Snow on the River" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. .
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Definition:
All the mountains, birds are all cut off; all the roads, no trace of human beings.
In a lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, he is not afraid of ice and snow.
2. "Travel to the North Wind" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and the light is still open.
Why can’t the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning against the door and looking at passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold.
When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows, and a spider spins a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle now and never come back.
I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
Interpretation:
Legend has it that in Hanmen, a place in the north, there lived a candle dragon. Its eyes were the sun and the moon. When it opened its eyes, it was day and when it was closed, it was night.
Even the light of the sun and moon cannot shine here! Only the north wind howled across the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as mats, falling one by one on Xuanyuan Terrace.
In this icy December, a missing woman in Youzhou was neither singing nor smiling at home, with a frown on her face.
She leaned against the gate, staring at the passers-by, looking forward to the arrival of her husband. Her husband went to fight at the Great Wall and has not returned yet. The Great Wall is a bitterly cold place. Husband, please take care of yourself.
The husband took the sword in his hand when leaving and ran away to save her, leaving only a quiver with a tiger skin and gold handle at home.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows inside, which have been hanging on the wall. It was covered with cobwebs and dust.
Although the arrow is there now, the man will never come back. He has died in the border town!
How can I bear to see this old thing if people don’t exist? So he burned it to ashes.
Although the Yellow River is deep and can be blocked by a handful of earth, only the hatred of separation and death in this life is as overwhelming and boundless as the long north wind, rain and snow.
3. "Shouyang Song·Twilight Snow in the River Sky" Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan
The sky is approaching dusk, the snow is dancing wildly, half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
When I come to the painting place on the river in the evening, the fisherman returns home in one step.
Definition:
When the wind blows, Tingzhou looks like jade-carved waves sweeping across the sky from a distance. It is a vast expanse of white, with a line between water and sky, so majestic.
The fisherman felt cold and wanted to go home, but found that he could not remember his way back. At this time, the fisherman was lying freely on the boat, letting the boat drift and letting it take him back. Only a small fishing boat was faintly visible on the river with thick clouds.
4. "Reminiscences of Hu Jushi's Household in the Snow on a Winter Evening" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
The dawn arrows are passed on in the colder weather, and the fading face can be seen in the clear mirror.
The wind shakes the bamboos across the door, and the mountains are covered with snow when the door opens.
The deep alleys are quiet, and the vast courtyards are leisurely.
I would like to ask Yuan Anshe, Hui Ran is still in seclusion.
Interpretation:
The cold voice has already announced the dawn, and I first see my aging face in the mirror.
Listening to the sound of wind shaking the bamboos in front of the window through the window, I opened the door and saw heavy snow covering the mountains opposite.
The floating air makes the long alley quiet, and the white snow makes the courtyard feel spacious and leisurely.
I would like to ask layman Hu what you would do at home. You must be calm and lying high with the firewood door still closed.
5. "Water Fairy in the Boat" Yuan Dynasty: Sun Zhouqing
A lone boat was moored by the Dongting at night, with green lights facing the passenger ship.
The new wind blows the old plum blossoms, pushing open the canopy and filling the sky with snow.
Shihao and Fengxue compete for the lead.
Snowflakes and wind fight fiercely, poetry and snow are entangled.
A bright smile.
Definition:
At night, the Dongting Lake is dim, and the passenger ship is moored alone in the lake. Only a green light on the shore was shining brightly, accompanying the boat I was riding in the distance.
Outside the cabin, gusts of north wind were showing off their power, presumably ruthlessly destroying the petals of the plum blossoms. I couldn't help but open the boat window and take a look, only to find that it was already snowing heavily.
I suddenly became a poet and couldn’t wait to compete with Fengxue.
The snow flakes are mixed with the storm, and my poems are entangled with the flying snow.
I laughed loudly and felt very happy.
Poems about the loneliness of snow 1. Ancient poems about the loneliness of snow
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir in a boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
Red lips
Lonely in the deep boudoir, an inch of soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back.
Huanxi Sand
Mo Xu cup is deep and thick with amber, melting before becoming intoxicated, sparse bells have already responded to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up.
The voice is slow
Searching and searching, deserted and miserable. It is most difficult to breathe when it is warm and then cold.
How can three glasses and two glasses of light wine stand against him? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness?
The parasol trees are covered with drizzle, and at dusk, it rains bit by bit. This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"!
Good things are coming soon
The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue is empty, and the green vat is dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun
The wind and dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms
The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower.
The flowers float and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
Xing Xiangzi
The sky and the autumn light turn around the sadness of love, and explore Jin Yingzhi that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I am worried about the past.
In that eternal night, the bed is empty under the bright moon. When you hear the sound of an anvil pounding, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long.
The courtyard is full of beauty
Spring is hidden in the small pavilion, the day is closed by the idle window, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet. The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun.
It’s better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb the building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like being in Yangzhou.
It has always been like a rhyme, but it can't stand the rain and can't stand the wind. Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow?
Don’t regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must trust the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
2. An ancient poem about the loneliness of snow
At Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou City, the midnight bell rang to the passenger ship.
A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the cold river. His lips are reddish-red with snow. He is lonely in the deep boudoir, and an inch of his soft intestine is full of sorrow. Cherish that spring is gone, what time will the flowers rain?
Leaning on the railings, just without emotion! Where are people? The grass is dying all day long, and it is impossible to see the way back. The sand in Huanxi is more amber-rich than the cup. It melts before it becomes intoxicating. The clock is sparse in response to the late wind.
The incense of Ruinao dispels the soul and dreams, and the golden bun is used to ward off the cold. The sky is red with candles when I wake up. The sound is slow and searching, deserted and miserable.
It is most difficult to take a breath when it is warm and then cold. How can three cups and two glasses of light wine defeat him, who comes late and is in a hurry? The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Haggard and damaged, who is worthy of being picked off now? Watching the window, how can you be alone in darkness? The phoenix trees are covered with drizzle, and it rains bit by bit at dusk.
This time, how could there be such a thing as "sorrow"! Good things are at hand. The wind is setting and the flowers are falling deep. There are red piles of snow outside the curtain. Chang remembers that after the begonias bloom, it is the time of spring.
After the singing in the wine stall, the jade statue was empty, and the green vat was dark and bright. The soul's dream is filled with resentment, and there is even a cry.
Wulingchun The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers have all gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is quite good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
A cut of plum blossoms, the fragrance of red lotus root and the lingering jade mat in autumn. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone.
Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When Yan Zi returns, the moon is full on the west tower. The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I just frown, but it is in my heart.
The first try on thin clothes, the new taste of green ants, gradually the wind, the rain, and the coolness.
The courtyard is desolate and panic-stricken at dusk, and when I wake up from the drunkenness, I worry about the past. It's an eternal night, the moon is bright and the bed is empty.
When you hear the sound of an anvil being pounded, the sound of crickets is thin and the sound of leaking is long. The courtyard is full of fragrance, the small pavilion hides spring, the idle window closes out the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and quiet.
The seal incense is burned out, and the curtain hooks are cast under the shadow of the sun. It's better to plant Jiangmei by hand, so why bother to climb a building next to the water? No one has arrived, and the loneliness is just like that in Yangzhou. It has always been like a rhyme, but it is hard to bear the rain and can't stand the wind.
Whose horizontal flute can play the heavy sorrow? Don't regret the fragrance disappearing and the jade diminishing. You must believe in the truth and sweep away the traces. In an unspeakable place, there is a bright moonlight in a good window, and the sparse shadows are still romantic.
3. Poems describing lonely snow scenes
1. "Four Paintings of Snow Scenes: Fishing Alone in the Cold River"
Yao Mian of the Song Dynasty
The remaining reeds are about to dry up, and the withered willow trees have gradually gathered.
Who is in that boat? He is covered by this jade coir raincoat.
The cold scales are leaning on the algae, and the hanging bait is within reach.
This interest is not about fish, but it is neutral in the snow with a pole.
2. "Gewen Snow Scenery"
Tang Yin of the Ming Dynasty
The firewood gate is closed deep and the pot is slowly simmering, and the wine from the neighboring village is sold.
The white hair is decaying and we are talking about the old age, and the mountain wife is childish and smiling.
3. "Inscribed on Li Youcheng and Wang Wei's Painting of Snow Scenes"
Wang Gui of the Song Dynasty
The first person born in Weijiang River, occasionally went up to the blue clouds in the forties.
How can a small boat carry wind and snow, but carry a coir raincoat with a fisherman?
4. "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
5. "Returning to the South to Stop the Snow"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
I am stagnant in my journey, looking at Beijing and Henan every day and night.
The wilderness is vast, where are the villages and mountains.
From the edge of Guyan Village, return to the horizon.
Pinggao is covered with snow, and hungry eagles catch cold rabbits.
When young people write and write, their focus is on chapters and sentences.
After being disgraced for ten times, Pei returned home to guard his return.
4. Poems describing loneliness in winter
1. On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.
"Homesickness on the Night of Winter Solstice in Handan" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
During the winter solstice in Handan's post office, shadows in front of lamps hugging one's knees accompany me.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people traveling far away.
Definition:
It happened to be the Winter Solstice when I lived in Handan Inn. At night, I hugged my knees and sat in front of the lamp, with only my shadow accompanying me.
I believe that my relatives at home will get together late into the night today, and they should also talk about me, a traveler from afar.
2. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.
"New Year's Eve/Bashan Road Zhongda's Night Book" Tang Dynasty: Cui Tu
Traveling all the way to Sanba Road, you are in danger for thousands of miles.
On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, a stranger is alone.
Gradually become far away from flesh and blood, and turn to children and servants.
I am wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.
Definition:
Trekking on the rugged and remote Sanba Road, living in a dangerous place thousands of miles away. Under the mountains on all sides, the lingering snow reflects the cold night. Sitting facing the candles at night, I am a guest in a foreign land. As he became farther and farther away from his relatives, he gradually became closer to the book boy and the servant. It's really unbearable to spend New Year's Eve wandering, and tomorrow will be a new year.
3. A man with a coir raincoat hat fishing alone in a cold river.
"Snow on the River" Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Definition:
On all the mountains, the birds have disappeared, and on all roads there is no trace of people.
On a lone boat on the river, an old man wearing a straw hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
4. Who are the shadows of the clouds and dusk snow on thousands of mountains going to?
"Moyu'er·Yanqiu Ci/Maipitang" Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
Asking the world, what is love, does it teach life and death?
Traveling all over the world, Lao Wing has been experiencing the cold and heat several times.
Happiness is fun, parting is painful, and there are even more idiotic children in it.
Jun should say: Thousands of miles of clouds, thousands of mountains covered with dusk snow, who are the shadows going to?
On Hengfen Road, the loneliness was like the flute and drum, and the desolate smoke was still plain.
How come the ghosts of the mountains cry secretly in the wind and rain?
The sky is also jealous, and if you don’t believe it, the birds and swallows will all turn into dust.
For thousands of years, in order to entertain the scholar, he sang and drank wildly and visited Yanqiu.
Definition:
Oh my God! I would like to ask everyone in this world, what is love that makes these two flying geese treat each other in life and death?
Flying south to north and returning to the far distance, we flew together as two wings. No matter how cold the winter or the summer, they still loved each other and depended on each other.
Although flying together is happy, parting is really painful and uncomfortable. At this moment, I realized that these infatuated geese are actually more infatuated than the infatuated children in the world!
The lovers who depended on each other and were inseparable have passed away. The sincere Yan'er should know in his heart that he has traveled thousands of miles and is alone. Losing the love of your life and being alone, what's the point of living on your own terms?
This Fenshui area used to be a place where Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty visited for pleasure and pleasure. Whenever Emperor Wu went on tour, there would always be noisy flutes and drums, and singing and singing everywhere. It was so lively, but now it is a place of cold smoke and decaying grass. Depression and neglect.
Emperor Wu is dead, and summoning his soul is of no avail. The female mountain goddess cried in vain because of this, but the deceased will never come back again!
Even God is jealous of the deep love between two geese. The wild geese that die for love will never be like the orioles and swallows, and turn into a handful of dust after death.
The name will be left behind during and after death, and will last forever. Singing and drinking wildly, they visited the hometown of Yanqiu Tomb to pay homage to the deceased couple.
5. Winter nights are cold and the nights are long. I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating.
"Sitting at Night and Chanting" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
On winter nights, I feel cold and sleepy, and I sit in the north hall for a long time, meditating.
The moon in the icy well and the spring is entering the boudoir, and the golden vat is shining with green light and crying sadly.
When the golden vat is destroyed, there will be many cries. Cover my concubine's tears and listen to your song.
The song has sound, and the concubine has feelings. The love and voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two.
A single word does not make sense, and all the Liangchen flies from the king.
Definition:
Cold winter nights feel particularly long. A woman sat in the north hall for a long time and meditated.
The cold spring freezes, the cold moon enters the boudoir, and a lamp is like a bean. It emits a cold light, and the woman's face is filled with tears.
The lights were suddenly blown out by the cold wind. She felt even more desolate and cried even more sadly. Suddenly she heard a man singing. She wiped the tears on her face, stopped crying, and listened attentively.
The song has deep meaning, the concubine’s heart is full of affection, the emotion and the voice are in harmony, and there is no conflict between the two emotions.
If there is a word that does not suit my concubine’s wishes, I will not be moved even if your voice lingers in your songs.
5. Sad poems about snow
The white snow dislikes the late spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.
I don’t know if the clouds in the courtyard have set this morning, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night.
The clouds are low in the dusk, and the snow is dancing in the wind.
The plum blossoms are a little less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
The sound of the Sheng blows up the autumn wind, and the wine blows away the winter snow.
The wind is desolate at the end of the year, and the snow is shining through the sun. There is no sound in my ears, and my eyes are clear.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone; I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance.
Qinghai is covered with long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white houses are poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
The ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
I was surprised that the quilt and pillow were cold, but I saw the bright light from the window again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang. Sentences.
6. Sentences describing loneliness in the snow scene
The snow is really cold, so cold. I have never felt so lonely at this moment. It's as if I'm standing in a corner abandoned by the world, as if I'm a wanderer abandoned by the whole world.
The lingering song of winter, the cold wind is bleak, standing in the falling snow, waiting for you to come slowly, waiting for you to smile. Listen, snowflakes are falling on the branches of plum trees, and the proud winter plums are smiling in the wind and snow. Will you feel a little relieved?
The thoughts of autumn fall one by one, the snowflakes in winter dance one by one, and the love for you fades and sprouts, endlessly passing through the passing years.
As far as the eye can see, there are dead leaves falling one after another. The setting sun in the distance put on a wedding dress and dyed the entire forest a coquettish red.
The remaining snow covers the fallen leaves, decorating the mottled land