After the snow, the sea of clouds in Qinling is like a beautiful fairyland. What poems do you think of when you see snow?

You bury the mud under the spring, hold down the bones, and I send the snow all over the world? This poem is a mourning poem written by Bai Juyi to Hao Youyuan. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen met in their early years and were bosom friends. However, they still exchange letters and information after they are separated from each other. In that era when traffic information was blocked, it was a great comfort to send a few words from a confidant in Qian Shan thousands of miles away. Whenever the world snows, this poem will float in my mind, and every word will hit my heart like a stone. Snow and missing are so well matched.

? Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees? The most vivid part of this poem is its metaphor, which compares snow to pear flowers, vivid, beautiful and elegant, and makes the frontier fortress full of faint spring scenery. It is said that the spring breeze is not enough, the border is bitter and cold, there are few people and few scenery. Only the snow is full, but I don't know the beauty of spring. Snow is the providence of winter and the emotion of many people in spring. ? Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night. The spring breeze slipped in overnight, but when you look closely, it is a small piece of white snow, just like a fairyland, so beautiful.

? What is life like everywhere? Should it be like flying snow? This poem is full of philosophy, that is, the beauty of life philosophy and the tenderness of every word. What a beautiful scenery it would be if Hong flew away in the snow and mud. Get a glimpse without touching the dust. Hong flew away in the snow, and the snow had gone without a trace. Snow is always full of fairy tales, and the snowy environment always makes the literati feel like they are in a fairyland, touching people, seeking for the past and pursuing the present. I will go all the way to the water and then sit and watch the clouds rising in Ran Ran.

? Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. The mountains stretch and the snowflakes fly, and this grand scene of the Millennium is reflected in a small window, just like a pair of ink paintings; Ships from Wan Li, Soochow, moored outside the door, carrying thoughts and distant snow, watching the coolness and elegance of Gusu City. Snow is beautiful and cold. In the ice and snow, put on a hemp fiber, drink a pot of wine, sail on the rivers and lakes, compose poems, hold a handful of snow in your hand and turn it into water, together with your mood, turn it into water and melt into the rivers and lakes.