1. Jiang Xue Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Original text:
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
Translation: There is no sign of birds in Wanling, Qian Shan; There are no footprints of pedestrians in thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing a coir and a hat; Fishing alone in the snow.
2. "Jueju" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Original text:
Two orioles sang green willows, and a row of egrets went up to the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate.
Translation: Two orioles sang euphemistically among the green willows, and a group of neat egrets rushed into the blue sky. Sitting by the window, I can see the snow piled up all the year round on the Xiling Mountain, and ships from Soochow outside Wan Li are moored in front of the door.
3. The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow Night. Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
Original:
Cangshan Mountain is far away at sunset, and it is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
As dusk falls, the mountains become more and more gloomy, and the thatched cottage looks even poorer in cold weather. Suddenly there was barking outside Chai Men, and the family who stayed at home on a snowy night came back.
4, "Xuemei Part I" Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo
Original:
Mei Xue refused to surrender for the spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee.
Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will admit defeat. It is difficult for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms for a period of fragrance.
5. on seeing the snow-peak of zhongnan in Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong
Original:
see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds.
and a warm sky opening at the snow-line, while the town in the valley grows colder and colder.
Looking at the south from a distance, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. In Chu Qing, after the snow, the setting sun shone between the forest tops, and in the evening, the accumulated cold was added in Chang 'an. 2. Ancient prose describing the snow scene
1. Jiang Xue Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan Original: a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. There is no sign of birds in Wanling, Qian Shan; There are no footprints of pedestrians in thousands of roads.
On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing a coir and a hat; Fishing alone in the snow. 2, "Jueju" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu Original: Two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky.
The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. Two orioles sang softly among the green willows, and a neat team of egrets rushed into the blue sky.
I sat in front of the window, and I could see the snow piled up all the year round on Xiling, and the ships from Dongwu, outside Wan Li, were moored in front of the door. 3, "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow" Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing Original: Sunset Cangshan is far away, and it is cold and white.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night. As dusk falls, the mountains become more and more gloomy, and the thatched cottage looks even poorer in cold weather.
Suddenly, dogs barked outside Chai Men, and the family who stayed at home on a snowy night came back. 4, "Xuemei No.1" Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo Original: Mei Xue refused to surrender for spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee.
Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance. Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will admit defeat.
it's hard for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms for a period of fragrance.
5. on seeing the snow-peak of zhongnan in Tang Dynasty: Zu Yong Original: see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds. After the snow Chu Qing, the forest shoot between the sun afterglow, late time, the city of changan added a few more cold.
Looking at the south from a distance, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. In Chu Qing, after the snow, the setting sun shone between the forest tops, and in the evening, the accumulated cold was added in Chang 'an. 3. Write snow sentences in two classical Chinese
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
Say a new story about the snow world
Xie Taifu gathered in the cold snow day to tell his children the meaning of the paper. Soon, the snow fell greatly, the guardian said happily: " what is the snow like this?" ？ ” His brother's eldest son, Xie Lang, said: " the air in the air is almost comparable. ". ” His eldest brother's daughter said: " Catkin are more than the wind dance with the wind. ". ” The imperial guardian roared with laughter. She is the daughter of Xie an, the daughter of Xie an, and the wife of general on the left Wang ningzhi.
Ming Zhangdai: Looking at the snow in the lake pavilion
In December of the fifth year of Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake. The snow fell for many days, and the noise of the pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. It's even more fixed, and Yu Duan (sound: take) a small boat holds the clothes (sound: Cui) and goes to the lake pavilion to see the snow alone. Wusong (sound: pine) and Lingdang (sound: wandering), the sky and clouds, the mountains and the water are all white, and the shadow on the lake is only a trace of the long beach, a little pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and only two or three people in the boat. On the pavilion, two people sat opposite each other, one boy was cooking wine, and the furnace was boiling. Seeing Yu's great joy, he said, "How can there be such a person in the lake?" Pull me together and drink with me. Yu Qiang drank three big whites and asked his surname, which was a guest of Jinling. When he got off the boat, Zhou Zi murmured, "Don't say that Xianggong is crazy, but there are even more people who are crazy like Xianggong." 4. Ancient prose describing the snow scene
Snow
The dusk is boundless and the sunset will fall. Before the sun set in the west, the moon came from the east in a hurry.
petals are scattered in the dark sky, which seems to have a faint fragrance. Snow floated leisurely, rendering the world into a vast expanse of white.
catkin-like snow, reed-like snow and light smoke-like snow, which flows and chases, is spotless when it comes, but not shocked when it falls. One hexagonal flower after another, exquisitely carved, without any duplication. Carve jade with powder, but which artist can design such delicate lines? Who can carve such a delicate handicraft? I'd rather believe it's the tears of a fairy in the heavenly palace than the masterpiece of nature!
in a blink of an eye, fir and pine trees have all turned into jade branches. Yuyang changed into a simple Chinese tunic suit that had been worn for an autumn, while Fenglin took off her long red dress that showed off for half a year.
Jade butterfly-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the earth has replaced the silk gauze just put on with a sweater. I want to get out of the octagonal pavilion that has stood for a long time. When I first arrived at the pavilion, I couldn't help but take back my feet. The glittering and translucent snowflakes spilled all over the floor, which made me seem to have Daiyu, who "hoed the flowers out of the embroidered curtain with his hands and endured falling flowers again and again." The mood. Of course, I am neither Lin Daiyu nor Li Qingzhao, otherwise, I will definitely fill in a new word and make a ditty.
standing on the top of the mountain, it seems that a little wind is blowing. It's breezy and not cold. The snowflakes on the branches and on the roof now make a few clever spins in the embrace of the wind and go to find other partners.
The dark sky is decorated with a few full pearls, sometimes with a soft luster, hazy, bearing many memories and yearning of the world. Cherries are not as deep as the stars, like diamonds, like … by the way, like fireflies, dotted with blurred light, which seems to light up all the stars in the sky.
I don't know when the clothes were covered with small snowflakes. Looking at them, I suddenly remembered an article written by Mr. Lu Xun. It was specially written about snow, but I forgot the specific content, but I always remember that snow was called the essence of rain by Mr. Lu Xun. Think about it too, rain, that is, water; What about the snow? It is spring. This, perhaps, is the charm of snow! Snow will show you the elusive, misty rain like a flower, no, it is more beautiful than a flower. As long as you like, as long as the snowflake doesn't break and melt, you can appreciate it carefully. What you appreciate is snow and rain. Gently shake off a silvery white, but I feel a little reluctant in my heart, pursue it, surpass it, and walk down the mountain step by step. 5. Write a composition on the snowy scene in classical Chinese
Apples are like red lanterns; A slice of banana Huang Chengcheng; Pomegranate grinned with laughter; Oranges are jostling and touching on the branches ...
Fields, such as sea sorghum, raise torches, and endless soybeans ring copper bells; In the paddy field, a piece of rice in Huang Chengcheng turns up with the autumn wind. In the green vegetable field, the plump leaves are shining with crystal dew ...
When you walk into the forest, it's like wearing a camouflage suit, and the ginkgo trees are floating with yellow leaves, just like handfuls of small fans; Maple leaves shed a few red leaves, just like stamps; And the evergreen pine and cypress ... Look, how charming the autumn scenery is!
Autumn is the harvest season, because in autumn, many melons and fruits are ripe. Autumn is a cool season, because it is neither so hot as summer nor so cold as winter, and a gust of autumn wind blows, which makes people feel relaxed and happy; Autumn is a beautiful season, because in autumn, some flowers bloom, and leaves fall like butterflies, some turn yellow, others turn red … Everything becomes colorful. 6. There are two classical Chinese fragments describing snow, which are urgent
the original text of "Ode to Snow"
Xie Taifu's collection in the cold snow day, telling his children the meaning of the paper. Soon, the snow fell greatly, the guardian said happily: " what is the snow like this?" ？ ” His brother's eldest son, Xie Lang, said: " the air in the air is almost comparable. ". ” His eldest brother's daughter said: " Catkin are more than the wind dance with the wind. ". ” The imperial guardian roared with laughter. That is to say, the eldest brother has no daughter, and the wife of General Zuo Wang Ningzhi is also
a certain year old. In winter, heavy snow suddenly visited, feeling the beauty of nature, fluttering like goose feathers all over the sky. Sincerely bitter and cold for a long time, people don't think about moving, look around, the whole world is safe, people and everything are combined, and heaven and man are one. In a moment, a crow spread its wings and crossed the air, like the bright flash of the night, suspecting the spirit of nature. I thought sadly, "What's the difference between a busy bird and a human being?"? They are all eating, but people's temperament is distorted by eating, and birds can still enjoy flying for food. What fun? " I can't answer. The purity of snow has been praised by people since ancient times, and there are more than ten thousand poems about the scenery of snow. However, I only love one of them, and the book is here to enjoy with you. "Ruixue flutters like goose feathers, and the catkins are full of Qiong Yao. But see, Leng Yue sparse stars flying birds, crows to be fed shake their wings. Passers-by lost their way to Yangguan Road, while Pulsatilla crossed the bridge in Xun Mei through the snow. Mountains and rivers, lift up your eyes and see, float away and sway. Clouds cross the rugged roads in Qinling Mountains and whitewash the old grass and grass in Nanyang. There seems to be a jade dragon in the sky Suddenly turning back, the wine flag in Xinghua Village floated and swayed up and down with the wind. " 7. Don't chant
in a classical Chinese description of snow. 1. When Yang saw Cheng Yi and Yu Luo, it was forty years old. When he saw Yi, he sat down, but he couldn't stand in You Zuo. When he felt it, the snow was a foot deep outside the door. 2. Original: In December of Chongzhen five years, I lived in the West Lake. It snowed for three days, and in the lake. It was white from top to bottom. The shadow on the lake was only a trace of the long embankment, but a little bit of the pavilion in the middle of the lake. There were only two or three people in the boat. On the pavilion, two people were sitting opposite each other, and a boy's shochu stove was boiling. Seeing Yu, he was overjoyed and said, "How can there be such a person in the lake!" Yu Yu drank with him. Yu Qiang drank three big drinks without saying goodbye. When asked about his surname, he was from Jinling and was a guest here. When he got off the boat, Zhou Zi muttered, "Don't say that Xiang Gong is stupid, but there are even more idiots like Xiang Gong!" . 8. Ancient poems or prose describing snow
Snow in poems 1. The grass is withered and the eagle's eyes are urgent, and the snow is light.
(Wang Wei: Hunting) 2. and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. (Lu Lun: "The Song of the Sai Xia") 3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is a fragrance.
(Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom) 4. a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
(Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow)) 6. There is a dark snowy mountain in Changyun, Qinghai, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Songs of Joining the Army") 7. I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry will climb the Taihang Mountains with snow.
(Li Bai: it is hard to go)) 8. It's a long day in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow. (Gao Shi: "Bie Dong Da") 9. The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li ship is moored at the door.
(Du Fu: Jueju) 1. the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. (Cen Can: (a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home)) Cen Shen the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Scattered into the bead curtain, wet Luo Mo, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, Zu Yong, with its white top over floating clouds. After the snow Chu Qing, the forest shoot between the sun afterglow, late time, the city of changan added a few more cold.
The flying snow in Liu Fangping, Chun Xue, with spring breeze, wanders around the air. You look like a flower, but it is in the east of Luocheng.
Liu Zongyuan a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint; A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack. The ancients wrote a poem about the scenery: "Looking at Luofu in the snow, the jade peak rises, Fuchiyama goes to the village, and people live in plum blossoms."
Bodhisattva Man (Li Qingzhao) returned to Hong with a broken voice, and the back window was covered with snow and smoke. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light.
the sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull's-eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
the snow outside Shen Pei's curtain is just beginning to float, but the emerald incense is still burning. Sitting alone at night, people are tired and distant, and dreams are even more lonely.
quatrains (Du Fu in Tang Dynasty) Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. My window frames the snow-crowned western mountain scene. My door oft says to eastward-going ships “Goodbye”
"Xuemei" (two songs) Lu Meipo Mei Xue refused to surrender for the sake of spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee. Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a plum fragrance.
plum without snow is not spiritual, and snow without plum is not vulgar. Sunset poems are snowy all day, and they are ten springs with Mei.
"On Hearing Dong Play the Flageolet, Li Jie, when this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai, when long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas. Hu people listened to tears, wet edge grass, Han made to the guike liver sausage.
cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts, and the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow. When the Shang string is brushed first and then the horn feather is brushed, the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked [sorrowful] [sorrowful] Dong Fuzi, who knows the gods and demons come from the deep pine-wood and stealthily listen.
to music slow, then quick, following his hand, now far away, now near again, according to his heart. The sound of a mountain of birds scattered and set, the song is like a million clouds dark and clear.
a wildgoose fledgling, left behind, cries for its flock, and a Tartar child for the mother he loves then river waves are calmed, and birds are mute that were singing. As if the Wusun princess was far from home, like the grudge of princess Xu Wen Cheng.
suddenly the low sound leaps to a freer tune, like a long wind swaying a forest, a downpour breaking tiles. Like the rustling of the spring, the rustling of the trees, like the sing of a wild deer.
in the corner of the capital by the Eastern Palace wall