The poem about bleak winter is 1. It describes the cold winter.
Gui Chaohuan and Su Jian Bo Gu
Su Shi
I dreamed that the boat floated and shook, and the snow waves shook thousands of hectares of white.
I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes and countless green walls are opened depending on the sky.
This growth is closely followed by Xi and others who are guests of Jiangnan with you.
Swimming in the dream, waking up to enjoy, are flying shuttles, are throwing.
Tomorrow the west wind will still hang, singing my new words and tears.
After all the elves have gone, Chushan is empty, and Li Yang and Lan Zhi have no color.
You are a dream, Wuling is in the southwest pole.
"Zhuzhici" and Mo Mian's new singing, who means the separation of ancient and modern?
Yimen Snow is for the owner.
Meng Jiao
Yimen poor people sing snow, Yimen rich people drink. The sound of wine idles in the snow pin,
The sound of snow is strong and sad. Sorrow and joy come and go, and the spring breeze in Wan Li moves willows.
Song of late snow
Both the rich and the poor like snow and sunshine, and they are willing to go out. Seeing the fibers in the mirror sea, the ice sky floats.
Xianxing, every family sells dust. The child fingered the jade and sang the sacred dynasty.
There is an endless stream of gas, and there are few immortals. At first, Wang Zhi was lucky, but in the end, she doubted the different ceremonies.
The streets are clean and embarrassing. People are willing to look east, and Cuihua is still far west.
I'm worried about whether the sky is thin or thick. Worry leads to peace, so Yao is not as good as Yao.
There are unclear old words and hidden new words. Be a drinker and a singer.
It is difficult to choose the sound, and the sound is cut at the right time. Similarities and differences between China's ancient prose and law before today.
I hope that in Yao Yan, I will play all the songs about depression.
Yu He's little method
Xie Zhen
Zhao Hui is mountainous and looks at Juyongguan from a distance.
Clouds come from three sides, and the wind gives birth to thousands of horses.
After collecting the dust, it was quiet and a few people were idle.
Suddenly, people who abandon their bodies are ashamed of their temples.
Bitter and cold song
Liujia
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder.
Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow.
Bamboo poles are bitter and sweet, and I love to hold bitter festivals.
Birds sing with sadness and joy. I love to bleed.
If Pan Sheng can recite songs, his white hair will grow earlier.
Bitter and cold song
Meng Jiao
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.
What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.
Dongwuyin
Cao Ye
My heart is like a tiger on the mountain, and my body is like a mouse in a warehouse.
By the gate, no one spoke to it.
At the banquet, General Li's wishes were mutual.
I once listened to my words and greedily teased girls in Handan.
Alone in Huang Jintai, tears of sadness are like rain.
Quasi-chanting eleven
Yuxin
Shake the autumn to be angry, desolate and resentful.
Weeping dry Hunan water bamboo, crying bad Qi Liangcheng.
When the sky dies, it will be angry, and the day will be sad.
The rainbow shines on the base, and the starry night falls on the camp.
Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind dies.
A glass of wine in front, who is famous behind.
popular song
Gu Zhenguan
I drifted for a long time! In the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful and have been a teacher and friend.
In the past, it was not shameful to stand on the same starting line. I just watched Ling Du be poor and thin. He never lost. He was so sad that he lived a long life and said goodbye. He asked whether life in the north was bleak. Don't hate it, cut it for my brother.
My brother gave birth to Xin Wei, and I was ugly, but when he was young, frost destroyed him and he was born prematurely.
From now on, write less ci and fu, and keep your heart and soul together. I hope so, Heqing Life Insurance! Hurry back to Japan to write a manuscript. Pass on the empty name and cook, and talk nonstop.
2. Poems describing the desolation of fallen leaves in winter
Fallen leaves in poetry are generally used as images of autumn, and there are few descriptions in winter poetry.
If the answer is helpful, please accept it. Thank you.
Shoot bamboo shoots for a servant.
Peilue in Tang dynasty
Bamboo, the wind blows green. Lingdong leaves are not withered, and spring is not ripe.
Without an open mind, there is no need to have a program.
Western expedition (excerpt)
Pan An
The court and the house attacked each other; Put chickens and dogs together and put them around, so that everyone knows their homes and competes with each other. I am angry at Hongmen and come to see the King. Fan Mou agreed, and Yin Cijian made an alliance with Zhuang. White blades dance a thousand times, and dangerous winter leaves wait for frost.
Falling leaves send Chen Yu (it is not clear whether it is autumn or winter)
Han Yu in Tang Dynasty
The fallen leaves do not rest, and the residual crown does not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it.
Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes.
Beiqingluo
Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
Where the sun has entered the western hills, I look for a monk in his hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.
I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
When the sun set in the valley, the poet went into the mountain to visit a monk who lived in a hut.
3. Poems describing the cold winter and bleak mood
1, Snow at Night Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Interpretation;
At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow.
I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
2. "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the lane" Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Explanation:
Before returning to Lefeng, the sand was as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city was like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.
3. Homesick Day and Night at the Winter Solstice in Handan Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Explanation:
When I stayed at Handan Inn, it happened to be the solstice festival in winter. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.
I believe my relatives will gather late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.
4. "An Ancient Warsong" Tang Dynasty: Li Wei
During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.
The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.
The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert.
The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.
The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.
Explanation:
Climb the mountain during the day to observe the beacon tower alarm, and lead the horse to drink near Jiaohe River at dusk.
The yellow wind and sand came with the sound of fighting, just like the princess Pipa in the Han Dynasty was full of bitterness.
The wilderness is foggy and Wan Li has no battlements. Rain and snow enveloped the boundless desert.
The wailing Hu Yan flew through the air at night, and all Hu Bing shed tears.
It is said that Yumenguan has been blocked and can't go home, so the soldiers have to run with the general desperately.
Every year, the dead bones are buried in the wild, and only the grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han family.
5. "Snowing" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.
The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
Explanation:
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of soldiers who have just died, and only the old man sings poems sadly.
Clouds hang low in the dusk, and falling snowflakes are dancing and spinning in the wind.
The gourd was discarded, there was no wine in the wine container, and the embers in the stove seemed to glow red in front of my eyes.
There was no way to know the battle situation at the front and the news of his wife and siblings, so he sat sadly and drew words in the air with his hands.
6. "Walking in the sand, snow is like plum blossoms" Song Dynasty: Lv Benzhong
Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. It's great to like and dislike. A nasty smell. Who knows? Find the month of the south building.
I remember last year, when plum blossoms were in full bloom. Nobody said anything about the past. Who are you drunk for and who are you awake for? I still hate leaving lightly.
Explanation:
This snow is as white as plum blossom, and that plum blossom is as crystal clear as snow. Whether you like it or not, it looks just as good. But this beautiful notice reminds me of my sadness. Who can know this melancholy? Only the bright moon in the south building is my witness.
I remember it was the same season in previous years, but I was walking with you in the snow in Xun Mei. The moon shines on both of us. As time goes on, people get old and things become a thing of the past. No one mentioned it again! I am drunk and awake, awake and drunk, but for whom? Alas, until now, I still regret leaving you so easily!
4. Poetry describing the desolation of fallen leaves in winter
Fallen leaves in poetry are generally used as images of autumn, and there are few descriptions in winter poetry.
If the answer is helpful, please accept it. Thank you. Shoot a play bamboo for Wen Fu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was slightly bamboo, and the wind was green.
Lingdong leaves are not withered, and spring is not ripe. Without an open mind, there is no need to have a program.
The Western Expedition (excerpt) Pan An's courtyards and palaces attacked each other; Put chickens and dogs together and put them around, so that everyone knows their homes and competes with each other. I am angry at Hongmen and come to see the King.
Fan Mou agreed, and Yin Cijian made an alliance with Zhuang. White blades dance a thousand times, and dangerous winter leaves wait for frost.
Falling leaves send Chen Yu (I don't know if it is autumn or winter). In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu's fallen leaves did not rest, and the broken crown did not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it.
Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes.
The sun in Li Shangyin's place in the Northern Tang Dynasty has already entered the Western Hills. I'm looking for a monk in his hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.
I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
When the sun set in the valley, the poet went into the mountain to visit a monk who lived in a hut.
5. What are the poems describing bleak autumn colors?
1, Night Book Southern Song Dynasty-Ye Shaoweng
Original text:
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
The rustling autumn wind blows the leaves of the plane, bringing chills, and the wanderer who travels outside can't help but miss his hometown. Suddenly I saw the light under the fence in the distance. I thought it was a child catching crickets.
2, "Mountain Walk" Tang-Du Mu
Original text:
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
In late autumn, I climbed up the distant mountain along the winding path, and there were people in the place where the white clouds were generated. I stopped because I like the late autumn scenery of Fenglin. Maple leaves stained with autumn frost are better than February red flowers.
3, "Autumn Ci" Tang-Liu Yuxi
Original text:
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Translation; Since ancient times, poets and poets have lamented the depression, desolation and emptiness of autumn. I say autumn is far better than spring. It's crisp in autumn and clear in Wan Li. A crane soaring in the sky, pushing away the stratus clouds, also inspired my poems to fly to the clear sky in Wan Li.
4, "On the Great River" Northern Song Dynasty-Wang Anshi
Original text:
There was an autumn wind blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank floated down in the evening sky.
The flute of love, blowing farewell, blows to the mountains in the east with the autumn wind.
Autumn wind is blowing on the river, and the fallen flowers on the river bank fall in the sunset. The feeling of parting makes the distant flute blow, and with the autumn wind blows to the east of the mountain.
5, "Clear Sand and Autumn" Yuan-Bai Pu
Original text:
The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.
Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon is gradually dissipating, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the quiet and lonely village in the distance and dragging out long shadows. Light smoke floated into the air, several crows perched on a rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky. Beautiful scenery; Frosted grass, flaming maple leaves and golden flowers are swaying in the wind together, and the colors are very bright.