A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian, secretary of Wu Guitang and Cen Can, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow passed the Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Every Snow Dwells in Furong Mountain Owner: Liu Changqing in the Tang Dynasty was far away in Cangshan Mountain at dusk, freezing in the cold, and his house was poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Look at the Xuefeng Tang of Zhongnanshan and see how Zhongnanshan soars into the sky. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
A suggestion for my friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
"Popular North" Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in poverty, and the splendor was still open. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.
There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
"Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Don Lulun, hanging high in the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
"Winter Night" Tang Censhen is sweating like rain and frost, and there is no business in the hot spring fire well. Zeguo dragons and snakes are frozen, and Nanshan is sparse.
Tang Baorong is sincere and lovely in winter, and it's best to miss more at night. Fortunately, in the frost and dew, the horses and chariots have been frozen.
It's not the year of ploughing, weeds will defeat millet. Don't leave each other alone, birds and mice will move their nests.
Seeing the heart alone, the frost protects the soft rose. If so, what's the point of leaving grace?
Because of the memory of his wife, a word is heavy. Chu Jian in the breeze, Yan Ge for my son.
"Early Winter" Tang Bai Juyi In October, the weather in Jiangnan was fine and cold as spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.
Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.
"Negative Winter" Tang Baiju is easy to go out in winter, according to the south corner of my house. Sit with your eyes closed and your skin will be healthy.
At first, it was like drinking alcohol mash, and it was like being stung by Su. External integration is smooth, and Chinese integration is one.
If you forget where you are, your heart is empty. "Winter Night" Tang Baiju changed his family's poverty and made friends.
There is no one in front, hiding in the village. In the cold, the lights are dim and the curtains are broken.
At the window, I heard the new snow. Sleeping for years, sitting up in the middle of the night.
If you don't learn to sit still and forget your heart, you can live silently. When you are upright, you will die and your heart will change.
Four years and 1,300 nights. "Shousui" Tang Mudian, a gorgeous palace.
At the end of the year, winter snow and winter snow melt, and it seems that a warm spring breeze blows in the warm palace. Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers.
* * * Spring Festival, send you all night. "Working in the Snow" Tang Bai Juyi was in the middle of the year, and the night was cold and snowy.
Where will I live? Warm my account, heater. Two brown ones and a scarf.
When the porridge is cooked, I can't sleep. It's time to take care of your body and mind, and don't mind your own business.
I idled around for six years to get through the snowstorm. Suddenly, tourists from Philip Burkart thought of early court officials.
Cold ling didn't wake up when she stepped on the frozen invasion at night. Heart is your father and your servant.
No freedom is made by heart. Now that you are satisfied, your body will be at peace.
I should match my words with my deeds.
2. Poems about the Moon and Snowy Moon: When the sea rises and the moon rises, heaven is still our neighbor.
The moon is hanging in the sky, making Yan night lonely.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
My heart is full of sorrow, and the moon is full of sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi.
Xue: Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone; I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I don't know if I started spraying water recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum")
3. The poem describing the passage of time in the snow laments that the current situation is worrying about the moon: "Bo Yun Yan Su. Describing the war "the soldiers are in the dust desert, Jianghan is in the moon", "It's easy for the moon to be flawless, and the purple gas is still rushing to fight", feeling that the long month has passed. In a clear poem, it shows. The sad past of "geese come without a trace, the road is difficult to dream", ".
You decorate the old man's face, beard and eyebrows with snow to express pure white. I think the snow took you away, so I hate this snow and related things, but I fantasize that when it comes, you will come back. I stretch again and again in my dreams. What is drifting away is what we have passed away.
Cover it with flowers lest we should see it again. The second autumn, covered with snow. Hazelnut trees and poplars. Most of Prishvin's prose poems describe the richness and vitality of nature, with rich imagination and novel metaphors and expressions. As time goes by, everything will be green-truth will eventually win and the century of truth will eventually come. "
4. The poem about snow is 1, Xue Mei No.1 written by Lu Meipo in Song Dynasty.
For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It is difficult for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.
2. Li Qingzhao's "Qing Ping Le Nian Li Xue" in the Song Dynasty.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I often indulged in the enthusiasm of plums. Later, although the effect was in hand, I was not in a good mood to enjoy it. I could only rub it at will, but I got tears on my clothes.
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
3. The song dynasty Liu Zhu's "partridge sky, snow through the mountain city, jade refers to the cold."
Snow shines on the mountain city, jade refers to the cold, and Qiang is in charge of the building.
There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea.
The stars are dotted and the moon is round. Go back to the river and get into the cups and plates.
There are 3,000 romantic poems by Hanlin, and I sent them to Wu Ji with tears in my eyes.
The snow covering the earth reflects the mountain city. In the ice and snow, the flute player upstairs feels cold, doesn't he? The sound of the Qiang flute you played is full of parting sadness, floating in the air. Plum blossoms in Jiangnan bloom and fall, and fall and bloom. How many times have they bloomed? I wander at the end of the world, and my temple is so gloomy.
Facing the shining stars and the bright full moon in the sky, I drank endlessly alone. Drinking, drinking, as if the milky way in the sky had flowed back into my cup. I, a bachelor of Hanlin, wrote 3,000 poems for my lovesickness, and I want to give them to your lover in the south, so that you can read them slowly and carefully with tears in your eyes!
4. Du Fu's Snow in Tang Dynasty
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.
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.
5. Modern Wang Guowei's "Liang Zhu, the frost on the ground is as thick as snow"
The frost on the ground is as thick as snow. People are talking in the west wind, and thin horses hiss in the waning moon.
A song is unclear. The sound of the car faded away.
Change the color of the world. Strange and deep, still in the same era.
Naturally, there is nothing to say. Parting is the first thing in the world.
The ground was frozen with frost as thick as a layer of snow. People stood in the west wind to say goodbye, and the thin horse kept moaning at the waning moon. When saying goodbye, he had already left before the song "Yangguan" was finished. The creaking sound of the car seemed to echo the song, sobbing painfully.
The green of Tianya has turned yellow, but the deep rut on Mo's head is the same as when I came. Three sentences are the words of predecessors. Jing 'an followed Luo Zhenyu to Beijing in the spring of 2008, and went to the funeral home a few months later. Come and go in a hurry, things change, let me deeply feel the impermanence of life. What is there to say about this vain life? The saddest thing in the world is to leave.
5. Poems and sentences about snow are the ancient poems of China first, and the following sentences describe snow.
The painting hall rises in the morning to report the snow. Li Bai's qingping music
"A boat, a bamboo cloak and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan.
"Snow comes in late spring, so it is a courtyard tree flying" Han Yu.
Li Bai's "Popular North": Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow down Xuanyuantai.
Ode to Snow, a five-character poem written by Liang and Wu Yun in the Southern Dynasties, has a similar rhythm and is a famous sentence that has always been recited: "The breeze shakes the trees in the courtyard, and the fine snow falls under the curtain. The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower. I didn't see Yang, but I saw Gui Zhibai. No tears, no humanity, what is good about acacia. "
Snow eagle on the back, borneol in the horseshoe.
The snow-capped mountains are barren and the glaciers are full of geese.
Smoky spring fishing is quiet, and the night chess in the igloo is deep.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The snowy mountain is near, and the sky is too high to think.
Three million Yulong was defeated and broken bones were flying all over the sky.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
The jade steps leave the bright moon for one night, and the golden hall is full of flowers in three spring.
Three thousand silver is the same color, and the terrace jade on the twelfth floor is a layer.
Jiangshan is not thousands of miles away from jathyapple, and there are thousands of selfless jade Qian Qian in the world.
"The north wind rolled the white grass and blew them. Eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. (Cen Can's song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home")
"The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating." (Du Fu's quatrains)
"I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow." (Li Bai, it's hard to go)
"Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
"A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." (Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue)
"It's not snow in the distance, because it smells." (Wang Anshi, Meihua)
"Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow." (Gao Shi "Don't be big")
Drifting across the river, butterflies dancing in vain.
Singing in the cold wave, the waves are natural and unrestrained.
Snow trees and silver flowers, burning red lips and anger.
How charming the mountains and rivers are, inlaid with a winter moon.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, I only feel embarrassed; When the river rises and falls, it loses momentum. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!
This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lost literary talent; Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows. These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.
The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, during the daytime, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.
The snow disappeared in the cold river, and the frozen pool gradually flowed by.
It snowed for ten days in Beijing, and everyone was full.
All kinds of snow, the bright moon meets me.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
I know that it suddenly snows at night, and I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Clouds pass through the autumn snow in Qinling Mountains, and the snow embraces the green horse.
There are oranges in the residual snow, and the frozen snow scared the bamboo shoots to sprout.
The snow began to disappear in the spring of March 8, and it returned to the East.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats, blowing down XuanYuanTai.
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
"I don't know if Xia Ting fell today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the door last night."
6. The poem "Mei Xu Xun" describing snow is white, but the snow has lost its fragrance.
(Lu Meipo) Snow is like plum blossom, plum blossom is like snow, which is both strange and colorful (Lv Benzhong) There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling is alone; It is not snow that comes from afar, because there is a faint fragrance (Wang Anshi) (These three sentences skillfully describe each other with snow and plum blossoms in terms of color, season and the hope that they give people spring. We can also learn from the author's methods, put many related things into nature through our own reasonable imagination, and write things concretely and realistically by reflecting the countryside. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
(Yuan Zhen) Six flying flowers came into the room and sat and watched the green bamboo become lovely branches (high chapter) (the first half of these two poems describes the typical snow scene in the north, "it is a typical' hundred mountains without birds, thousands of paths without footprints'" and the bad weather when staying indoors. But in the second half of the poem, the feelings expressed by the author through natural scenery are positive. Through' thousands of jade, ten thousand clouds and lovely branches', the author makes the winter in the north warm and affectionate, instead of being brutally killed by snow.
The author expressed his passion for nature and life concretely and appropriately. From this, we can draw a conclusion that the description of natural scenery must be combined with our rich psychological world in order to be truly touching. )
Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint (Cen Can) behind him, Yunheng, where is the home of Qinling Mountain, the snow holds the green gate, and the horse does not move forward (Han Yu). These two poems are written by the author to express sincere feelings between people with snow. This is a typical way of expressing emotion by borrowing scenery, which makes readers feel emotion by rendering natural scenery.
Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night, blowing open the petals of the Wannian pear tree (Cen Can), the Qian Shan green outside the snow, the flowers beside the riverside in February (Ouyang Xiu) and the sunshine in spring. These are many poems about snow that we are most familiar with. These two poems express the author's full enthusiasm and optimistic outlook on life.
The author provides us with a colorful picture of spring with poetry, reminding us of the beauty of spring, which is the enlightenment of literary works to people's thoughts. The snowflakes on the swallows were as big as seats, and they blew off the Xuanyuan terrace one after another.
The ground is white, the wind is cold and the snow is heavy (Li Bai). This is a poem written by Li Bai that directly describes the big snowflake, and we can directly quote it to describe the snow. We should learn the poet's creative quality through careful observation and image portrayal.
Three million jade dragons were defeated by the war, and broken bones were flying all over the sky (Bird). This is the author's bold imagination. He wrote the snow as a long forest, which floated down from the fierce battle and endowed it with chivalrous character. When the environmental atmosphere and psychological feelings suit it, you can quote this unique poem.
Catkin is floating outside the curtain (Xie Daowen) because of the wind, and its fragrance is still burning. Sitting alone at night, people are very tired and far away, and dreams are more lonely.
(Shen Pei) This is a good combination of snow and human meditation. It is the loneliness of talented women in feudal society. The scene of people and snow outside the window reflects a certain social background. This is a typical example of literary works related to a certain social background. Year: Song Author: Works: Dimfragrance Content: Snow comes to compare colors.
Smile at Lian Ran and stop playing the flute. Don't blame Guangping for his hard heart.
On the other hand, it is three flowers and two cores, which will last forever and let talented people write. I still remember I was drunk in the East Garden, and I sat in the sky.
Looking back, silently. The rain is dark and foggy, and there are thousands of worries.
Jinjiang road is very quiet, and the media hired a voice recorder. Finally, it's hard to count on bamboo households.
Gaunt, Qiang tube, blame who started. -Year: Yuan Author: Yuan Anonymous Works: Klang Ganzhou Content: A ball was thrown in a jade furnace and fried.
Don't add fuel to the fire. You know, red smoke without flames.
No loss, but the weight is still the same. So, three thousand.
Only by exercising can you become Zen. The whole truth supports life, just between you and me.
Home has its own nectar spring. Water the yellow buds and grow lotus flowers.
-Year: Tang Author: Zhu Wan Works: Xue Chang 'an Content: Snowflakes float in thousands of households, falling silently into the ravine bit by bit. Just like jade dust disappears and accumulates, half a piece of borneol is still flowing.
The light contains the clear sky garden, and the light surrounds the royal building. The flat land has been moistened by more than enough feet, and it is in its prime.
-Age: Tang Author: Lu Lun's Works: Going out to meet Geng's ambition Content: Clouds open and snow walk the mountains, Wan Li, and I have never lived in the highest peak. I can't go back to earth for the time being, so I'll meet you again in Chang 'an.
-Time: Tang Author: Jiao Yu's works: Content: Travel all over the world, looking at the spring scenery. Regardless of the afterglow, there is no sound.
The wind fills the air first, and it is near the city. Because the wind is low and does not gather, it is lighter to bring rain.
Ganlu knows when it's time to wait. Small Confucianism is the same thing, there is no answer to Huang Ming.
Chun Xue's empty curtain leans out and walks into the wild house half-baked. The sky is far away and the mountains are very white, so I can't tell plum blossoms from willow flowers.
7. The poem about snow "The north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar. (Cen Can's song "Snow White Farewells Tian Shuji Wu to Go Home")
"The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating." (Du Fu's quatrains)
"I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow." (Li Bai, it's hard to go)
"Chai Men smell dogs barking, hakodate. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
"A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue." (Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue)
"It's not snow in the distance, because it smells." (Wang Anshi, Meihua)
"Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow." (Gao Shi "Don't be big")
Drifting across the river, butterflies dancing in vain.
Singing in the cold wave, the waves are natural and unrestrained.
Snow trees and silver flowers, burning red lips and anger.
How charming the mountains and rivers are, inlaid with a winter moon.
8. The poem about winter leisure time is 1. What is snow like? The difference between salt and air can be drawn, but catkins are not because of the wind. Xie Jin Dao Yun's Snow Poems
2. Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Popular in the North by Tang Li Bai
3. If you don't kill in severe winter, why can you see Yangchun? Tang Luwen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting
4, snow like plum blossoms, plum blossoms like snow, are amazing. Walking on the Beach by Ben Zhong of Luzon.
5, snowflakes are like the palm of your hand, and the wind is like a knife. Qian Qing Qian Yi's Clouds in Liu Jing on a Snowy Night
6. Turn the bead curtain over the powder wall, which is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Two Snow Poems by Tang Li Shangyin
7, the setting sun is neglected on the bamboo, and the snow is in the mountains. Yi "Chu Zhu Shu Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang County"
8. One night in Lushan Mountain, Yulong was cold, and LAM Raymond Qianshu pear flower was old. Tang Luyan's Sword Painting This poem is snowed in Xiangyang.
9. The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless. Sheng Xue Biao
10, Snow White had no time for spring, so she wore the garden tree as a flying flower. Yu Zhu
1 1, the spring is chilly, and I am even more chilling. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. Jia's Fu of Bitterness and Cold
12, the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
13, I don't know whether Xia Ting will fall today, but people suspect that Hualin will blossom last night. Xie Jin Dao Yun's Snow Poems
14, I just saw the cloud at the top of the ridge like a cover, and I was shocked that the rocks were snowing like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds. Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
15, Chai Men heard dogs barking, and the night snow returned to people. Liu Changqing, the master of Furong Mountain in the snow.
16, Chaolai, try a few piles of cold on the green branches. Wei's Pear Blossom;
17, there is snow in Xiling outside the window, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the gate. Du fu's quatrains
18, Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded when spring is full of beauty. Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox? Yu's two Li Hua poems
19, Whitestorm is cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Libai mocked Li Yangwang for refusing to drink.
20. Reward all places of Qiong Yao. Snow in silhouette by Qi Ji of Song Xin