Poems about snow are beautiful.

The beautiful poem describing snow is as follows:

1, Ode to Snow

Wax turned to Hong Jun, who was disabled, and Dongfeng cut the underwater Temple of Heaven. Leave the unstoppable Qinhuai Wan Li Mountain with thousands of aqua regia. Wind, bamboo, dance, silver and phoenix dance, Yun Song smothered the cold of Yulong. I don't know who is playing the flute in the sky and blowing all over the world.

Translation:

Overwhelming snow not only adds color to thousands of rivers in Wu Chu, but also floods the Wan Li Mountains in the Qinhuai River basin. Although the words are exaggerated, they are very vivid. Bamboo branches are flying like a phoenix, Yun Song is hovering like a jade dragon, and the poet's imagination is admirable. I don't know who is playing the flute and blowing all over the world. It is even more classic and intriguing.

2. "Lin Chunling sees the snow on November 30"

Butterfly first curtain embroidery. Wan Yunv and Qi Hui dance sleeves. The falling flowers and birds are misty, and I remember it for a long time and bid farewell to Baqiao. The account of the incense barrel will always leak. The ground is deep and the moon is thick. The night cold is not near the tassel, only pity him, and the back garden is sparse.

Translation:

On the surface, the poet wrote about snow, but in fact, he borrowed snow to set off the cold-resistant spirit of plum blossoms, and at the same time expressed the poet's different public interests. It creates a multi-angle and multi-vision artistic conception, combines dynamic beauty and static beauty in the virtual and real world, and combines the thoughts and feelings of poets, which can be called creating a beautiful and elegant elegant style, which is admirable.

3. Sunrise at Qingping Music Painting Hall

Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court. Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds.

Translation:

When I got up in the morning, someone came to report that it was snowing, describing that the snow was falling and the poet decorated it with pendants, which was refreshing and reflected the novelty of the poet's words.

The joy of seeing the snow scene, not to mention rolling up the curtains, is even higher. It can be seen that the poet has been looking forward to this snow for a long time. We should appreciate the "Jia Rui" falling between heaven and earth, see the vast and blurred colors, and vividly express the poet's obsession with snow.

4. Chun Xue

The new year has come, but it has not seen the fragrant flowers. It was not until February that it was surprised to find that the grass sprouted green buds. Snow White seems reluctant to part with this late spring, but proudly sprinkled a fly on the tree in front of the court.

Translation:

The real spring hasn't arrived yet, but Chun Xue can't help flying all over the sky and stroking it like bloom. This is the most beautiful soul thing in the world, so that the poet can't tell which is the plum blossom on the tree in the garden. Which piece is a snowflake?

5. "The red forest is close, the life is kind, and the flowers are like brocade."

Thirty-six thousand hectares, the jade pot is cold in the world. Jade age seal (Li ‖), Qiyuan fold. Momo pear blossoms are brilliant, and willows are still in succession. I am suspicious, shocking the world, and the oblique wind is saving the day. This is a frequent reward, and it is a drunkard's sake. Call the children and leeks. Bing recommends spring vegetables first. I am afraid that the east wind will blow away, so I will wait for the moon. Don't be afraid to see it tonight.

Translation:

Opening 36,000 hectares is really a big deal. It is even more wonderful to use a jade pot to compare heaven and earth after it snows all over the sky. Snow-covered, freezing, beautiful scenery in Meiling, green bamboo eclipsed. This is the momentum of writing snow. Compared with pear catkins, the desert does not lose gorgeous colors, but it does not lose the rhythm of flying, which shows the heroic style of writing.