Poetry about the snowy sun 1. Poems about the sun and snow
(A) the poem of the sun
The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water. -Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.
In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. -Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township Spring Tour"
A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall. -Wang Changling's "Long Letters and Visits"
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly -Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. -Meng Haoran's "Sleeping in Jiande River"
There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it. -Li Bai's "On Nanjing's Landing on the Phoenix Terrace"
There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. -Sima Guang's "Early Summer in the Guest"
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. -Xu Hun's Xie Ting Farewell
On that pure morning, near the old temple, Gao Lin in the early Ming Dynasty. -Chang Jian's "Zen State after Broken Mountain Temple"
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises. -Wang Anshi's "Deng Fei Laifeng"
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. -Li Bai's Farewell to Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.
The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years. -Wang Bo's poem Teng Wang Ge
In autumn, the bushes, like Taoist priests, are more and more inclined around the fence. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis. -Han Yi's Cold Food
The city music under the overpass is soft and melodious, half of it goes with the river wind and the other half floats into the clouds. -Du Fu's "Giving Flowers"
(2) Poetry of Snow
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying. -Han Yu's Chun Xue
When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"
The leaves of huanghuali are as red as rouge, and the fragrance of buckwheat flowers is as white as snow. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"
Love should be as pure as snow in the mountains and as bright as clouds on the moon. -Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"
It looks like an ordinary color, and the shade comes from his ice and snow. -Cao Xueqin's Ode to Red Plum.
On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. -Cui Tu's "Except Night"
The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. -Yan Shu's "Cold Dew in the Jade Bowl of Huanxisha"
The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back. -Lu Lun's "Li Duangong"
Remember Yutong, clear snow and cold crisp. -Zhang Yan "Klang Ganzhou, Remember Yutong, Walk in the Snow"
I only know how to look for beautiful scenery and forget the cold, my spring breeze in the sunset. -Yang Wanli's "Love Dongshan after Sunny Snow"
2. Poems with snow and the sun
The imperial capital is cold and cold, and there is no spring in Luo.
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows.
Chun Xue's empty curtain leans out and walks into the wild house half-baked. Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.
The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain. The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower.
Cold color lonely village dusk, hate Taiwan four wild smell. The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. Even the empty Chun Xue was as clear as washing. Suddenly I remembered the clear water and saw the sand.
1. Wang Wei: Hunting. 2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords.
Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai 3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. Wang Anshi: Plum blossom 4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue 5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow 6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, an isolated city overlooking Yumenguan.
Wang Changling: Seven Songs of Joining the Army 7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: it is hard to go 8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Gao Shi: "Don't move big" 9. The snow outside the window is Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. Du Fu: quatrains 10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
3. A statement describing the sun after snow
1. After the snow, the earth was wrapped in silver everywhere and became a crystal fairy tale.
Rows of trees proudly bloom with silver flowers, shining with purplish light in the sun; Many delicate silver bars hang from the bare branches of catalpa bungeana; The magpies on the branches are intoxicated by the charming snow scene, stop for a long time, then fly smartly, kick off a snowflake, and then sing happily; In the yard, a dozen sparrows scampered in the snow for food, and occasionally turned to look at me warily. 2. I don't know when, this pure white ice crystal fell into the sky, and in the dark sky, a quiet and harmonious flying snow was overwhelming.
She danced, turned around and danced in the air like a note. With the graceful dance, the distant mountains and dense fog are slowly outlined, with a long ancient rhyme, like a comfortable pleasure, lingering in the mountains, flying in the air, turning into snowflakes all over the sky.
Without thick ink, it is pale, just like a landscape painting full of Chinese classical style, which unfolds before dawn. In winter, the countryside looks a bit shabby because there are no trees, and it looks a bit deserted because few people come out.
At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place. People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless.
Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder. People can sleep especially in winter, which is a compensation for a year's hard work.
In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream. A passage describing the winter scenery. In the evening, large tracts of snowflakes fall from the dark sky.
At the moment, mountains, rivers, fields and villages are all covered with snow. The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.
6. After a while, the snow stopped. The whole earth seems to be wrapped in a layer of silver gauze, and it seems to be shrouded in a layer of mist.
The pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips", emitting dazzling light. If your exclamation disturbs the birds in the branches, "crystal crumbs" will splash like morning mist and blend into the earth silently; If you shake the branches naughtily, "crystal chips" will make a crisp sound of "tinkling" and make you intoxicated.
However, no one can bear to shake the branches, because no one can bear to destroy the flawless "crystal" crafts. 7. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse.
The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. In some places on the hillside, the snow is thick, and in some places, the grass color is still exposed. In this way, one is white and the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns.
8. Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if deliberately despising winter. 9. In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature.
10. Snowflakes fell on Miss Tree, who seemed to be wearing a white wedding dress. Snowflakes fell on the roof, and the roof seemed to be wearing a white hat.
Snowflakes fall on the earth, and the earth seems to be covered with a snow-white wool blanket. 1 1. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds.
The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.
Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
12. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the hard land below, hard and frozen. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid that the original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like the frozen face of children in winter.
In winter, the sound in the field is even stronger, which makes people who walk alone feel scared. The trunk has no ground, but it is swaying with the wind, like crying and dancing wildly. 13. Winter is like a fairy tale world, and winter snow is a fairy tale world.
In winter, the weather is cold, and the snow seems to understand something, and immediately puts a thick white quilt on everything in the world. The pine tree put on her new coat and danced in the snow; Grandpa Sun is not so brilliant against the snow, but he has a hazy feeling.
14. In the morning, I was walking on the road. Suddenly, I felt my cheeks cool. Looking up, countless snowflakes the size of rice grains fell one after another, and some hit the roof, rustling a winter symphony. Some hit the branches and turned over naughtily; Some fell to the ground and jumped around happily.
Gradually, these naughty ghosts all slipped away and turned into clear snow water, drilling assiduously into the soil. 15. It was snowing heavily, and the snowflake danced in various postures in the air, flying, hovering, falling straight and quickly, and laying on the ground.
16. The snow in the evening is deep, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as sea water, which can drown everything, and there is a sense of nudity like uncovering the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. 17. "Wow, it's beautiful!" Every place is covered with thick snow, and everywhere is white. The roof and treetops are covered with white snow and crystal clear.
Snowflakes fall from the sky, one by one, gently and slowly.
4. Poetry describing winter
Butterflies in light green spring
Insects in bright golden summer
In autumn, bright yellow geese return to China.
Unicorn in white winter
They all remember.
I miss you so much.
In winter morning, the colors of leaves are like sadness, sea green and sea green. On a new day, people's feelings are affected and they begin to walk.
At first glance, you put your hand into your clothes and your pupils are slightly blue. I still remember that winter morning, when the leaves were sad and the sea was green. In English, it is sea green. What a beautiful metaphor. Green time
The spring branches in the north are full and the snow is empty.
My hometown is near the low eaves, and my dreams are empty.
The stars hit the inkstone, and the poem was empty.
Tides and waves chase all over the world, and the fragrance disappears.
There is no hope for thrips to catch the wind, and the world is empty.
-"Catch the Wind"
There is always no wind, and the sun cuts on the glass window at different angles, cutting a harsh hole in the eye. Few people on the road can make various postures in the sun and look at the shadows funny. Sometimes I pass a steel flagpole and catch a glimpse of my face deformed on the column-a girl who has grown a circle. Liu Hai was soaked to the skin, revealing his forehead. One black and one white, but no contrast. But at the moment, the sky is blue and wet, and there is no place with clouds.
5. What are the poems describing the sunshine in winter?
1, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; Make further progress —— Reading Wang Zhihuan's Heron House
2, Rizhao incense burner gives birth to purple smoke, and the waterfall hangs thousands of rivers. Look at Li Bai's Lushan Waterfall in Tang Dynasty
3, the lotus leaf is infinitely bright, and the lotus red is different. Don Yang Wanli (Chu Xiao Jingci Temple Pai Lin Zifang)
At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Tang Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan
5, the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen. Don, Frontier Messenger
6, the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails are alone. Li Bai saw Tianmen Mountain in Tang Dynasty
7. Autumn has been sad and lonely since ancient times. I say autumn is better than spring. Liu Yuxi's Autumn Poems in Tang Dynasty
8. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny. Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Tang Yuxi (Ⅰ)
9. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Don't Move Big by Tang.
10, there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. Chai Lu by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty
6. Poetry describing winter
Li He, the Henan provincial government, tried out the December music lyrics and jumped over the moon in December.
The sun's feet are pale red, and the thin cream does not sell cassia twig.
Winter is a little gentle and harsh. It's a long day and a long night.
Bai Juyi, Freedom
The sunshine in winter is bright and warm, so lovely.
Move the sofa and sit facing the sun, but still take off your robe.
The little slave hit my foot and the little maid scratched my back.
Ask yourself, who am I, Hu Ran alone?
Antai is good and helpful. I'll discuss the outline with you.
My heart is full, and I am hungry and cold.
Things are unfinished, and thoughts are exploding in it.
How lucky I am today, things are in harmony with my heart.
There is no obstacle between the inside and the outside.
Therefore, I can talk to you at will in the sunshine.
7. Praise winter poems
Foreign poets include Pushkin, who wrote poems praising the sun.
There are other poets. The sun symbolizes freedom.
In fact, there are many poems about the sun in ancient poetry. It's good, too. It's for reference only.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress" East sunrise and west rain, the road is sunny but the sun is shining.
-Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" is connected with infinite lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. -Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" has beautiful mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
-Du Fu's "Two quatrains", the sunrise is red, and the spring is blue. -Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan Ci" pavilion began to sink clouds, and rain was coming.
-Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City" The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. -Wang Wei's "Chuangguan Fortress" East sunrise and west rain, the road is sunny but the sun is shining.
-Liu Yuxi's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" is connected with infinite lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers reflected in the sun are of different colors. -Yang Wanli's "Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple" has beautiful mountains and rivers, and flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze.
-Du Fu's "Two quatrains", the sunrise is red, and the spring is blue. -Bai Juyi's "Three Memories of Jiangnan Ci" pavilion began to sink clouds, and rain was coming.
-Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City" Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse" Dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and the armor is paved.
-Li He's "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing", singing my songs, drinking my wine deeply, and starting my way home on that green spring day. -Du Fu's "The Imperial Army Recovers the Banks of the Yellow River" wins the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya, and the vast scene is new.
-Zhu "Spring is far away, cold and poor. -Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese and snow.
-Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedongda University" is far from sad in the daytime, and the whip refers to the end of the world. -Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems No.5" But I looked at home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
-Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower" rings in all directions, and Wan Li has a long smoke. -Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si I will sit on a fishing rod, lazily by the stream, but I will suddenly dream that I am driving a boat and sailing towards the sun.
-Li Bai's "It's hard to walk alone", the sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow flies a little. -Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
-Li Bai's "seeing friends off" Wu is in my east and Chu is in my south. You can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth. -Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower" has been exhausted, and he is tired of combing his hair at night.
-Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Spring Festival Evening" is getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Fifth" spring outing, apricot flowers blow all over the head.
-Wei Zhuang's "Sidi Township Spring Tour" is not as beautiful as the western Western jackdaw, but it still carries the shadow of Zhaoyang. -Wang Changling's "Long Letters and Long Complaints" No one has ever fallen on the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
-Fan Chengda's Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous, Part II.
8. Sentences about the sun in winter
Open a library member with a minimum of 0.27 yuan, and view the full content > Original Publisher: Li Dongri's feeling of sunrise Part I: The feeling of sunrise in winter is still foggy because of the steaming hot pot. When you sleep, rub your face on the soft quilt and roll, so that the sun shines through the glass window.
I always feel like winter because of many beautiful little things. Chapter 2: Talk about the mood of the sun in winter, and talk about mood selection 1. On a sunny afternoon, I took some photos about the sun with my camera, and then stared at them in a daze.
Take it out and browse quietly in the middle of the night, watching the dazzling light on the blue background and enjoying the sunshine alone in the dark. Sunshine is free, sunshine is precious, sunshine is beautiful and sunshine is a mixture of colors.
Like a greedy child, I gave the sunshine a hug without shyness, and then occupied its warmth. Autumn has come, with golden and brilliant joy.
After a whole summer, the sun changed the leaves into their own colors. Did Zijin Ye feel the sadness of leaving after realizing his ideal? Oh, no, I was wrong! Look, those golden leaves are flying down safely and happily.
It turns out that they are the roots that bring sunshine to life and nurture sunshine! Yes, this beautiful sunshine also nurtures everything in the world and is full of the joy of harvest. Traces of sunshine can be found in every corner of spring. The sunshine in spring is never hidden. Like a mother, it gently covers the newborn baby with a layer of golden gauze. The grass is tender and green, smelling of earth and sunshine.
I stepped on the green ground and enjoyed the sunshine. The chill of early spring has already been washed clean by the bright sunshine, and the whole body is refreshed.
Walking in the bright sunshine, the fragrance of smiles is everywhere. That bright smile blooms in everyone's heart, and the whole world is full of flowers. That comfortable day.
9. Poems about the Sun
Poems about the sun:
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan
It is the scenery of the West Lake in June, which is really different from other seasons. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.
The mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river; By going up one flight of stairs, look further.
Wang Zhihuan is at Luniao Mountain Villa.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Chai Lu by Wang Wei
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth.
Li Bai sees Lushan Waterfall.
At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows every grain of Chinese food is hard!
Li Shen's "sympathy for farmers"
With the shadow of dusk in my heart, I drove forward in the grave of my friends; Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Lishangyinle park scenic spot
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.
Du Mu's Mountain Walk