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.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
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.
Other poems about snow scenes:
1, the snow is loose and loose. -Chen Yi's Song Qing
2. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind blows goose feather and heavy snow one after another. -Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedong University"
We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. -Liu Lun's "He Zhang Servant Shoots the Next Song, the Third Song"
4. Life knows what it looks like everywhere. It should be like flying in the snow mud: fingers and claws occasionally stay in the mud, and Hong Fei flies back and forth. -Su Shi's Mianchi Nostalgia and Harmony
5. I love the clear snow in Dongshan, and the soft red light rushes to Yinshan. -Yang Wanli's "Love Dongshan after Sunny Snow"
6. Rock goes through the air, slaps the coast and rolls up thousands of piles of snow. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"
7. When the snow comes in late spring, wearing a court tree is a flying flower. -Han Yu's Chun Xue
8, there is much wind and snow, and it is unsuccessful to break the dream of hometown. -Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc, A Journey to a Mountain Residence"
9. The leaves of pears are rouge, and the flowers of buckwheat are white and fragrant. -Wang Yucheng's "The village walks, the horse crosses the mountain path, and the chrysanthemum begins to turn yellow"