The poem "The Taste of Winter" is as follows:
Jiang Snow
Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
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There is a special kind of silence in the brisk winter. It is as beautiful as Wang Mian's poem "Wake up in the middle of the night and push the window to see the white moon without a trace on the mountain covered with snow". It is also like the silence in Bai Juyi's poem "I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I often hear the sound of breaking bamboo".
Some people say: Winter is the last ray of silence in the world. Only by keeping this warmth can we usher in the prosperity of spring. The poet Liu Zongyuan is well aware of this. The 20-character poem "Jiang Xue" is not only the sustenance of his life ideal, but also his collection of the unique tranquility and beauty of winter.
After Snow in the Mountains
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
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In the clear winter, thousands of miles of ice cover and thousands of miles of snow drifting. The poet Cen Shen bid farewell to his friends on such a bright and clear winter day. The sentence "Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom" vividly and intoxicatingly depicts a snowy world covered in silver.
When the poet Zheng Xie opened the door early in the morning, what he saw was pure white snow all over the mountain. It was sunny after snow, and there were faint clouds in the sky. Although the sunlight was icy and the weather was freezing, this scenery had a different flavor in Zheng Banqiao's heart.
Because at this moment, the plum blossom branches in his courtyard, although still frozen by ice and snow, still have a noble and tenacious character in the cold wind, which is full of admiration! The vast sky and earth, and the crystal clear snowflakes, bring not only fun and poetry to the world, but also a baptism of the soul.
A few days before the end of the year, I occasionally wrote a long sentence
The old man turned away from the human world, and the fireworks were scattered. A few green vegetables are still growing in the cold, and a spoonful of clear spring will make your hands crisp. There are no dog thieves when the corn is low, and there are raccoon slaves when the night is long and warm enough. At the end of the year, people are more happy to be strong, and the cursive script becomes a Yu Lei talisman.
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In the lazy winter, as Zhao Bingwen wrote in "Lying on the Warm Night at Night": "I sleep on my feet with long legs, and the warm rhythm returns to Zou for the first time. There are three feet of snow in front of the door. "A warm quilt, an undisturbed dream."
In lazy winter, just like what Weng Sen wrote in "The Joy of Reading in Four Seasons": "The earth stove and tea cauldron cook the fire, and one is clear enough to be called a reader. Where can I find the joy of reading? A sip of tea, a book of poems, and a bouquet of plum blossoms represent the joy of the world.
In the lazy winter, there is also the leisure of Lu You.
Have fun alone and be carefree!