Chun Xue.
Tang hanyu
The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.
Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
Chun Xue.
Tang Liu Fang Ping
The spring breeze is full of snow, floating around and everywhere.
Look at the people who enjoy the snow. They are all rich people living in Luoyang!
Chun Xue.
Tang Bai Juyi
Yuanhe was in Mao, in the spring and February of six years.
The moon is dark and cold, and it is cloudy and snowy at night.
Even after the night, I didn't rest.
As big as goose feathers and as dense as jade flakes.
Cold sells spring, gas turns to wind.
There is no grass in the forest, and Qujiang water is reunited.
Red dried apricot flowers die, green frozen poplar branches break.
Your pity is physical injury, not the pity of years.
God sometimes commands that the four orders are equal.
If the cold is abnormal, everything will die.
I think the sage means something, and Lu has his own theory.
I still remember that water doesn't turn into ice, or books don't kill frost.
The general will teach politics and religion and guard against evil.
How is the snow today? Now is not the season to believe in beauty.
Early spring in Jin Hongjun
Chun Xue.
Don Qin Taoyu
Clouds are heavy and cold, and empty thoughts are lonely. Jade dust is like a nest in Man Chun.
As soon as that piece landed, it sank slightly, so I couldn't help turning the pin.
Play tricks on others, make him jealous, and teach Xiao Meijiao by himself.
Who is drunk with rolling beads, the string tube hall is warm and easy to tune.
Yongchun snow
Don Wei Wu Ying
Pei returned to Xiaoxue's side, as if cherishing this sunny day.
If you don't realize the wind and flowers are cold, Meiliuchi will be late.
Chun Xue.
Tang jiaoyu
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.
Jin Hongjun Lv Xin
Chun Xue.
Tang jianxun
With the wind, it is growing, and it is particularly complicated to look at it.
The pavilion is frozen and sticky, and the short eaves are wet and the swallow nest is cold.
Listening to sleepless poems is refreshing, and eating wine moistens the lungs.
Modao is the medicine of mulberry and wheat, which is better than burning until the end of spring.
The first branch of Dongfeng Yongchun snow
Songshi Dazu
Clever Qin, stealing grass nails, the east wind wants to block the new warmth.
Pipa is hard to stay, but the letter is cold and shallow.
Look in the mirror, do it, relax and be soft.
Liao Jia, not rolling the curtain, missed the first double Yan.
The green is not over, and the willow looks back. The red one is about to break, and the apricot is flat.
The old tour recalls the mountains and shadows, and the thick alliance hinders the garden.
No matter how warm the cold stove is, it will slow down the sewing of spring shirts.
Afraid of phoenix boots, pick vegetables and come back in case we meet at Baqiao.
Nanxiangzi Chun Xue
Zhang songzi
Cui sleeve is afraid of the cold in spring.
For snow, it is best to be close to the colored diaphragm.
Weak bones and abundant muscles have infinite rhyme, relying on shoulders.
* * * Look at the jade pole in the south window.
Don't leave any residue in mutton wine.
I feel more attractive and drink more.
What does the little demon look like? In front of the wind.
Liu is looking at peony.
Jin Hongjun Yingchun
Nian Nujiao Chun Xue's Orchid Singing Method
Chen Ming Zi Long
What do you mean by asking heaven? Spring is deep and quiet, and it snows thousands of miles in Longshan.
After Xie Pei-Lin Bo disappeared, he talked about Zhi Zhu Palace Que again.
It is slightly smoky in Chu and cold in Xiangtan, and it is expected to climb.
Laugh in the valley, only listen to the cry.
There was a breeze that day, and a few roots were exposed, and the hands were divided into flowers and leaves.
Once in the sleeves of many feelings, a wisp of a heart and a thousand knots.
Jade wrist incense pin, cloud cover, empty gold jump off.
On the banks of the Robin River, looking for fragrance and looking forward to the festival.
Sentences related to Chun Xue:
1, spring, snow, snow like catkins, snow like reeds, snow like dandelions flying in the air, dancing with the wind.
Spring has come, and the snow is still pure. Just like our pure hearts, we can see the great truth, goodness and beauty. The poet Han Yu once wrote: "Snow White has no time for spring, so it is a flying flower." Doesn't this clearly show that Snow White has the quality of self-sacrifice and fearless spirit?
In the mountain village in spring, it is very quiet at night, only hearing the sound of falling snow and occasionally creaking, and the dead branches of trees are crushed by snow.
Spring came quietly, and the snow all over the mountains covered the earth like a white headscarf on the fairy's head.
It has been snowing quietly all night, and it is already a world of white snow wrapped in silver. The mountain has been covered with snow. Under the snow, flowers and trees are dreaming of happiness and spring. They wore colorful flowered skirts and danced in groups under the blue sky. Dreaming of summer, they are full of delicious peaches and apricots, dancing with harvest in the sun. The wide road has been paved with a long white carpet, so pure and crystal clear, it seems that people can't bear to step on it. The roof is covered with snow, like wearing a silver snow hat and like a fairy tale castle.
6. The snow on the top of the mountain is not melted, such as Baiyin Palace Que; On the sunny mountain, milky white smoke permeates the air, evaporates and gathers into clouds. A few white clouds, half embedded in the sky, half stuck on the mountain peak, like angels, covered with ice curtains, instead of crowning the mountain.
Looking up, the old tung tree, which was once bare by the north wind, is now full of clusters of silver flowers. Against the brown and black trunk, it looks more pure and flawless. It snowed and the sky turned silver. Tall pine trees on both sides of the road, like white pompoms, blend with bare patches of green, adding a bit of fairy tale color to the world.
8. Heavy snow is falling one after another, and heaven and earth are connected together, and it is white, and it is impossible to tell which is heaven and which is earth. Pieces of glittering and translucent white snowflakes floated down from the cloudy sky. Flying snowflakes are flying all over the sky with the rustling cold wind, like soft catkins and goose feathers, roaming in the vast sky.
9, snow, or non-stop, like pearls, crystal clear, like goose feathers, swirl, like the elves in the sky, naughty and lovely, like catkins, falling from the sky.
10, what appears in front of us is the snow scene in the mountains in spring. Look at the white black belt-like stream at the bottom of the world. The branches in the Woods are interlaced with the delicate tones of snow, and the branches of conifers that are shivering from time to time under the pressure of snow have undoubtedly brought us into a paradise wrapped in silver and full of romance. Occasionally, there will be a fresh and a little cold wind. Make this mountain, this tree and this snow a bit mysterious.
1 1, Snow Fairy, you always come quietly and go in a hurry. You left beautiful little snowflakes on the earth, bringing warmth to crops. You are so pure and selfless, I praise your noble character from the bottom of my heart.
12, she seems to be a fairy in a white dress. Wherever she dresses up, the snowy plain is as quiet as a virgin, the snowy peaks are cold and tall, the Yushu Qionghua is in full bloom, and the air is particularly gentle. Under her gentle comfort, all the restlessness began to subside, and the earth was quiet and peaceful, just like a baby sleeping in its mother's arms. In this world of silver makeup, this dazzling whiteness eclipses the sky. In this quiet white, what impetuous worries are we unable to let go?
13, the snow at dusk seems to be inextricably linked with emotions. It is as turbulent as sea water and can drown everything. There are thousands of snowflakes, glittering and translucent, some hexagonal, some thin and some big. The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and only a piece of silver can be seen, as if the whole world were wrapped in silver.
14. Snowflakes fall in the fields and cover the wheat with a thick quilt, so that they can spend a comfortable winter under the quilt. Looking at the dazzling white in the farmland, you will definitely think of the scene of bumper harvest next spring, and people's faces are rippling with smiles, which can be said to be "sleeping with steamed buns in the coming year"!
15, the snow is really cold, so cold, I have never felt so lonely at the moment. It seems that I am standing in a corner abandoned by the world, as if I were a ronin abandoned by the world.
16, it snowed, and pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.
17, Snow, a white elf flying from a distant country? Is it white fluff falling from an angel's wings? Or the white quilt specially prepared by Yan Chun for the earth? Yes, snow, like reed flowers; Like cotton wool; Like dandelion's fluffy seeds. She is on cloud nine, she is full of enthusiasm, and she is graceful.
18, in this heavy and deep sky, Chun Xue flying all over the sky, gentle and quiet, thoughtful, thoughtful, gently kissed my cheek and slipped into my collar. The eternal charming face brings me a ray of tenderness in spring.
19, in a short time, the trees, roofs, flowers and grass were covered with snowflakes, and the world turned white. I excitedly followed the crowd to the playground. I stretched out my hand and looked up. I saw snowflakes flying all over the sky, and I heard bursts of laughter from my classmates from time to time. I am standing under a big bare tree, which has taken off its old green clothes and put on the snowflake that Grandpa Chun gave me. It really is: "Like the spring breeze, it blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." I looked up, and the baby snowflakes fell in succession, gently kissing our little red face, cool. At this moment, I wonder who threw a snowball into my neck.
20, Haruka, cold wind bleak, standing in the snow looking forward to your little steps, waiting for a good smile. Listen, the snow falls on the branches of plum trees, and the proud plum trees smile in the snow. Do you feel a little relieved?