What are the poems about the light snow solar terms?

0 1 1, couples with huaiyang disease courtship, guest sleeve cream candle plate. Build by laying bricks or stones pear a pile of snow, who depends on the pole next year.

2, a painting of the corner door, half-time crescent dusk, Li Xueshan front waterfront. Bamboo fence and the hut in the fence, in an obscure village, are quiet and harmonious.

3. There are some plums in the corner, and Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a small fire in the red mud. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

5. Xue Mei refused to surrender for Chun, and the Poets' Hall made a comment on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.

6. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

7. The ice of Tianjin Bridge freezes early, and pedestrians in Luoyang are strangers. Yuliu Qingxi is idle, and the snow in Songshan Mountain can be seen directly in the moonlight.

8. The heavy snow is loose and loose. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.

9. The wind blows the horn bow, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying. Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.

10, the mountain is a journey and the water is a journey. I want to go to Guan Yu. Night light. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in my hometown.

1 1, in October in eastern Mongolia, the north wind lingers, the weather is sunny, and the frost rains. Seagulls and chickens sing in the morning, geese fly south, storks lurk, and bears live in caves. The money stopped and the crops were harvested. Set the whole journey and connect with the merchants. Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.

12, Candle dragon is cold and the lights are still on. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind came up angrily. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.

13, Xiaoxue Chu Qing, painting the bright moon, staying up all night. Read Cui Huan's double shrug, dance clothes and half a roll, pipa shoot sharply, and promote the danger of reasoning. Although the hidden meaning exists, it is difficult to be happy and send me away from love and sadness. In the memorial site, Naixiqiao Road is narrow and there is no plan to stay.

14, Jiazi pushes a snowy day, and the thorns are still green. Hehe has been ploughing for a long time, and Yanzhou is rainy and dew.

15, wandering in the evil wind, the end of the world is too close. I haven't got it yet. I can leave the stone for the time being. The pavilion is quiet, lingering and the journey is long. In the north of Kongtong Mountain, I have long wanted to make a hill out of jade.

16, the light snow has cleared, the reed leaves are dark, and the long wave suddenly screams. Lonely boat-spend the night in running water and watch the moon set on hills and streams.

17, light snow and fine sand are not used as mud, and the curtain is sparse and sunny. Years have been accompanied by plum shoots late, and spring scenery returns from the grass first.

18, Zheng Xifu, tried the new stove to cook tea alone. Hedgehog chrysanthemums are all covered with water, and Saihong flies to the distant sunset. Lonely light snow, mottled light cream on the temples. Don't wish Cang Hua a poem when you are helpless.

19, after a long rain, before a light snow. Pick up paid servants, sell vegetables and dig boats. Porridge porridge for the whole family, an empty bed is a blanket. I still have to pay, but my name has to be passed on.

20. After ploughing in my hometown, I am old. When I opened the door, there were no guests. There was a story about a monk. Suddenly, your body is like a dream, like a lifetime ago. It will be a light snow ride and a night cruise to Tanxi.