Original text:
Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.
Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.
Early in the morning, the childish child held the ice frozen in the plate at night in his hand. With a tap, the ice will make a sound through the forest. When the viewer is addicted to the noise of crossing the forest, he suddenly hears another sound-ice will fall to the ground and make a sound like broken glass.
2. "Cold Dew in the Jade Bowl of Huanxisha" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Original text:
The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers.
The jade bowl in the boudoir is full of ice, and the condensed water drops around the bowl will drip down. Beauty powder and sweat melt slightly, revealing a fragrant and white body through a thin gauze dress; The delicate face with light makeup in the evening is better than the rich lotus flower.
3. "The deep ice at four o'clock midnight is three feet thick" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Anonymous.
Original text:
The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles.
My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?
The water in the deep pool has frozen three feet thick, and snow has covered thousands of miles of land. In spite of this cold, my heart is still as firm as pine and cypress. What is your heart like?
4. "Linjiang Fairy, Winter Night, Ice and Ice Together" Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Original text:
The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall.
Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging.
It's very cold at night in winter, and the wells are frozen. The bright moonlight shone into the tent through the gorgeous room, and the blue light flashed, reflecting the sad maid. The wick was almost burned out, and rouge powder and tears trickled down.
5, "Youth Tour Yuhu Ice Eagle Beast Furnace Ash" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
Original text:
Jade pot ice jade beast furnace ash. People began to embroider curtains.
Spring bushes bloom at night, and don't wait for scissors to rush them.
There is a layer of bright and transparent ice in the jade pot, and the spices in the animal-shaped incense burner have been burned to ashes. I opened the embroidered curtain and looked out of the window, only to find that a heavy snow at night made the trees and flowers crystal clear, and no scissors were needed to cut them.
2. The poem describing ice is 1. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are gloomy. Wan Li is condensed from the poem Bai Xuege Farewell to Wu Gui. The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is overcast.
2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 3. Snow is as dark as Hu Sha and as bright as ice, which comes from Lu's Song of Rain and Snow.
The ice on the border shines like the bright moon in that hometown. The snow is full of flowers and lace is like snow. It's from Lu's Plum Blossoms Falling in the Dynasty. The snowy place looks full of white plum blossoms, and the edge of the plum blossoms seems to have fallen with a layer of snow.
5. Rain embellishes the bamboo in front of the window, and the plum in the garden comes from Zhang Jiuling's "Snow in beginning of spring from Morning". Tang Dynasty translation: Snow is as white as jade, infiltrating the green winter bamboo in front of the window; The snowflakes hanging on the plum branches in the yard are as crystal white as blooming plum blossoms.
3. Poetry about Winter Rain 5. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallow in the breeze. "Two poems on water sill, the first part"
6. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
7. "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" Author: Du Mu
8. It's hard to get rid of the old days. The heart is like a double screen with Qian Qian knots inside. After nightfall, the east window is not white, and the solitary light goes out. Song Zhang Xian's "Thousand Years"
9. The long road should be sad for the Spring Festival Evening, accompanied by the interval of late night and short dreams.
10. There are no birds in the hundred mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
1 1. "Biedongda" is a thousand miles high. In Huang Yun, it's a daytime, and the north wind is blowing with goose feathers and heavy snow. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
12. The wind dispersed and the rain fell, and birds sang in March.
13. Win the day and find the fragrance of Surabaya.
14. Dancing in the pavilion and singing on the platform, the wind always blows away.
15. The dark clouds turned over the ink and didn't cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped off the boat. -"June 27th"
4. The poem 1 describes the winter rain and the winter rain in Yu Meiren.
After a day of rain, I am independent and have no mood.
With the willows in the lake, I remembered the small lotus pond that day.
How many years of life, one winter,
How to avoid breaking the east wind? Several azaleas adorn the rain.
Pearl curtain caresses the balcony,
Qianshan brought drunkenness. Winter rain
In the depressed, busy and confused days.
So you are ushered in-the change of seasons.
A fallen leaf, a burst.
A heavy chill.
And the hazy haze that inspires infinite melancholy.
Walking on the wet grass covered with dead leaves
I'm experiencing a long-lost experience
Sweetness immersed in loneliness and silence
Winter rain, wet breath scattered between heaven and earth.
Reminds me of a song when I was a teenager.
How many times have I experienced bright polishing after that intoxication?
Just like this foot
Slightly wet leaves rolled and gasped at the urging of footsteps.
I try my best to accomplish the mission of this nation with words.
Be careful.
Don't let the dust of the times disturb and hinder you.
Winter rain, after winter rain, dusk falls gently.
I am immersed in the darkness of the beautiful world.
Feel all that this cool season brings.
The warmth of past memories
The banana sobbed constantly,
Hold a lotus leaf by the roadside.
That poem about the snow at night in winter was all frozen, and I sang the cold more seriously. At midnight, leaning against Qiao Song, I don't feel covered with snow. Liu Jia's "Singing in Bitter Cold"
I don't know if the court will collapse today, but I suspect it was Lin bloom's last night. Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden
Only then did I see that the top of the ridge was covered with clouds and the rocks were shaken by snow. There are thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, and thousands of trees and pineapples are covered with clouds. Qin Xue by Yuan Zhen
It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Li Bai's satirizing Xiangyang Wang's refusal to drink
The wind scares the bamboo, and the snow covers the mountains. Wang Wei's Winter Night Memories of Hu Jushi's Home
Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost bears knots. Han Yuefu's ancient poet is Jiao Zhongqing's wife.
The cold weather urges the days to be short, and the wind and waves are calm. Du Fu's "Homesickness of Public Security"
Mountains and rivers are not thousands of miles away from jathyapple, and there is no selflessness in the world. Geng's Snow
Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches. Gao Pian's On Snow
At dusk, dancing snow returns to the air. Du Fu's On Snow
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad. Xie Lingyun in Southern Song Dynasty
At the end of the year, it snowed in the sun in hentai. I don't want to hear anything, but it is clean in my eyes. Tao Jin Yuanming's Mid-December Work Old and Stay Away from My Brother.
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, but there are no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man are fishing in the cold river-Xue Liu Zongyuan, Jiang Xue.
The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be simulated, but it is not like catkins rising with the wind. Xie Jin Daoyun's "Snow Poems"
First frost was in rags, and his fingers could not be tied straight. Du Fu's "From Beijing to Fengxian, Reciting 500 Words"
Who cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? Two Li Hua Poems by Han Yu
The underwater sound is swallowed up by the ice, and the sand road in the snow is flat. Liu Changqing's "Appreciating the Cold in Zhang Xia on the Way to Visit the State on a Snowy Night"
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day. Meng Jiao's Bitter Cold
Deep streams are uncomfortable with snow, and mountains are frozen and cloudless. Sheng's Looking at Snow
In the sunset, bamboo scattered and snow scattered in the mountains. Han Yi, "Chu's main book will be finished, and money will be sent to foreign ministers to make kings".
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Li Shangyin's Two Snow Poems
Why can't you see Yangchun when it's not cold in winter? Lu Wen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting
Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats, blowing down XuanYuanTai. Li Bai's Popular North
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear. Li Bai returned to Laoshan in winter.
I was so surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. Bai Juyi's Snow at Night
It's raining and snowing. When you see it, it disappears. The Book of Songs, Xiaoya Jiaogong.
Clouds and gulls dance more, and geese fly against the wind. Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter Night"
6. Poem about Winter Rain 1, Yu Meiren Listening to Rain by Jie Jiang in Song Dynasty;
Teenagers listen to the rain and sing upstairs. The red candle is weak.
Listening to the rain on the boat in the prime of life. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk Lu. The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless. Before the next step, drop by drop until dawn.
Interpretation: When I was young, listening to the rain on the rostrum, the red candle lit up, and under the dim light, the account was bright. Middle-aged people, on a boat in a foreign country, are watching the drizzle, the vast river, the water and the sky, the west wind, and a lonely goose that has lost its flock moans.
Now, people are old, with white hair on their temples, and they are alone at the monk's house, listening to the drizzle. The experience of life's joys and sorrows is ruthless, so let the rain drop by drop on the steps until dawn.
2. The Rain in the Mountain Village by Wang Jian in the Tang Dynasty:
One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.
Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.
Interpretation: There is a crow in the rain, and there are just one or two families in the mountain village. On the village road above Zhuxi, a slab bridge is oblique. Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law call each other and choose silkworm eggs together. Only gardenias are in bloom, swaying in the courtyard alone.
3, five generations of Li Yu "crow at night, the wind and rain last night":
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.
The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Commentary: Last night, it was stormy, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There was an annoying sound of wind and rain outside the window, which rang all night. There are few candles left, and the water in the pot leaks out. I kept getting up and leaning on the pillow many times.
Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady. Everything in the world, like running water, is gone forever. When I think about my life, it's like having a big dream. The once prosperous life is gone forever. The road leading to the hometown of leading a drunken life and dreaming of death is smooth and there is no sorrow. You can go often, but you can't go anywhere else.
4. Qing Ping Le Yu Qing Yan Ye by Feng Yansi in the Five Dynasties;
Rain is fine and smoke is late. The green water and the new pool are full.
Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.
Zhu Lan alone at dusk. The southwest crescent is arched.
Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.
Interpretation: After the rain in Chu Qing, light smoke filled the dusk, and green spring water filled the new pool. Shuangyanfei returned to the courtyard where the willows hung low, and the curtains in the attic were rolled up high. At dusk, leaning on bamboo pillars alone, there is a crescent moon in the southwest sky. The fallen flowers on the steps danced with the wind, and Luo Yi was particularly cold.
5. Su Shi's "Liang Zhu Yu Shu Jing Splashing Fire" in Song Dynasty:
The rain is thin and the fire is splashing. The swing in the alley is still unclear.
Apricot buds are fragrant and broken. Pink and faded white rouge.
Bitterness is frustrated by emotion. Sick and tired, as muddy as a year.
Around the cloister, sitting alone. Moon cage cloud dark heavy door lock.
Commentary: After a peach blossom rain, there was sleet scattered. Before Tomb-Sweeping Day arrived, the swing in the community began to swing. A flower on the top of the apricot is blooming, and the reddish flower is picked and turned into a white flower, as if it had been soaked in rouge gouache.
Suffering from the pain of each other's affection, I feel depressed, as if I had spent a year. Husband and wife run all over the corridor and sit alone in the cloister. It was midnight when I locked the door in the dark.