The beautiful ancient poems describing the snow scene are as follows:
1. "Snow on the River"
Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds are flying across the mountains, and thousands of birds are flying. All traces of people are gone.
A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the cold snow.
2. "Night Snow"
Bai Juyi
I was surprised that the quilt was cold and the window was bright again.
I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
3. "Snowy Plum"
Lu Meipo
Plums without snow are not spiritual, but snow without poetry is vulgar.
The poem at dusk is full of snow all over the sky, and it is very spring when combined with plum blossoms.
4. "Snowy Plum"
Lu Meipo
The snow and plum blossoms refused to fall in spring, so Sao Renge spent money to comment on it.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
5. "After the Snow in the Mountains"
Zheng Xie
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 are not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
Beautiful passage about snow
A few snowflakes were flying in the sky, very happy, and slowly fell down. When I was about to fall to the ground, I grabbed the flying snowflakes with both hands. The snow fell on my hands and I felt a little cold, but seeing such pure and beautiful snow made me feel warm in my heart. Magical snowflakes sparkle in the sky and look very bright. The hexagonal snowflakes were shining silver, like little stars in the sky. I looked out the window and saw a small piece of snow falling down.
Some of them fell on the windowsill, like the white jade-like decorations on the windowsill. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of clear water, overflowing the window sill. Under this thick and deep sky, the spring snow flying all over the sky, gentle and thoughtful, gently kissed my cheek and gently slipped into my collar, bringing me the charm that has not changed for thousands of years. A ray of tenderness in spring.