The beginning of ten beautiful poems in winter

In ordinary daily life, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of poems, which can make people naturally moved by language. What kind of poem is a good poem? The following are ten beautiful beginning of winter poems that I have carefully arranged, hoping to help you.

The day before Yu Yan Pavilion beginning of winter.

Songeshotti

Chongyang has planted chrysanthemums and autumn frost.

Don't say that the wind will blow tomorrow, and people will be heartbroken.

Songs of Hino laity in beginning of winter

Song Shiwen Jun.

Don't be afraid to sing, the scenery can be copied.

Tianshui is clear, and autumn and winter begin.

Drink all the rainbow to eliminate the sea music, and the geese go down to the pond.

When you go home, you must bring the moon, and the pine door knocks at night.

Spend a winter night on the boat.

Fan Song Chengda

People get older every year, and the cold is accompanied by rain.

Look at the firewood at the top of the mountain and the fishing lights at the bottom of the water.

There are thousands of waves and shadows, and there are few edges in the sand marks.

If Emei wants to see it again, it must stay until dawn.

Beginning of winter Houfengyu

Liu Song Chang

The cold rain is about to turn into snow, and the high wind drives the clouds.

Time flies with the noise, blowing shovel one after another.

This is heaven and earth, and it keeps burning stones.

We martens would rather hate one person and divide our eyes equally.

The beginning of winter's later work

Song tanggeng

I have no thoughts outside, and I am old-fashioned in my later years.

In Koharu, windows should be repaired in cold weather, and gardens should be hoed.

Doubtful letter consumption, long spread by mail.

North-South exchanges, what do you want to ask.

Beginning of Winter

Qing Liu Yi

All the trees are dying, and the gloomy scenery comes into your eyes.

There are only three months in a year, and the fourth order is thrilling.

Frost and snow have the power to respond to national humiliation, and mountains and rivers are colorless and shameful.

Pity, I'm in a hurry, and plum blossoms are coming from Lingtou.