It cleared up after the snow.
Timely snow indicates a good harvest.
It's sunny when it snows, cold before frost and cold after snow.
Don't be cold when it snows.
It is a good year to have heavy snow in winter.
Three whites in winter is a good year.
Heavy snow indicates a good year, and it won't snow.
There are three days of snow in winter, and ten years of human feelings are abundant.
Sister Xue has stayed for a long time and will have a good harvest next year.
It's snowing heavily this year, and the harvest will be good next year.
It takes three feet of snow in Jiangnan, and ten years of rice road is rich.
Winter snow will wipe out grass on all sides, and there will be more fertilizers and less pests in the coming year.
Adding to the ice, the pests will be swept away next year.
Fog and rain in spring, fog and heat in summer, fog and cool wind in autumn and fog and snow in winter.
Everyone sweeps his own snow, but he doesn't care if others frost it.
Si Nuo's famous sentence:
1. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. (Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow")
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Military Services")
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai: "Difficult to Go")
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. (Du Fu: "Jueju")
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. (Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")
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I like the spring with flowers and birds, the lush summer and the fruitful autumn, but I prefer the snowy winter.
Miss Winter left her mother-in-law's class in a hurry and came to the world with a gift to nature.
In early winter, it was a beautiful and noble princess who waved her magical veil and sent a piece of snow.
Look! Small snow grains, like sugar, fluttered in the air, not in a hurry to land, as if reluctant to leave the sky. They quietly jumped into the collars of pedestrians and disappeared silently. Then, pieces of small snowflakes are as light as smoke, as clean as jade, as white as silver, fluttering down from the sky and kissing the earth after a long separation. Slowly, slowly, the little snowflake becomes bigger, thicker and denser, just like someone shakes Yushu Qionghua hard, and white petals fall down one after another; Later, it snowed harder and harder. Little snowflakes pulled me in mid-air. You hugged me and I hugged you, falling from the sky like countless torn cotton balls. At this time, the whole world is on the verge of confusion and beauty.
Get up in the morning, it's foggy in winter. After the fog cleared, a wonderful scene appeared immediately: thick frost condensed on the needles of pine trees, like a white autumn chrysanthemum; Fallen leaves are covered with white snow, just like white jade trees; The weeping willows are wrapped in silver, and the bushes are surrounded by white coral bushes, which is puzzling and is in a fairy tale world.
The trees along the road are covered with silver flowers, which are furry and thicker than before. The buildings shine with dazzling Yin Hui like Joan's hug. The path is like a white carpet, and a painter who seems to have wonderful hands painted a white and pure pattern for the earth.
Snow, with its pure soul, moving beauty and magical changes, has won the love of many literati and left tens of thousands of eternal songs. It is really "Mei has no snow and no spirit, and snow has no poetry." "Sunset poetry snows all day, making ten springs with plum." Liu Zongyuan said, "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat with a leaf, a bamboo coat, fishing alone in Jiang Xue "once showed a quiet scenery in front of people!
Snow, still falling, snowflakes in the air, like white butterflies flapping their wings, gently floating ~ ~ ~