江雪
Tang Dynasty·Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.
A man in a lone boat with a coir raincoat fishing fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Song of Saixia
Tang·Lulun
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and Shan Yu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.
Moving in Jingxi at Night
Tang Dynasty·Chen Yu
The light snow has cleared and the reed leaves are dark, and the long waves suddenly rush and the cranes hiss.
I stayed in a boat on the flowing water all night, watching the moon set on the mountain top and set on the stream.
Xiao Xue
Tang·Dai Shulun
I never tire of seeing the snow and flowers in the wind, and I am willing to miss more of them in the forest.
The sad man is under the book window, and there is a sudden cold.
The Book of Songs·I have gone to collect the weeds in the past, and the willows are still there. Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing. The journey is slow and full of thirst and hunger. My heart is sad, but I don’t know how sad I am! In the middle of the twelfth month of the Guimao year, Zuo and his younger brother Tao Yuanming of Jingyuan Jin Dynasty went to bed under Hengmen, and Miao was isolated from the world. No one knows that the Jing Fei is always closed during the day. The wind is desolate at the end of the year, and the snow is falling all day long. There is no sound in my ears, and my eyes are clear. The energy invades the lapels and sleeves, and the baskets and ladles are used repeatedly. In the desolate sky, there is nothing to be happy about! After reading the books for thousands of years, I always see the legacy. The high level is beyond reach, and it is too absurd to be too stubborn. Pingjin can't help it, but it's clumsy to live late! The message is beyond words, who can say goodbye to this? Ask Liu Jiu Tang·Bai Juyi Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Stove. It's snowing tonight, can I have a drink? Liu Changqing, the owner of Tang Dynasty, stayed at Furong Mountain during the snow. At dusk, the Cangshan Mountain was far away, and the weather was cold and the white house was poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night.
Quatrains about a play on a snowy day
Zhang Deng of the Tang Dynasty
On a snowy day, the thorns are as green as hibiscus flowers.
The harmonious growth never stops, but the rain and dew in Yanzhou are partial.
Towards the Snow
Tang Gao Pian
When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches.
Now I can go up to a tall building and look out, covering all the evil roads in the world.
He worked with Xiao Langzhong Xiaoxue on the day
Tang·Xu Xuan
Zheng Xifuli, the sun was setting in the west, and he tried a new furnace to make tea by himself.
The chrysanthemums on the fence are all low and cover the water, and the sails fly away to reach the clouds.
The lonely light snow passes by leisurely, and the light frost is mottled on the temples.
Don’t write poems to Cang Hua in this fleeting time.
Books after the light snow
Tang Dynasty·Lu Guimeng
There have been light snow days frequently, and the cold weather in the south of the Yangtze River has not changed.
Fengting still remembers seeing others farewell, but Mailong should be indebted to the pheasant for his sleep.
Moreover, it is planned to be close to the water. Occasionally, I go to the village for medicine.
The neighbors comfort each other, indicating that next year will be the year of Ren.
Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da
Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the white sun, the north wind blowing wild geese and snow.
Don’t worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
Liu Fei fluttered and felt sorry for himself. He left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years.
My husband is poor and lowly, so there is no money for drinks when we meet today.
Little snow
Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty
In the diffuse wind, the horizon cannot be collected.
Pressing the pine will not get it, but throwing the stone will keep it for the time being.
The quiet pavilion lingers in my thoughts, and the long journey soothes my worries.
To the north of Kongtong Mountain, I have long wanted to build a jade-shaped hill.
Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital
Tang·Cen Shen
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Read five poems with secondary rhyme and snow in Meishan Collection
Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty
If there are crows at the end of the night, the frozen thunder will close the Xiang chariot.
The clouds are suddenly scattered through the sieve into crumbs, and the water is cut into pieces like flowers.
Holding a broom can bring pity to the North and South Lanes, holding a cup can bring happiness to two or three families.
The children are teased and teased, and their hands are crossed.
The goddess has a green waist and a crow in a bun, hiding in the clouds alone.
There are often many luminous lamps in the night, and white flowers are scattered one after another.
Beads, nets, and wings are connected to the wing seats, and Yaochi Miao fills Ahuan's house.
Silver is a common sight in palace palaces. How can it be that all the gods are guarding Yaksha?
Huishi's words are as black as crows, and the silence of this machine fills five carriages.
If the light is easy to hide, it will never be stained, and it can be imagined as having no flowers.
It is better to know where to look than to see a blank slate. It is doubtful that a writer has a green waist.
Hui Ke endures the cold and realizes it is too late. Who will cross his Shaolin hand for?
Send a message to the three-legged Ahuan crow and inquire about the green-waisted little parking car.
One by one, Zhao Ji Ning has his own species, and they are all confused about who they are spending their money on.
Zhengyan is afraid of falling into the hands of Concubine Jiang, and she is suspicious of Sister Lianyue's family.
Not long after I had long hated Yu Yanchun, I showed myself to be Jun Cha when I was drawing pictures.
The slightly slender female slave girl is playing with the crow, and her lips are soft and soft.
When the calendar is chaotic, bury ice and rub millet, and when you are depressed, add water and round flowers.
How can Cui Meng really look for me and sleep alone with a snail?
If you want to pick up a green waist, you still don't dare to do it, you just need to be brave enough to write poems.
Two poems written on the wall of the north platform after snow
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The rain is still falling at dusk, but the night is quiet and windless.
But I feel like my quilt is splashed with water, and I don’t know that salt has been piled up in the courtyard.
At five o'clock, the color of dawn comes to the book cover, and the cold sound falls on the painted eaves in the middle of the night.
Try scanning Beitai to see the horse’s ears, but they don’t have double tips.
On the first day of the city, there were crows, and there were no cars on the clear mud on the road.
In the freezing jade building, millet rises in the cold, and the light shakes the silvery sea, and flowers bloom in the eyes.
The locusts that have entered the ground should be thousands of feet long, and there are several locusts in Lianyun.
Old illness makes me sigh, and my poetry power fades away. I chant icicles in the air to recall Liu Cha.
Light snow
Song Dynasty·Shi Shanzhen
The dark clouds have begun to turn into sleet, and the whirling smell of sours is sprinkled on the windows.
The most worrying thing is the barking of the dogs from the north and the south, and the fear of the north wind flying away.
The dream brocade is good enough to cut good sentences, and the hair on the sideburns is good enough to weave cold clothes.
It’s hard to hold on to sleep in front of the stove, so I call up the plum blossoms to relieve the siege.