Poetry about the blue sky in winter 1. Poems praising the blue sky
1, everything in Yangchun Budeze is brilliant. -Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs"
2. Spring Garden can't be closed. -Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
3, three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river plumbing duck prophet. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
4. The water level of Gushan Temple is low in Jiating West in the north. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I like lakes that don't travel eastward. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
5. Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang "Fishing Songs"
Spring came before I knew it, and birds sang everywhere around me. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
7, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. -Du Fu's quatrains
8. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi"
9. The grass color is like water in February and March in Yangchun. -Jin Yuefu's ancient poem "Yu Zhu"
10, Shi Chunyang and Fang Qi. -"The Biography of Qin Shihuang"
1 1, Xiuyan Gaobaiyuntan, Lvye, Spring Festival Gala. -Xie Lingyun in Southern Song Dynasty "Entering Peng Li Hukou"
12, Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. -Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
13, the boundless grassland comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection. -Tang Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass
14, spring wind, daytime fragrance. -Three pieces of the ancient Yuefu poem "Jinbaiqi Dance".
15, winning the day to find the fragrance of water and shore, the boundless scene is new for a while. -Zhu's Spring Day
16, the dark snow mountain in Changyun, Qinghai, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. -Wang Changling's "Join the Army"
17, the midnight bell reminds me of sleep, which seems to be a wife's short message love. The full moon is expected to miss the tears, and Chen Chong wakes up with lingering memories. -Missing.
18. The willow in the pond spring grass garden turned into a songbird. -Xie Lingyun's Climbing the Pool Upstairs in Southern Song Dynasty
19, Weicheng light dusty rainy city, guest house green willow. -Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
2. Poems praising the blue sky
sky
If only I were a pigeon.
Then you can hug the sky.
Although birds can't leave traces in the sky
But I like the blue sky.
What was blue ten years ago is still blue ten years later.
Is a paradise that will not be lost by time.
The sky in March is an illusory and melancholy cloud.
Heavy, deep and dark
The weight of the clouds is slowly gathering.
As eternal darkness as my silent heart.
The sky in March is a mass of gray tears.
Deep vertical pressure and darkness
The capacity of the cloud is rising.
The sky is as tearful as my heavy heart.
The sky in July is light and thin.
The autumn sunset is always so tired and slow.
But ditches and fences gradually fell into dusk.
The breeze, like tears, has gone to blowing in the wind.
The sky in July is sweet, lonely and calm.
This is a season without weight and texture.
The beauty of the earth and the depth of the sky
This is really a fantastic paradise.
Under clouds and sky.
The girl on the bike trembled like a swallow spreading its wings in the sky.
The flying swallows gradually merged with the sky.
I stared at the wishes under the sky.
Swallow, please do your best, and the vastness of the sky will belong to you.
Swallow, my wishes to you will never condense like water freezes.
But like a stone turned into sand, it fluttered under the same sky.
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It was blue ten years ago.
sky
Ten years later, it is still blue.
Travel under the blue sky/profound meaning.
You are my dream stage to travel all over Qian Shan.
Blue blue head is the Champs Elysé es, where I sing softly and dance lightly.
Three rivers are drunk, and seven mountains are foggy, which makes your heart soft.
Always holding hands and dancing wildly towards infatuation.
You are the magical butterfly valley I created for a long time.
Colorful is my impulse to release mountain flowers, causing the illusion of the stream to bewitch.
Spring flowers and autumn moon, summer water and winter snow rise in your Yuan Ye.
I rest on your soul, savoring the incomparable beauty day and night.
The heartstrings of fire lit the snow lotus that had been waiting for thousands of years in heaven.
My eternal frozen jade pond has made charming waves.
Turn me into fog, rain, frost, snow and glaciers.
Change the rhythm, timbre and season with your dance steps in your blue blue.
Let me listen to the guidance of the sun and cry forever in your distant land.
Let you walk out of the dust with the blush on my cheeks and indulge in your vastness.
I wrote poetry into the blue sky, and I embraced the soil of poetry for 30 years.
And the fragrance of volatile soil in poetry
Spring is at my feet.
Step into the green mountains and green waters, the blue sun,
Butterflies dancing at my ankles are wrapped in the songs of birds.
Fragrant flowers and charming sleeves
Wave gracefully.
Just stretch Baiyun's ears.
The river snickered at the blue sky.
The crimson peach blossom is reading the secret of March.
Baa baa sheep
Eating the sunshine in the sky
The boy's hand is still asleep in the whip.
The awakened moon
Stretch
Night becomes the password of youth.
Sheep have become memories of resumes.
Whip the squad to refute the vicissitudes of life
Will the blue sky wake up?
The stars are shining with mysterious eyes.
Snowflakes fall off the skin in winter.
With the temperature you whisper
From the teenager's brow trance.
3. Poetry describing winter
Best of all, it snowed a little.
You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky.
On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red.
It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those mountains are too fragile. Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat.
The autumn when the crops were harvested was sent away, and the snowy winter finally arrived. It's snowing, and pieces of snowflakes are falling from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.
It's warm in spring, warm in summer and quiet in autumn. What about winter? It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water.
I want to touch this strange fog, but it runs around like a naughty child for a while ... The cold wind growls with its thick fingers, grabs the hair of pedestrians wantonly, and stings the skin of pedestrians like needles. Pedestrians have no choice but to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly.
But the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to forge ahead. Shops in the street opened one after another.
I didn't have the heart to appreciate the dazzling array of goods, and I didn't have the heart to taste the mouth-watering food, so I stepped up and went to school to find that winter morning. As the sun rises, the gray fog seems to be rolling all the time. I vaguely see the heads on the playground: one, two, three ... The playground is getting more and more lively.
Look, here comes an old teacher and several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher smiled and nodded ... there are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.
Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
As soon as autumn is over, winter will come. Winter is the coldest season among the four seasons.
Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero.
Sleeping in bed at night, I heard the wind whistling outside, like a tiger roaring. The strong wind banged the windows of my house, which made it difficult for the old man to sleep.
The noise is loud enough to wake the sleeping people. I also couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze.
When I get up in the morning, I go outside the house. The wind is still blowing, and it doesn't mean to decrease at all. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up.
I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body.
At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, cotton-padded clothes, down jackets, scarves and hats ... but some people still said, "cold, cold!" " It was already so cold before winter came. If winter really comes, I wonder how cold it will be! It may freeze people to death. I always feel bored at home alone, so I go out for a walk with my grandmother. Out of the door, I couldn't help taking a breath of the air after the rain. The air is so fresh.
I saw that the thorns that bloomed brilliantly last week were frightened by the cold wind, and the thorns of wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. As soon as I pressed it, it fell, and so did the pink petals. On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell on it and turned into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain.
Walking on Wu Tong Road, the ground is full of Wu Tong leaves, and the north wind is blowing. They scampered into the road like a group of naughty and lovely little people, and the north wind scampered around in my clothes. Several cypress trees beside the 576 station are still standing without fear. They are so strong and straight.
There are several chrysanthemums beside the school gate, which seems to add some vitality to the deserted campus. Several children are playing by the pool on campus, and the old people are sitting by the pool in groups of three, talking about the past and the present.
The waves rippled, reflecting the surrounding lights.
Who can help me write some poems about winter?
Winter afternoon
(a few meters)
Only when the leaves disappear in winter,
You can lie on the soft leaves,
See a whole blue sky and white clouds,
Only in this way can we spend an afternoon without cicadas and noisy insects.
Get some sunshine and daydream.
Winter poem
Robert burrell
The trembling wings of ants in winter
Waiting for the cold winter to end.
I love you in a slow and stupid way,
Hardly speak, just a few words.
What makes us hide our lives?
A wound, a wind, a word, a cause.
We sometimes wait helplessly,
Clumsily speaking, not all of them are not cured.
When we hide a wound, we learn from a person
Back to a life with a shell.
Now we touch the ant's hard chest,
Crust. That silent tongue.
This must be the way of ants.
The way of ants in winter, those
The way injured people want to live:
Breathe, feel others, wait.
5. Describe modern winter poetry
Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet, rare, the fire is so warm, even more rare, silent relative, a pair of lonely souls!
No need to camp, no need to comment, no need to be arrogant, no need to be suspicious, no need to hate, just sit quietly in front of a fire and silently count the further alleys.
Take a sip of white water, my friend, and moisten your chapped lips; My friend, if you add a few pieces of coal, a red flame will appreciate your hospitality.
In the cold winter night, friends, people know how to cherish the rare furnace salary; In the cold world, only a few sympathetic hearts are condensed!
winter
The lush branches and leaves are gone, the waves of passion are gone, and the windy air is hard to find. The wind stopped and stopped at the top of the tree, the last dying leaf. The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun struggled to clear the clouds but was too lazy to work, leaving a few rays of sunshine to perfunctory. Although it has a temperature, it is daunting-it breaks the last hope. It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here. The sun went down. Fog, dark, gloomy came up. It erodes every organic cell in space. The wind doesn't like all the roaring, stormy waves and the sneaking of mountains. It doesn't take everything away, but it leaves a fragmented winter, the only calm and broken.
Everything, because it is winter, yesterday's dense fog has made today's confusion all confused, and today's dense fog winter is a confusion. The dense fog fascinated the road and captured people's hearts.
6. What ancient poems describe the sky?
1. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
-"Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain" Li Bai 2. The mirror pool is full of autumn water, and the sky is grey. -"Niannujiao Han Su Yu Bi" Zhang 3. Sitting on the ice wheel, the sky disappeared and the color was like a light blue.
Heng E is interested in who will come tonight. -"Nian Nujiao Yan Tai Twilight Collection" Liu Yiding 4. Clouds and fog dispersed.
The sky in Wan Li is blue. -"Frosty Corner, Clouds" Janice 5. Swallows and efforts, one west and one east.
The sky is vast, when will Ji Xiang be the same? -"Go to Huaixi Shogunate" Cen Can 6. It seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the night?
-Huang Jingren's "Love" 7. The sky is full of eyebrows, and the thick green painting is new. Lonely and exclusive, the sea bath is full of prosperity.
-"Nanshan Poetry" Han Yu 8. The west wind blows these two lines of pig iron juice and makes a flute. -"Title Liu Xinyue" Bai Yuchan 9. As far as the sky is concerned, the trees are far away, and the spring mountains are worn and carved.
-"The Jade Butterfly Leave Love" Zhang 10. The sky was completely blocked by wild geese, and the lonely village in Ye Jin saw the lights at night. -"Xianyang Nostalgia" Liu Cang.