My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
From a distance, it is not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away from the mountain, and all the birds on the mountain fly away. The weather is cold and the White Family is poor. A thousand roads without footprints.
Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun.
Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.
There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.
H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.
Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.
Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.
Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.
Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, and the snow on the sand road was flat. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating the Bitterness and Cold Work on the Road to Zhang Xia's Home on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is a vast expanse of whiteness, with cold air and snowflakes as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.
First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.
Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold and see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.
Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.
Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.
Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.
Huang Yuan Geng's "Snow" stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are not frozen clearly. Hong Sheng's Looking at the Snow.
2. Poems describing ancient forests. What is the forest on the mountain and what is the field on the mountain? Cattle, fat, herbs and milk are like spring water.
The lights on the floor add new scenery, and the songs of small cities ring in the distance. The red flag of logging is bright and green, and the tracks of timber transportation are connected to the sky.
The sharpshooters of the elders in the mountains are horses and birch trees that shoot back at pheasants. -Excerpted from Lao She's Two Poems on a Journey to Daxinganling in Eastern Inner Mongolia. Birds are singing in the shady forest and deer are floating in the trees.
Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame.
The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley.
The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes. -From the Song Dynasty Lu You's Shan Jutu, the forest is interrupted, the mountains are bright, and the bamboo is hidden.
A small pond full of cicadas and weeds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.
Outside the hut, next to the ancient city. The cane turned to the sunset.
Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day. -From Su Shi's Partridge Sky in the Song Dynasty? Forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls. The Yangtze River is full of water with maple trees on it.
Gaolan was taken by the road, and Qing Li died. Looking at the sadness in the distance, spring feels my heart.
There are many literati in the Three Chu Dynasties. Zhu Huazhen is fragrant, but high talents chase after her.
One is the plaintive yellowbird, who can not cry? -from the Wei and Jin Dynasties Ruan Ji's "Yong Huai" Yuchao Nanhai.
Male and female pearl forests. What do you know about beauty?
Pride and love are better than gold. Killed in an inflamed state.
Yu Wei was in Tang Yin. Beautiful and bright jewels.
Rotten. Not far.
Luo Yu suddenly saw the search. I believe that many materials are very tiring.
Sigh at this rare bird. -from the Tang dynasty Chen Ziang "feeling? Twenty-three "Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan witch chivalrous.
Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat.
Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious. -From Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity in the Tang Dynasty.
3. Poem about Spring Woods 1, "Long song"
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In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
In spring, everything is brilliant.
I am always afraid that the autumn festival will come and the leaves of yellow flowers will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
If young people don't work hard, old people will be sad.
2. "Liu Yong"
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
3. "Two night scenes along the Hui Chong River"
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring river plumbing duck prophet.
The buds of Artemisia arenaria are very short,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
4. quatrains
Southern song dynasty guide monk
A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,
This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.
Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,
Blowing your face is not cold.
5. Spring Tour of Qiantang River
Bai Juyi
Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low.
Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shadow of Populus davidiana.
4. The sentence about the forest 1, a red carpet was laid on the maple grove. The autumn wind blows, and the maple leaves make a rushing sound, as if clapping their hands to celebrate the harvest season. 2. The moon rises from the forest, emitting cold light, making the snow plain particularly white, which makes people feel colder. Plunged into the dense forest, and the sky was cut into pieces by tall branches. Mottled light scattered down, with the movement of leaves flashing mysteriously. Trees stand like philosophers without saying a word. The branches of that big tree were black and cracked, and Tess was covered in it. Tilia amurensis is a little more handsome and her skin is much smoother. Wild poplar propped up its stalwart body with different branches; The most striking thing is the birch tree, which is elegant and natural, like a white-collar man. The cracked white bark flutters with the wind ... Of course, there are also wild plum trees, five-pointed maple trees, thorny plum trees, and vines and shrubs swaying among the trees. They are high and low, regardless of the size of the rings, bringing green and hope to the world. Grass is green, trees are green, and all green life has a transparent texture. The moon is the lover of the forest, leaving uneven beautiful images in the jungle, such as concave and convex characters. Mottled refutation is a strong and weak emotional expression. Bathed in the tenderness of moonlight, the spring is full, the flowers are overflowing, and even the friendly whispers of birds are crisp and sweet. 7. On the sunny hillside, the forest is fresh and green; On the hillside facing the sun, it looks like an ambush with armor and helmet. The forest is a large meadow full of flowers, and it is difficult to see the color of the soil. Vienna forest refers to the suburb of Vienna, with the highest elevation of only 400 meters. There are few conifers, mostly dozens of trees such as broad-leaved forest and eucalyptus, which are mixed with each other. Every spring solstice, trees bloom and birds sing happily. All kinds of wild animals jump in it. This feeling is completely different from that in the south of Tyrol, where the mountains are high and the clouds are light, the pines and cypresses are towering and the snow is pouring. The forest here is fresh, soft and gentle, which is more in line with the taste of Vienna. -the story of Vienna forest 8. Vibrant oak trees spread their dense branches and leaves freely in the sun. 9. They have lush foliage, and the road surface has never been illuminated by the hot summer sun. Pale golden spots are screened and sprinkled from the dense green leaves, jumping and swaying on the asphalt road, paving a swaying light and shadow. The canopies on both sides are intertwined to form a cool green corridor. Even if there are cars coming and going, you can't feel the dust blowing on your face. The air is dirty and the trees absorb a lot of pollution. Sprinklers often come. Once the road is sprinkled, the faint smell of leaves becomes rich, and the wet fragrance in the air is refreshing. 48660.68668686666