Liutang Zongyuan
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.
Liu Zongyuan's writing about snow is lonely and hurts himself, reflecting his mood at this time.
A fisherman wore a hat and fished alone when the mountain was closed by heavy snow. It seems that he is the only one left in the world, lonely and beautiful. It is better to say that fishermen are lonely than to catch fish.
It snows at night
Tang Bai Juyi
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
Bai Juyi was inspired to write this poem on a snowy night.
It snowed, and the quilts and pillows were cold. I looked up at the window sill and was brightly illuminated by the snow. The snow is getting heavier and heavier. I was lying in bed and heard the sound of tree rights being broken.
Bai Juyi set off the heavy snow from the side, and the night snow pressed the branches. Many people have this kind of life experience.
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Cen Can is a frontier poet. It snowed heavily that day and he sent his friend back to Beijing.
As a frontier poet, frontier fortress is bitter and cold, but the poet's heart is unrestrained and enthusiastic. He described the snow as "like a strong wind in spring, blowing at night and blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees", which, like spring breeze, brought beautiful spring-like scenery and made people laugh.
I hope everyone still has a spring breeze in snowy days.
snow
Tangluoyin
It is said that the snow omen is a good year. What kind of good year will it be?
There is a poor man in Chang 'an, and I said there is no good snow.
Luo Yin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, had different views on snow.
Everyone says that "snow will bring a good harvest" and hopes that it will snow more for a while, but Luo Yin said: There are many poor people in Chang 'an, so there should not be too much such "snow".
Praise Luo Yin's wit and compassion. On snowy days, don't forget those who pay silently, and don't forget to care about those friends who are poor and difficult to spend the winter.
The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain
Don Liu Changqing
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
On this year's snowy night, Liu Changqing was on the road.
It's getting dark, Cangshan is getting farther and farther, the weather is cold, and the thatched cottage is poorer. I spent the night in this thatched cottage. Late at night, I heard a dog barking outside Chai Men. It was the host family who came back in the snow.
Traveling on snowy days is not a good job. When it was freezing, I was lucky to meet a place where I could avoid the snow. May you have friends and shelter in the snowy day.
Sauvignon Blanc, a mountaineering trip
Qingnalan Rong Ruo
Mountain riding, snow riding,
Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night.
Once the wind changes, so does the snow.
I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.
This year, Nalan Rong Ruo accompanied Emperor Kangxi to visit Kanto, which made him feel sad beyond the Great Wall. When one storm after another passed, the poet was homesick. He said: There has never been such a scene at home.
It's freezing when it snows, and it's easiest to miss home. Do you feel homesick when it snows?