Ancient poems describing nature in winter

In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature. The following are my ancient poems describing nature in winter. Let's have a look.

early winter

Bai Juyi

In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers.

Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.

Old leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.

At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

Jiang Xue.

liu 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.

The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain

[Tang] Liu Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking, and there was no one on a snowy night.

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

[Tang] 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.

Look at the snow peak in Central South China.

[Tang] Zuyong

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

Early pregnancy in early winter guest house

Huaipu

The sound in the upper corner of the pillow is slight, and the feelings are not resting.

Dream back to Sanchu Temple, cold into five clothes.

There are no birds moving in the middle of the month, and Ye Fei is frozen in the frost.

Being ashamed of your early service is the opposite.

Early winter night drinks

Du Mu

I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with the sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.

The snow on the steps is like a bunch of white pears. Who will be on the fence next year?

I miss my family at night from winter to Sunday in Handan.

Bai Juyi

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Winter night

[Tang] Cen Can

Vast sweat and frost blow the world, and there is no business in hot springs and fire wells.

Zeguo dragons and snakes are frozen, and Nanshan trees and cypresses are destroyed.

early winter

[Tang] Du Fu

I am old and narrow, and I am cold and dark.

Fishing boats are in a hurry, and fire is hunting in Gao Lin.

Every day, I get drunk and worry about Fu Liang.

The war has not stopped, so what is the source?

He Zhang's servant shoots the next song, the next chapter

On land

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

An old war song.

[Tang] Li Qi

During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.

The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.

The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert.

The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.

Every year, the bones are buried in the wilderness, and Pu Tao enters the Han family.