I must go to the sea again, to the lonely sea and lonely days;
All I want is a tall ship and a star to guide it forward.
There is also the recoil of the steering wheel, the singing of the sea breeze and the shaking of the white sails.
There are also gray fog and gray dawn on the sea.
I must go to the sea again, because of the call of the tide,
So wild, so clear, I can't dodge;
I just want a windy day with white clouds.
There are also the beating of the waves, the bursting of bubbles and the long songs of seagulls.
I must go to the seaside again and learn the romance of gypsies.
On the way to seagulls, on the way to Haijing, the wind is as sharp as a knife.
Location,
And all I want is overseas anecdotes and the laughter of wandering companions.
Sleep quietly after a long shift and be a lovely person.
Dream on.
2. Are there any foreign poems describing nature, such as slugs and crickets?
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Poetry of the earth never dies;
When all the birds were dazzled by the hot sun,
Hidden in the shady forest, there is a sound.
Floating on the hedge around the newly cut grass.
That's the music of Guoguo! It competes first.
Indulge in the luxury of midsummer, it never feels it.
Your own happiness fades away, and once you get tired of singing,
They perched comfortably on the pleasant grass.
The poetry of the earth never stops;
On a lonely winter night, when the frost condenses.
It's quiet, jumping back and forth on the fireplace.
Crickets' songs, in the rising heating,
In sleepiness, people feel the sound.
Like a grasshopper chirping on a grassy mountain.
3. Poems about nature written by foreign poets in Ye Saining, Russia.
The river is asleep,
The dark pine forest lost its noise.
The nightingale's song is silent,
Long-legged crake no longer crows happily.
When night falls, it's quiet,
I can only hear the stream singing softly.
The bright moon shines,
Silver everything around you.
The river is full of silver stars,
Silver waves overflow slightly in the stream.
Water flooded the grass in vilen.
Still shining with silver light.
When night fell, there was silence everywhere.
Nature is immersed in a dream.
The bright moon is shining.
Silver everything around you.
4. Give me some poems about nature, whether it is weak willows or apricot trees at home and abroad, they all contain half spring rain and half drooping silk. Tang's "Tiyi Yi" is a peach blossom with spring water and a water bath: Qing.
Five generations ago, Bodhisattva Man was full of spring scenery, and after five generations, Yu Lou Chun was full of confusing words. Song Qian's Magnolia Chun Xue dripped ice bamboo shoots, and in the New Year, Liu Shao stole ice bamboo shoots: ice ridges. It means that winter has quietly passed from the melting of ice ridges; From the top of the willow branches, spring has quietly returned.
Zhang Song Lai's Spring Day has no ugly branches. Song Mei Yao Chen's "Dongxi": "A desert island has leisure when sleeping on the shore, and an old tree has no ugly branches." The pear blossoms in spring are gone again, and there are sunsets everywhere, emeralds and smoked old emeralds: light green grass green.
Old smoke: When dusk turns dark green. Su Mu, Yao Chen, Song Mei, is covered with snow, the Qian Shan outside is green, and the riverside is full of flowers in February. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Song of Spring in the West Lake" thanked Cao Ge for his annoyance and moved the railing on the moon. The spring night in Anshi, Wang Song, is boring, and the Huanxisha, which is full of spring sounds, wakes up with a sudden spring breeze, which is slightly cold, but the hills are greeted obliquely. Describe spring.
History of "Dongfeng" has a letter that no one has read, revealing a little meaning, and a letter from Liu Ji lace: news. Lou: Performing.
Su Songshi's "A Bunch of Flowers" Su Songshi's "Two Nights by Huichong River": "Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the warm ducks on the river are prophets." Spring breeze hates heartless water, it blows all day.
Su Songshi's Poem in Sleeping in Guabu Dream a few years ago adds flowers in the spring road, and flowers move mountains in the spring, which means that flowers are added to the roadside in the spring rain and spring, and the spring breeze is full of spring scenery. Guan's "Good Things Near" news, apricot tip red: refers to the spring season.
Xiao Zhongshan in Song Dynasty is more and more like wine, and Shao Hua has entered a wonderful time. Dong Jun: Spring God, this refers to spring.
Zhou Bangyan's "Death in February" in Song Dynasty is wet like a small building, green and green: green leaves. Red: Red flowers.
Song Song wins "Linjiang Fairy", and the spring breeze is separated from the spring rain. When Song Tian Huang Tingjian's "Yuan Yuanming's Journey to Ji Yun" is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to warm up: it is hot and cold. Interests: maintenance and recuperation.
Song Liqing's "Sound Slow" sold a flower pole and bought a spring flower to release the "Broken Magnolia" taken by Song Liqing: "Sell a flower pole and buy a spring flower to release. Tears are light and even, and there are still traces of rosy clouds. "
The weather is warm, sunny and windy. The eyes of willow leaves and the cheeks of plum all feel the heartbeat of spring.
Plum cheeks: refers to plum blossoms. Song Li Qingzhao's love flower is the east wind of Luoyang, not necessarily like peach blossom. In the old red song "Young Beauty" written by Chen, the willows did not cover the spring scenery, and an apricot went out of the wall, saying that the willows covered the spring scenery.
Song's work Immediately is often rainy and windy in spring, but it is empty when the sun is shining. Song's bean leaf yellow is like a 13-year-old daughter learning spring embroidery yesterday, and the branches don't teach flowers fine. Song Xin Qi Ji's butterfly and Fu's fallen petal, the east wind blows rain more carefully than the dust. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha Listening to Du Yu's Crying in the Spring Mountain" is Du Yu's farewell poem. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Huanxisha" was beaming in March. When I looked up, I felt that Qian Shan Green Song Xin Qi Ji's "Manjianghong" was full of spring: the spring was beautiful.
Willow for ten minutes: when the willow is in full bloom. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Feeling for Fan Shoushou": "Spring is clear and beautiful.
Call to sing to persuade you to drink. Wine is as good as spring, and spring is as old as ever. "
Weeds are green in chun yin, and sometimes flowers and trees make chun yin bright: clouds in spring. Quiet flower: quiet flower.
Ming: Great. Su Song Shunqin's "Crossing the Water": "In the shade of spring, weeds are green, and sometimes there are many flowers and a tree is bright.
At night, under the lonely boat ancient temple, Sichuan is full of wind and rain. "Spring blossoms in the depths, birds and flowers, the song" Nan Gezi "is ten miles, and the wheat is green. Mustard, wheat, generally refers to field crops.
Song Jiangkui's "Yangzhou Slow" Yan Yifei, where is it? Only the pond is full of flowers, from Bi Song's Pale Yellow Willow to Zhu's Spring Day: "Easy to know the east wind, flowers will last forever." Spring breeze is like wine, but you don't know what you are drinking: spring breeze moistens everything.
Song Chengzhi said that "A Qudu Hongmei Pavilion" knows the spring of plants and trees in the world. Zhang Song Wei's "Occasionally beginning of spring": "There is little frost at the end of the year, and everything in the world knows spring." The light rain sprinkled fragrant dust, which made people feel relaxed and happy. Spring makes it: brewing.
Karen: Congratulations. There is a trace of Bo Xue in the corner of Song Shi Xiao You's Good Things Near, and Qing Zi fills the residual calyx. Bo Xue: Residual Snow.
It is used here to describe the falling of spring flowers. Qing Zi: Little green fruits are on the market.
Kim Wang Tingjun's Golden Gate is a light fan in the east wind and a light fan in the spring: blowing gently. Jin Duan Keji's "Full Moon Brahma Guide" sings warblers and swallows, and the small bridge is flowing red: petals are flying.
The green window of Pu's patio sand spring comes late in spring. Who woke up? Xiaoying was crying outside the window: wake up. Yuan Hu only looked forward to the "spring scenery", and the filaments blew into the courtyard, shaking the spring like a thread: floating.
Filament: the silk spit out by insects often floats in the air in spring. The Peony Pavilion written by ancestors of Tang Ming Dynasty is a pleasant dream. Spring comes to the world and everything recovers. Feng Menglong's negative teaching material, Wang Jiao wrote a hundred years of hate, without facing the eastern suburbs. In spring, among thousands of families, Lu Daoyue's Spring Festival is sultry, with flowers and willow smoke in rows.
The famous foreign nature poems (English) are all white in spring.
Robert bridges, the goddess of spring, is dressed in plain clothes.
Robert Brad
Spring is white,
May wearing milky white;
Among the flocks of light sheep,
White clouds float across the sky;
White butterflies in the air;
White daisy pranks the ground;
Cherry and Pak Lei,
Scatter snow everywhere. The goddess of spring wears simple clothes.
The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;
There is a flock of sheep in the sky.
White clouds come and go;
Butterflies fly in the air;
The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;
Cherry trees and pear trees compete for beauty,
It is like snowflakes everywhere.
6. Ask for an English poem about nature and write it in early spring.
Sentences sent in early spring
William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand mixed notes,
When I was reclining in a small forest,
In that sweet mood, when happy thoughts
Let sad thoughts come to mind.
I was lying in the Woods,
Listening to thousands of harmonious voices,
A leisurely mood, pleasant thoughts,
But it brings anxiety.
Through my human soul;
I feel very sad when I think about this.
What humans have created.
Through my feelings, naturally,
Linking the human soul with her masterpiece,
This makes my heart more sad.
How do people treat people?
Catharanthus roseus drags its wreath;
I believe that every flower.
Enjoy the air it breathes.
Through the primrose bushes, in the shade,
Long blue and white woven its wreath,
I firmly believe that every flower.
Enjoy it in the air it breathes.
I can't measure their thoughts.
But the smallest move they make
This seems to be an exciting pleasure.
Birds are jumping around me,
I can't understand their intentions-
But even their subtle movements,
This also seems to be an exciting pleasure.
The budding shoots spread out their sectors,
Catch the breeze;
I have to think, do my best,
There is happiness there.
The buds germinate and spread like fans,
In order to catch the breeze,
I have to think as much as I can,
There is joy there.
If this belief from heaven is sent,
If this is nature's divine plan,
I have no reason to be sad?
What kind of people make people?
If this belief comes from the apocalypse,
If this is the divine arrangement of nature,
What reason do I have to lament?
How do people treat people?
7. The famous foreign nature poems (English) are dressed in white in spring. Robert bridges, the goddess of spring, is dressed in plain clothes. Robert Bree is dressed in white in spring and wears a milky May. Groups of light, white clouds floating across the sky; White butterflies in the air; White daisy pranks the ground; Cherry and Pak Lei, scatter their snow around. The goddess of spring is dressed in plain clothes, and the hawthorn corolla is milky white; There are a flock of sheep in the sky and white clouds come and go; Butterflies fly in the air; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs; Cherry trees and pear trees are in full bloom and there are snowflakes everywhere.
River of Life Thomas Campbell River of Life Thomas Campbell The more exciting we live, the shorter each stage of our lives will be; A day in childhood is like a year, and a few years are like centuries. The happy stream of our youth, like a calm river, flows quietly along its grassy border before the passion is disordered. However, when the weather-beaten cheetah is getting haggard and the sad arrows are getting thicker and thicker, star, the star that measures life for mankind, why does your journey seem to be getting faster and faster? When joy loses its flowers and breath, life itself becomes dull. Why do we feel its tide is more swift when we reach the waterfall of death? It may be strange-however, when our friends leave one after another and make our chests bleed, who will slow down the process of time? God has given us the strength to age and compensated us for our quickness; Then there is youth, which seems to be very long, to enhance their sweetness. The older you get, the shorter the years are, and the course of life seems to be changing; When I was a child, every day was like a burden, and a burden was like several dynasties. The enthusiasm of youth has not subsided, and the pleasant spring flows slowly, like a green stream on the grassland, meandering quietly.
But when the rosy clouds on your cheeks disperse, sad arrows fly more and more frequently, and the stars are flying all over the sky. Why do you run faster and faster? When happiness loses its flowers and attraction, life itself is like an empty bottle. When I am about to die, why does the ebb tide advance more violently? Weird, maybe weird-if someone wants to slow down, friends will die one after another, and chest pain will be in full swing. It is the sky that makes our declining twilight disappear quickly, and it is the sky that makes the happiness of youth seem to be extended accordingly.
Supplement: To Narcissus robert herrick Singing Narcissus Robert Hare is like a beautiful narcissus, and we cry for your hasty departure; So far, the rising sun has not reached its noon. Stay, stay until the hurried day has run, but even songs; After praying together, we will go with you. Our stay is very short, just like you; Our spring is just as short; Like you or anything else, grow rapidly to adapt to the recession. We will die, just like your time, dry up like summer rain, or like pearls exposed to the morning sun, and will never be found again. The beautiful daffodils wither too fast, and we feel sad; Even the morning sun has not risen to the sky. Stop, stop, wait for the sun to rush into the dusk; At that time, * * * prayed and wandered on the way home.
We only have a short stay, and perishable youth is worrying; We will die when we are born. Like you, we will give up everything. Thank you, we are leaving soon, like a sudden summer rain or dew in the morning, leaving no trace.
William wordsworth daffodils william wordsworth I used to feel lonely, like a cloud, floating in high valleys and hills. Once, I saw a group of golden daffodils dancing in the breeze by the lake, under the trees. They are like twinkling stars, constantly flashing in the Milky Way, forming an endless line on the edge of the day: I saw 10,000 stars dancing happily at a glance. The waves around them are dancing, but their joy exceeds the waves aroused: how can a poet not be happy with such a group of happy people! I wiped it again and again-but I seldom thought about how much wealth this performance brought me; Because whenever I lie on the couch, lost or meditating, they flash in my heart, which is lonely happiness; Then my heart is full of happiness, dancing with daffodils. A person walked slowly like a cloud, crossing the valley and across the space. Suddenly, in my glance, there were golden daffodils under the trees by the lake, swaying in the breeze. Like the stars in the Milky Way, the shadows are brilliant, and the winding flowers on the lake are very long in diameter and connected in a line without interruption.
Flowers glance, dance and peck. The clear water in the lake is rippling, and the lake waves are full of flowers-the poet is very passionate about this, and the flowers are lonely! Looking at these flowers, I realized what Yi meant at that time.
I feel dizzy on my pillow when I come late. That scene flashed in my heart, and daffodils were endowed with Zen joy; My heart is full of joy, dancing with flowers and singing in the sky.
Supplement: Red Rose robert burns Red Rose robert burns, my love is like a red rose, which blooms in early June; Ah, my love is like a piece of music, and the music is sweet. You are so beautiful, my beautiful girl. I love you so much: I will love you forever, dear, until the seas run dry. Until the seas run dry, dear, until the rocks are melted by the sun; Dear, I will always love you as long as the sand of life is still flowing. Goodbye, my only love! Goodbye! I will come back, my love, even if it is separated from Wan Li. .
Oh, my love is like a red rose, which is in bud in June. Oh, my love is like a melody, harmonious and pleasant. As beautiful as you, my beautiful girl, I love you so deeply; Dear, I will love you forever until the seas run dry. Until all the oceans dry up, dear, the rocks are melted by the sun; Dear, I will love you forever until the sand of life runs out. Goodbye, my only love! Goodbye, for a while! I'll be back, honey, through 10 thousand miles. It's simple. You can recite robert burns in less than five minutes. If you are interested, you can go and see him.
9. Help find an English poem about nature. Come on. The first ray of green in nature is golden, which is the most difficult for her to grasp. Her early leaf is a flower; But only for one hour. Then the leaves became leaves. So Eden fell into sorrow, and dawn came. There is no gold left. This is a very good English poem. The poem begins with a paradox: "Green is gold. . . The leaf is a flower. " The meanings of common sense, accurate observation and ancient association immediately clashed. Green is the first sign of spring and the guarantee of life; However, in fact, the first luxuriant of birch and willow in New England is not green, but a faint golden yellow. Therefore, green is the theory or symbol of spring; Gold is a fact. Gold, as a precious and permanent metal, is not considered as a metal here, but a color. Its color is described as difficult to maintain, as fleeting as wealth itself.
10. Poems describing nature in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad: Liu Tang Zongyuan, Jiang Xue, there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of miles.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. It snowed in Fochadi 10, the capital, and the house was full.
Hu er tried to sweep lightly, leaving a bright little window. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain, stayed in the snow, and it was far away at dusk.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Six flying flowers in Tang Gao's "Making Snow" entered the house and sat and watched the bamboo become lovely branches.
At this time, the tall building looked into the distance, and all the dangerous forks in the human world were covered with snow. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Wu, the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, and darkness covers its endless clouds.
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.
"Popular in the North" by Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in a poor house with the lights on. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger with a handle of gold.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust. The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes. The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow! Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan, Qianshan, birds fly away, people come from all walks of life. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu went home, and the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
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. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain, stayed in the snow, and it was far away at dusk.
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. "Xue Mei" Song Lu Meipo Xue Mei refused to be reduced to Spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. "Jueju" In Tang Du Fu, two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went up to the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My gate often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships, and "hunt and watch" the Tang Qiang Horn Bow, and the general hunts Weicheng.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon. A suggestion for my friend Liu Tang Bai Juyi: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace.
It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? . "Plum Blossoms" Wang Song Anshi counted several plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. "Popular North" Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in poverty, and the splendor was still open.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel. There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust.
The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back. I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow. "Don't Be Big" Tang Gao is thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Don Lulun, hanging high in the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Look at the Xuefeng Tang of Zhongnanshan and see how Zhongnanshan soars into the sky.
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. 1. There are no birds in Baishan Mountain in Liuzongyuan, Jiang Xue, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-Snow 2. Wang Anshi's works: Plum blossoms are a few in a corner, and hanling blooms alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Bai Juyi gave a suggestion to my friend Liu: "There is a ray of green in the old bottle, a little red in the static furnace, and there is a feeling of snow outside. How about a glass of wine inside?" ? "4. Liu Changqing's" Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow "is far from dusk and cold and white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
5. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. 6. The morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. 7. Hanchuan snow disappears and the frozen pool gradually flows. On the tenth day, it snowed in Beijing, and every household was full. 9. The grass withers and the eagle's eyes are ill, and the snow is as light as a horseshoe. Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only 15 footprints. The heavy snow stopped the blue horse 17. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the frozen snow scared the bamboo shoots to sprout 18. On March 8th, the snow in Ji Chun began to disappear and turned to the east 19. There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Changyun, Qinghai. The lonely city looks at Yumenguan. Yellow clouds are blown by the wind for hundreds of miles, and a snow peak is surrounded by a vortex of nine streams. -Li Bai's "Lushan Song Yushi Lu Xuzhou" I want to cross the Yellow River, freeze the ferry, and climb the Taihang Mountain, which is snowy.
-Li Bai's "Three Songs It's Hard for One to Walk" Tianshan Five In the snow, but it's cold without flowers. -Li Bai's "Six Poems by Xia Sai (Part I)" Have you ever seen that the hair in the mirror on the shelf is silky black in the morning, but it turns into snow at night?
-Li Bai's "Into the Wine" The three towns of Xiyue are white, and the south lake water shines on the long bridge. -Du Fu's "Wild Hope" The day in winter is shortened on the elemental scale, and the cold night is dyed white by ice and snow.
-Du Fu's "Pavilion Night" is almost as noble as the other seven peers. If it is cold, it is snowy. -Du Fu's "Drawing a Horse by General Cao" was at the minister's house. He dusted off the iron clothes and shone as bright as snow. He drew a dagger from the jade handle and danced steel starlight.
-Wang Wei's "Old General" A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The cold fire of the old battle is now gray on the ancient fortress, and the wilderness is heavy and flying white.
-Li Qi listened to Dongda's "Hu Jian Lane" and sent a message to the room. There was no town and no camp for three thousand miles, until the heavy sky entered the vast desert snow. Richie is an ancient battle song, one of them-they call it forever true, with a face of snow and flowers like her that he is looking for.
-Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" In the cold light of endless snow, the high flags on three sides rose like dawn. -Zuyong's "Wang Jimen" we chase, the horse is light, and the bow and sword are negative.
-Lu Lun's "Three of Four Products" The only way for you to cross Leng Yun will lead you into the snow tonight. -Liu Lun's "Send Li Duan" is like snow before Yuefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost.
-Li Yi's "On Listening to the Flute at Night on the Wall of the Country" 3 Chun Xue belongs to Zhong Qing, and the Yellow River in Wan Li goes around Montenegro. -Liu's "Complaining People" 1, "Bai Xuege Farewell Field-Clerk Wu Go Home" Tang Censhen's north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar Day.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Spread out.