1. Modern poems about describing scenery
Modern poems about describing scenery 1. Modern poems about scenery
1. "Autumn Evening" "On the River"
Liu Dabai (China)
Even though the birds are lying down, they still carry the setting sun back.
The wings flipped and the setting sun fell on the river;
The white-headed reeds also turned into a flash of beauty.
2. "Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming"
Haizi (China)
From tomorrow on, be a happy person; feed the horses and chop wood , traveling around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables; I have a house facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming; From tomorrow on, I will communicate with every relative; tell them my happiness.
What the happy lightning told me; I will tell everyone; give every river and every mountain a warm name; stranger, I also bless you;
May you have a bright future; may your lover eventually get married; may you be happy in this world; I only wish to face the sea and the spring flowers to bloom.
3. "Autumn Moon"
Xu Zhimo (China)
It's the same moonlight, tonight, because we are all looking up.
Look at it, a plump and charming figure rising from the clouds as black as a mob——
It looks extra bright and round. It unfolds on the road, it floats on the water, it is immersed in the water bottom where the water plants are entangled like melancholy;
It stares at the battlements of the ancient city, and thousands of city bricks are reflected in its clarity. . < /p>
You left, with moisture and sadness in your eyes;
The autumn wind took away the desolation between your eyebrows;
Lost in the garden, a touch of prosperity Green, you follow the last light;
Walking towards dawn, the cool autumn has soaked the scenery this morning.
5. "Wind is a redundant scenery"
Author: July Heizi (China)
I turned my gaze downwards and looked down at an old passage Time, find some peace in the locked drawer.
Sometimes, I am used to raising my head very high, whether it is looking at the flowing clouds in the sky or the scenery in the distance.
One day, my father asked me to look for my childhood among a group of ants, as well as some of my lost footprints. I suddenly lost the courage to look up.
I no longer look up, of course, I will still quietly look at some refracted reflections on the calm lake.
2. Modern poems about sceneries
1 Farewell to Cambridge Again I left as gently as I came; I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud wave slippery in the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a punt and row upstream to where the grass is ever greener, Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. but I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, silence is tonight's Cambridge.
I leave as quietly as I came here; I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud.
2 Chapter Fragment You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery. People watching the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorates your windows and you decorate other people's dreams. 3 The afternoon sun ignites the dim heart and the happy flame spreads to the green corridor and is fragrant. The fragrance of words shakes to the ground, the melancholy and the budding hope sing on the passionate branches, hold the soothing notes, read the path of loneliness, rationalize the winter thoughts, transform into an ocean of love, intoxicate the wind of the north, cleanse the world of mortals. Hold a handful of blue sea water, drink a cup of green spring light, draw a picture with a pen, let me swing my poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose music in the waves, ignite the dim heart, and the happy flame spreads to the green The fragrant language of the corridor is shaking, the melancholy and budding hope are singing on the passionate branches, holding the soothing notes, reading the lonely direction, rationalizing the winter thoughts, turning into an ocean of love, intoxicating the Northland. The wind has washed away the sorrow of the mortal world. Hold a handful of blue sea water and drink a cup of green spring light. Draw a picture with a pen and let me stir up the poetry. Weave a dream with my heart and let me compose music in the waves. 1 Winter Morning Pushkin ( (Russian 1799-1837) Frost and sunshine, what a wonderful day! Charming friend, you are sleeping peacefully.
It’s time, beauty, to wake up! Quickly open your sleepy eyes that were closed by Anle. Please come out, as the morning star of the north, to meet the morning glow goddess of the north! Last night, you remember, the wind and snow were swirling, and the menacing sky was covered with a layer of darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. And you are sitting there, bored - but now...ah, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it is spreading dazzlingly on the field like a velvet blanket.
The vast expanse of white snow is shining with the sun, and only the transparent woods are darkening. And the fir branches glowed green through the hoarfrost: the frozen river shone brightly.
The whole room was illuminated by the light of amber. There was a pleasant crackling sound in the newly lit fire.
At this time, it is so beautiful to lie in bed and daydream. However, should you ask someone to hitch the brown horse to the sleigh as soon as possible! My dear friends, the journey is light and easy. Let us glide through the morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, let us visit the empty fields. The lush woods and the river bank not long ago were so dear to me.
2 Plum Tree Ye Saining (Su 1895-1925) The fragrant plum tree blooms with spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Honey-sweet dewdrops flow down the bark of the tree; leaving behind spicy green traces, shining in the silver.
The satin-like flower spikes shine under the dewdrops, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the remaining snow melts, on the grass near the tree roots, a silver stream flows happily.
The thick plum tree stretched out its branches, exuding a charming fragrance, and the golden green marks reflected the rays of the sun. The stream raised waves of broken jade, splashing onto the branches of the thick plum tree, and played the strings of the piano under the cliff, singing affectionately to her.
3 The Tree by the Window Frost (American 1874-1963) The tree by my window, the tree by my window, When night falls I close the window; But never close the curtains, So as not to isolate you and me. You are a hazy dream rising from the earth, you are as erratic as the clouds, and not everything that your light tongue loudly declares makes perfect sense.
But tree, I have seen the wind shake you. If you caught a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you would see that I too was violently stirred, almost swept away by the storm.
Destiny, out of its childishness, connected the two of us that day: you were affected by the external climate, and I was affected by the storm inside.
3. Modern poems about scenery
Poetry 1: On the river in autumn evening
Birds returning to their nests,
Although it is Even though he was naked,
he still carried the setting sun back.
When the wings are turned,
the setting sun falls on the river;
The white-headed reeds,
also turn into a flash of beauty. .
Poetry 2: Spring Dream
I like
to call dreams in spring
spring dreams
I try hard to dream about you
But it’s always in vain
I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up
I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true
In this imaginative spring
What I turn over and over again is
Can’t sleep alone
Poem 3: Xiaoxiao in the city The woods
are turning green, my little woods
Ants and flying insects in the woods
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling
Using my soft head to break open the door closed by the soil
On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats< /p>
Swinging his long beard and bleating
Shocking my youth and soul
A black goat walked towards me
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Tears of happiness hung on the face
Poetry 4: Sunset on the Autumn River
Drunken by the flowing clouds in the Western Mountains
The birds return together
< p> Autumn water falls and shines in two veinsThe boat collects the net and carries the fish back
The wind blows the reed flowers and flies
I feel tired when I sigh
I often hate the rush of time
Let me relax and sing a song
All my sorrows and joys are put into the cup in my hand
My heart chases after the dusk clouds
Poetry Five: Open the door of spring
Hear the chirping of birds
There are a few primulas in Chengxiao
They dare not enter the city
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Just cheering and jumping outside the effect
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are mine Friends
They seem to be relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown insects
Making friendly sounds to their companions
Outside the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the singing of birds
I opened the door of spring
Poetry 6: Good Luck Bamboo
Quietly in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are taken out
The old ones have already fallen off
What is left There are only branches that are falling
One by one, they gradually turn white, yellow and gradually turn into dark green
What a deserted green branch
Where is that one?
It is growing vigorously
Curled at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life
The leaves rustle when the wind blows Ring
What is it talking about
It can’t bring me anything
Why is it called Lucky Bamboo
Just give it to me It's just comfort in my heart
Poetry 7: Wind
It was the wind that night that made me intoxicated,
Looking at the stars on the horizon,
Under the light is the tranquil river,
It flows lonely into the distance,
It passes through the forest,
It passes through the silence ,
It goes through the hustle and bustle,
It goes through love.
It flows silently into the distance.
The morning breeze is refreshing, refreshing, and the joy of rebirth.
Poetry 8: This Spring
This spring my heart is very confused
Sometimes I think of certain tombstones
Sometimes I think of my childhood
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been written by spring
My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas
In this spring
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
4. Describing scenery Modern Poetry
Spring Dreams/
I like
to call dreams in spring
Spring Dreams
I try hard to dream about you
But it’s always in vain
I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up
I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true < /p>
I heard birds chirping
In the city, there are a few primroses
They dare not enter the city
Only in the city Cheering and jumping outside
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are my friends
They seem to be relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown insects
Making friendly sounds to their companions
Outside of the effect, I fall in love Listening to the sound of birds
In the contention of birds
I opened the door of spring
3. This spring
This spring My heart is very messed up
Sometimes I think of certain tombstones
Sometimes I think of my childhood
This spring my heart is very messed up
The poems of spring have been written by spring
My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas
What else can I do in this spring
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Autumn
He Qifang
Shake off the dewdrops in the morning ,
The sound of logging drifted out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like blue bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
Autumn - Haizi
Use our bones lying on the ground
to write on the beach: youth. Then carry the aging father on his back
The long direction of time is interrupted
Animal-like fear fills our poems
Whose voice can reach the son of autumn, the night is long and noisy The sound
covers our bones lying on the ground——
Autumn has arrived.
Without the slightest forgiveness and tenderness: Autumn has arrived
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On the streets of autumn
I cannot find the rain lane
A chance encounter with a lilac-like girl
A girl holding an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willows
There is no place to look for spring Traces
The bustling city
All that breaks into the ears are steam whistles
What cannot be heard is always the singing of birds and insects, including cicadas
< p> 5. Modern poems about describing scenes,, I'll help you,,,
Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge"
Gently I left,
Just as I came gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadow in the ripples,
is in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,
sedimented A rainbow dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boat full of stars,
Sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Cambridge at night.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud.
"Dead Water" by Wen Yiduo:
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
The breeze cannot blow any ripples.
Why not throw away more junk?
Just throw in your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into jade,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the iron can;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk,
The mold steamed up some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with pearl-like white foam;
The small beads laugh and turn into big beads,
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He was bitten by the mosquito that stole the wine.
Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water can only be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,
The stagnant water will sing again.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
This is by no means a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.
Look What a world he created.
Spring
The flowers are like clouds and the grass is new
After three seasons
You are still the same
Breeze The drizzle blows on my face and moistens my eyebrows
Insomnia for three nights
My beauty seems to be fading
I am neither pure nor charming
Concentrate for three seconds
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My mood is as intoxicating as fine wine
Coming here for you and having no sleep for you
More than just three autumns
Recalling the fragrance that is better than cologne
< p> Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new is still the same6. Poems about scenery. 6 ancient and modern poems about scenery. Just go before 7 o'clock
Spring Tour on Qiantang Lake (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple To the west of Jia Ting, the water surface is flat and the clouds are low. A few early orioles are vying for warmth in the trees, and the new swallows are pecking at the spring mud. The flowers are gradually becoming more charming, and only the shallow grass has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is not enough to the east, and the white sand is in the shade of the green trees. Embankment. In spring, Zhu Xi wins, the sun seeks fragrance, and the boundless scenery along the Si River is new and easy to recognize. The east wind is full of purples and reds. It is always spring in the east of the city. Early spring, Yang Juyuan, poets, clear scenery. In the new year, the green willows are only half yellow. If you wait, the forest flowers are like brocade. You can see them when you go out. Flower Man -------------- Tang Dynasty poet Gao Pian's "Summer in the Mountain Pavilion": The green trees are dense and the summer is long, the balcony is reflected in the pond, the water curtain is moving, the breeze rises, and the shelves are full Roses are fragrant in a courtyard. Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling's "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat": The breeze is unable to kill the heat, and the setting sun flies up the mountain. People are trapped and fear that the rivers and seas will dry up. God will not hesitate to dry up the rivers and Han Dynasty. Song Dynasty poet Qin Guan's "Enjoying the Coolness": I came to chase the willows outside, and leaned against the Hu bed on the south bank of the painted bridge. The moonlight was rising from the boat flute, and the wind was still in the pond and the lotus flowers were fragrant. The poet Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night": The night heat is still the same as the noon heat. Open the door and the moon rises. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, where the bamboos are deep and the trees are humming with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness but only the wind. Meng Haoran, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "The South Pavilion Huai Xin Da" in the Tang Dynasty: The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Taking advantage of the evening cool, I open my pavilion to lie down. It's open and free. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops are clear. I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorant music appreciation. I feel that I miss my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night. --------------- -- Sui Yangxiuzhi's "Autumn Poems" The sun shines on the bamboos in front of the window, and the dew wets the weeds in the back garden; insects support the building at night, and light moths fly around the candles. Late Autumn Poetry Yu Xin's desolate evening scene. Looking at the cold steps with a rope. The wet courtyard condenses The dew is falling. The wind is blowing off the locust trees. The sun is still cold at the slant. The cloud peaks are getting hazy in the evening. A few rows of wild geese are pitiful. They are rowing in the distance. A single lotus in the autumn pond is empty during the autumn solstice, and the waves are red. . You can only get what you have by relying on your roots, but follow the wind without your consent. ------------------ Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have been wiped out. Fishing alone in the cold snow on the river. "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty If the severe winter is not chilling, how can we see the chilling spring: it looks harsh and bleak. "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Pavilion" by Lu Wen of the Tang Dynasty The sky is cold and green, and the north wind is calling the withered mulberry. Thick. The ice is not cracked, but there is a cold light in a short day: the sound of the wind is like a roar. "Bitter Cold Song" by Meng Jiao of the Tang Dynasty.
7. Modern poems (or Song lyrics) describing scenery
Hearing violets
Guoqiang
Wherever the wind reaches < /p>
Such beautiful violets
Floating high in the sky
The rhythm of hard work is too late
Jiaoying an hour ago Passing by
The flowers picked are in bloom
The stream that is hit is foggy
The bright purple becomes more charming and red
Joy is The Golden Armor of Happiness
The precious happiness that is taking off
It is an ancient book that has been read for a long time
It wears the tunnel of the entire century
That It is a kind of extinct spiritual beauty
The solemn hand holds the warmth
Purple becomes a colorful pioneer
Connecting the golden thread of soul and emotion
Welding the era of youth
Exploring her amazing tenderness
Uncovering the secret of the violet
Ancient literary knowledge
The turmoil of true sex
Violet is a beautiful girl
In the place where dreams are born
Let me tell you that all dreams are true
Hearing Violet Love
The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Carriage"
Spring is late,
The flowers and trees are luxuriant.
Cang Geng and Qi Qi,
Cang Geng and Qi Qi.
8. Poems describing scenery
Spring.
Recalling the South of the Yangtze River by Bai Juyi The sunrise on the river is as red as fire, and in spring the river is as green as blue. In the mountain temple, I listen to Guizi in the middle of the moon, and in the county pavilion, I watch the tide on my pillow.
Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake by Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.
The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves. My favorite lake is the east side of the lake, with its green trees and white sand embankment.
Spring Snow Han Yu There is no youth in the new year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
The light rain in early spring Han Yu The light rain in Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Late Spring Han Yu The grass and trees know that spring will soon return, and all kinds of red and purple are competing with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran When I sleep in spring, I don’t realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and you know how many flowers have fallen.
Spring outing to the lake by Xu Fu When will the swallows fly back? Peach blossoms bloom when dipped in water. When the spring rain breaks the bridge and no one can cross it, the small boat pushes out of the willow shade.
Jiangnan Spring Quatrains by Du Mu The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags are blowing in the mountains and rivers of water villages. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
Bodhisattva Man Wei Zhuang The spring water is blue in the sky, painting a boat and listening to the rain to sleep. The people by the side look like the moon, and their bright wrists are covered with frost and snow.
Xia.
Seen [Qing Dynasty] Yuan Mei A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his singing shakes the forest.
I wanted to catch the chirping cicada, but suddenly I stood silent. Midsummer [Tang Dynasty] Fan Xun In midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Golden bullets hang down from oranges, and white lotuses sprout from sweet bananas. Meng Xia [Tang Dynasty] Jia Xi Meng Xia in the south of the Yangtze River, the bamboo shoots are like weaving.
The mirage is the pavilion, and the sound of frogs is the orchestra. Xiaochi [Song Dynasty] Yang Wanli The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners, and a clear fly has already stood on it. Xia Jing [Ming Dynasty] Zhu Zhanji The Jingyu has just passed and the air is refreshing and clear. The jade waves are rippling and the bridge is flat.
The little swallows wearing the curtain are both good, and the gulls are all light in the water. Summer Meaning [Song Dynasty] Su Shunqin The summer mat in the courtyard is deep and clear, and the pomegranates are blooming all over the curtain.
It is noon in the shade of trees, and I hear the sound of a wandering warbler in my dream. Wen Cicada [Tang Dynasty] Lei Hu There is a new sound in the shadow of the green locust tree, and the mist is thin and the wind is not even.
Mo Dao always feels melancholy when he hears it. Some people are worried about others, but others are not worried about others. Six Characters of Summer [Song Dynasty] Lu You The stream is rising, the breeze is blowing on your face, the moon is setting and the sky is filled with stars.
Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain. Summer Pavilion in the Mountain Pavilion [Tang Dynasty] Gao Pian The summer is long with thick shade of green trees, and the reflection of the tower is into the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. Rain in Summer [Tang Dynasty] Pei Du Climb the stairs to escape the midsummer, when everything is dusty.
Opposite there is a thunder tree, taking advantage of the rain in the street. The eaves are sparse, the spider webs are heavy, and the ground is wet and the mud is fresh.
After chanting, the breeze rises, and the fragrance of lotus fills the neighborhood. Autumn.
"Autumn Poems" by Liu Yu, Tang Dynasty. When I see the autumn wind in the city, I feel like writing a book full of ideas. I'm afraid that I can't say it all in a hurry, and the travelers are about to open the gate again.
"Autumn Moon" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty The clear stream flows through the top of the green mountain, and the clear water in the sky is the color of autumn. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, there are white clouds and red leaves.
"Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty. The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with the clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. This night in this life will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
"Autumn Day" by Cheng Hao of the Song Dynasty. I have nothing to do and take my time. When I sleep, the sun is already red by the east window. All things are calm and contented, and the joy of the four seasons is the same as that of others.
The way to heaven and earth is beyond the visible, and thoughts are reflected in the changing winds and clouds. Wealth and honor are not lascivious, poverty and lowliness are joyful. The man here is a hero.
"Staying on the Jiande River" Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty moved his boat to Yanzhu, and at dusk the guests were worried about the new arrival. The trees are low in the open sky, and the clear moon on the river is close to the people.
"Autumn Evening" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty Silver candles paint the screen with cold autumn light, and small fans flutter against the flowing fireflies. The sky is as cold as water at night, and I sit and watch Altair and Vega.
Mountain Walk Du Mu Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living deep in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Winter.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.
A man with a coir raincoat hat is alone in a boat, fishing alone in the cold snow. "Night Snow" Bai Juyi was surprised to see the coldness of his quilt and the bright window again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. "There are plums but no snow on the snowy plum and plum slope, which is not spiritual. There is snow but no poetry, which makes people vulgar.
At dusk, the sky is full of snow, and the plum blossoms are very spring.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. Zheng Xie (Qing Dynasty) After the Snow in the Mountains The mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light, and the sun is cold.
The plum blossoms are not dripping from the eaves. It is a kind of loneliness but not leisure. Watching the snow Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty), sitting and looking at the depth of the feet, the cold light shines in the dusk.
Dancing in the air. I am so tired that I am so busy when the wind comes. (Qing Dynasty) It's cold and lonely in the village at dusk, and the sad wind can be heard everywhere.
The stream is deep and the snow is unbearable. The mountains are frozen and it is difficult to distinguish the gulls and herons.
There are several plum trees in Yeqiao, and they are all white. It is snowy at night. Juyi is surprised that his quilt is cold, and the window is bright again.
It is late at night and the sound of bamboo breaking is heard.