1. Poems describing the beautiful scenery outside the window in winter
1. When I woke up in the morning, the winter fog was filled. After the fog cleared, a beautiful scene immediately appeared. The needles of the pine tree were covered with a thick layer of white frost, like a tree of pure white autumn chrysanthemums. After a few blows, the yellow leaves fell one after another.
2. The graceful girls are dancing happily, and the jade butterflies are swirling and flying. Falling on trees, falling on rockeries, landing anywhere they like. Look, some of them are like jungles with lush trees, some are like rugged cliffs, and some are like a vast wilderness, where sheep and horses are happily enjoying the delicious food.
3. The snow kissed me tenderly and sprinkled on my face. It was cool and fell into my neck. It was numb and numb. It was so intoxicating! The snow keeps falling, as if telling people that it most wants to come to the world, leave white traces on the earth, and let the trees enjoy the sweet spring of life. They are as gorgeous as spring flowers, as fluttering as summer butterflies, and as chic as autumn leaves. 2. Is it a Tang poem that describes the beautiful scenery outside the window?
Bian Zhilin's "Fragment of Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
The people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs .
The bright moon decorates your windows,
You decorate other people’s dreams.
Appreciation of Qiong Yao's "Outside the Window" Poetry
Who should care about me?
Who do I deserve to love?
I am willing to turn into a wisp of smoke,
Come and go without any hindrance!
When the drizzle soaks the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
That wandering ghost, wandering around!
That wandering soul, longing to come in!
When the rain soaks the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
No No matter how much people restrict my steps,
I will return and be with you!
I will return and be with you!
-------Out the window
In the deep dusk, across the Double Ninth Festival, how can we not remember Xiaoxiang?
There is a line of floating greenery at the end of the world, and it is hard to tell who is dead. Where is it?
Facing deep water and facing cold mountains, it is the most desolate.
This life is over, there is no basis for reincarnation, it is a waste of thought!
-------Out the window
Life is sad, the world is cold and the future is uncertain.
Drops of tears, wisps of soft intestines, even more infinite sadness.
After pouring a full cup of green wine, I went to the drunken country for a while. Don’t think I am crazy.
Laughter today, sadness tomorrow, things are unpredictable!
Across the world, duckweeds gather together, lamenting that it is hard to find a close friend.
Singing loudly in front of the mountains and whispering by the waterside, we share our sorrows.
There was a sad wind last night and a bitter rain tonight, making it difficult to predict the gathering and separation.
We know each other, have a deep love, and will always be married to each other!
-------Outside the window
The jackdaws have fallen asleep dimly,
The bright moon hangs high above the clouds,
reflecting the quiet Deep in the forest,
What a lovely supper tonight!
The new wind is sighing,
blowing on my forehead,
the stream is still flowing,
friend, where are you? ...
-------Outside the window
Flying flowers burst into tears at the cold window,
The night rain is miserable and the wind is crazy,
Loneliness and deep hatred last longer,
It’s too desolate,
Dreams haunt the soul in vain!
-------Outside the window
The wind blew all night,
It blew thousands of worries,
People were quiet At the end of the night,
I also search for my dreams,
my soul is broken,
there is no limit to tenderness!
-------Outside the Window
Appreciation of "Outside the Window"
Qilu-Buyun Sitting and Looking at the Scenery "Once"
We once watched beautiful movies together and whispered in front of the lotus. The gracefulness adds a hint of austerity, and the shyness is not reduced by half.
The wind is clear and the mood is good, and the moon is bright and the mountains and rivers are free. This scene has entered a new dream now, and it has no longer regained its old appearance.
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It’s hard to store my mood when the moon is out of the window and my soul is wandering. The light wind can be like a half glass of water, how can a dream be stained by lightness?
The purple skirt pretends to be a reminder of this time, and the short scarf retains the warmth of the past. The story is mixed with wine, half crazy and half drunk at night.
Fuyuan Jade: Once upon a time (sitting and watching the scenery)
There was a time when the colors outside the window were colorful, and the infinite style was reflected in the water. It's too stubborn to look down on floating life, and it's too foolish to look for illusions.
Taoyuan is a place with similar nature, and the flowers are leisurely in the reflection. The heart is knotted and the arms are old, and the beauty is cold for a long time.
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The face of the flower and the soul of the moon, the stars of last night no longer exist. Old stories are vaguely visible, and the tall buildings are lonely with traces of white clouds.
The guitar strings are covered with cold dust, and the hands of classmates are warm. It’s fun to laugh at the green wine floating in the cup, and be proud of the wealthy family. 3. Tang poetry, Song poetry, Chinese modern poetry and foreign modern poetry that describe the beautiful scenery outside the window 1!!!!
The sky is full of tall buildings and the dusk is shining, and the rain is falling on the sycamore leaves.
Spring Evening, the green fields are beautiful, and the rocks are high in Baiyuntun - "Enter Penglihukou" by Xie Lingyun of the Southern Dynasty and Song Dynasty. Friends in early spring, it is spring to drive away sorrow, wipe away tears and smile towards the sun, although the torrent of flowers has not yet washed away the winter. The fragrant shackles are flowing over the plains and mountain passes, although there are no songs of birds yet. Thousands of silver beads are flying in the waterfall, rolling in the misty dawn, rolling along the tree-lined avenues at dusk. But wait, once the thunder breaks out, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry. That is The most beautiful and best dream may come brilliantly in one night, but there are still chills and frost-like worries. If you listen carefully on Wulao Peak, the strong wind is still howling and trembling in the valley, but there are already a few little flowers howling together. The little cuckoo is like an unquenchable flame that warms the heaven and the earth. Even the clouds no longer float around. Friends, let us say that the reason why spring is beautiful and fertile is because it has passed through the last material. Pushkin on the winter morning (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 speck 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 brightly on the wilderness like a velvet blanket. The vast expanse of white snow is shining with the sun, and only the transparent woods are dimming.
There are also fir branches glowing green through the hoarfrost: the frozen river is shining 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, lying in bed and daydreaming is really beautiful.
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.