You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky.
On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places, and grass color is still exposed in some places; In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. As the sun sets, the yellowish sun shines obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seems to be suddenly shy and slightly red.
It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand heavy snow. Those mountains are too fragile. Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snow is flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat.
The autumn when the crops were harvested was sent away, and the snowy winter finally arrived. It's snowing, and pieces of snowflakes are falling from the sky. In a short time, the ground, trees and roofs turned white.
It's warm in spring, warm in summer and quiet in autumn. What about winter? It was just dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so hazy: the mountains are white, the sky is white, and white fog is floating on the water.
I want to touch this strange fog, but it runs around like a naughty child for a while ... The cold wind growls with its thick fingers, grabs the hair of pedestrians wantonly, and stings the skin of pedestrians like needles. Pedestrians have no choice but to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly.
But the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are in high spirits, proudly facing the wind, frost, rain and snow, inspiring people to forge ahead. Shops in the street opened one after another.
I didn't have the heart to appreciate the dazzling array of goods, and I didn't have the heart to taste the mouth-watering food, so I stepped up and went to school to find that winter morning. As the sun rises, the gray fog seems to be rolling all the time. I vaguely see the heads on the playground: one, two, three ... The playground is getting more and more lively.
Look, here comes an old teacher and several young pioneers are saluting him. The old teacher smiled and nodded ... there are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world.
The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.
The snow in the evening is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea water, which can drown everything and have a sense of nudity. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers who go out to war, covered with silver armor, and like pieces of sailing ... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, and there is only one piece of silver between heaven and earth, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
After the snow, the world is decorated with continuous white snow, with lush foliage and jade. This is a gratifying scene of heavy snow. I love snow, I love snow scenes, and I love winter more.
Winter is the ring of the soul. Although winter is very cold, it has incomparable warmth and hope.
As soon as autumn is over, winter will come. Winter is the coldest season among the four seasons.
Winter hasn't arrived yet, but it's already cold. The trees swayed in the wind, and the lowest temperature dropped below zero.
Sleeping in bed at night, I heard the wind whistling outside, like a tiger roaring. The strong wind banged the windows of my house, which made it difficult for the old man to sleep.
The noise is loud enough to wake the sleeping people. I also couldn't sleep for a long time, quietly listening to the wind whistling in the tiger ... It was a long time before I fell asleep in a daze.
When I get up in the morning, I go outside the house. The wind is still blowing, and it doesn't mean to decrease at all. The wind was so strong that it almost knocked me down and I could hardly stand up.
I'm dressed like a big fat man at this time. Although I wear so much and so thick, the wind keeps drilling into my body.
At this time, I saw pedestrians on the road take out all kinds of weapons to keep out the cold, cotton-padded clothes, down jackets, scarves and hats ... but some people still said, "cold, cold!" " It was already so cold before winter came. If winter really comes, I wonder how cold it will be! It may freeze people to death. I always feel bored at home alone, so I go out for a walk with my grandmother. Out of the door, I couldn't help taking a breath of the air after the rain. The air is so fresh.
I saw that the thorns that bloomed brilliantly last week were scared down by the cold wind, and the thorns of wild roses in the community were not as strong as before. As soon as I pressed it, it fell, and so did the pink petals. On the flower bed, pieces of dead leaves fell on it and turned into bowls of sweet spring water after the rain.
Walking on Wu Tong Road, the ground is full of Wu Tong leaves, and the north wind is blowing. They scampered into the road like a group of naughty and lovely little people, and the north wind scampered around in my clothes. Several cypress trees beside the 576 station are still standing without fear. They are so strong and straight.
There are several chrysanthemums beside the school gate, which seems to add some vitality to the deserted campus. Several children are playing by the pool on campus, and the old people are sitting by the pool in groups of three, talking about the past and the present.
The waves rippled, reflecting the surrounding lights.
2. Poems describing the cold winter, windy and rainy, snowing. If there is no hope, cock your ears and keep your eyes clean.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Mao's Works in Mid-December and His Brother's Respect"
Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.
Popular in the North by Tang Li Bai
Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.
Tang Qing's heap science
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 Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
Sheng Xue Biao
Jiangshan is not a thousand miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian
Geng's Snow
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai
I hope to adopt,,,
3. Describe a poem about winter. Autumn wind can't blow the Weihe River.
Passers-by cross the river and become crucian carp
Who is a fallen leaf at the corner of Qingshan Lane?
The loneliness in the eyes gradually turns yellow.
Is it really good medicine?
Everyone knows that love can hurt people in addition to bitterness.
I'm at a loss when you laugh at me shallowly.
Hundreds of boring poems began.
That tree has been destroyed by years.
Half a tree root can't tell those many vows.
Geese fly from the north to the south.
The water in the cold pool is thin, so I can't sleep at night.
You may get it when summer is over.
Will eventually lose
Winter is still late, maybe the past will pass.
I shrink my collar and stand aside.
Just died in the dust, like an alley.
A once cheerful song
Winter suddenly came, and the gorgeous sunshine scratched people's faces a few days ago. The red and yellow peaks are very beautiful against the blue sky.
The girls in the small town are still in full bloom of youth and fashion, but winter has come with an irreversible attitude. In a few gloomy days, the footsteps of winter soon reached the door.
The bustling city seems to be frozen in an instant, and fewer and fewer people ride bicycles. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry with their hands in their pockets, their heads down and their chins in their mouths, but the spacious tourist bus on weekdays is suddenly crowded with people wrapped up. The tall French phoenix trees on both sides of the street were stripped of their shiny skins.
When a few leaves in the street were swollen by the deep red rain, they hung silently on the branches. Next to the bus shelter, a couple hugged each other gently. The girl's hand is quietly inserted in the boy's cotton-padded pocket. The boy stood firm with his back against the cold north wind. The winter night is dark and long. Even in busy streets, people are making faces at each other.
Passing cars separate people, and not far away is a cold, mechanically separated steel torrent. The city where thousands of residents are hiding has no festive atmosphere.
On the contrary, there is something gloomy behind everyone. Luxurious streets are paved with bright and clean tiles, and flashing neon lights show off the beauty of modern cities to people coming and going, while beggars lying or lying in dark corners seem to be talking with people in a hurry.
Winter morning is beautiful in winter morning. Please see if you don't believe me-every morning when I open the door and go out, the biting cold wind blows and comes at me from time to time. Occasionally, naughty little snowflakes fall like dancing.
Hexagonal snowflakes are varied: some are like silver needles, some are like fallen leaves, and some are like pieces of paper ... they are beautiful. Fall to the ground, as if to spread a thick blanket on the ground; Falling on a tree, like wearing silver; It landed in the car like a fresh cream cake.
This beautiful snow scene makes people immerse themselves in fresh air. Everything is wrapped in silver and beautiful.
However, what makes people feel the breath of winter at home is the ice flowers on the window, some of which are like forests and full of mystery; Some are like streams, as if flowing quietly; Some are like Santa Claus, as if to give gifts to people ... Miss Winter is really ingenious! The club is crowded and very lively. People are wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, like cotton bags.
They do morning exercises with beautiful music. There is a thick layer of ice on the artificial lake, and some naughty little students are frolicking on the lake, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time.
... in winter, the weather is very cold. To tell the truth, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I have a strange feeling.
Ah, I love winter, because, in winter, "the wind knows the grass", I love its character.
5. The sentences describing winter come from the internet and members' contributions. (Dong Sigong: "Shou Sui")
5. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Wei: "Four Qi Poems")
6. When the winter comes. (Du Fu.
"Good Words and Sentences Describing Winter in Composition" Excellent "Primary School Composition Materials" was collected by the knowledge treasure house.
Winter hate-lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
A good sentence in winter: "Mei")
7. I don't know if the spraying has started recently, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Early Plum")
8. Children learn to be neighbors in winter, ignorant but precious. (Lu You: Autumn in the Suburb)
9. Every winter on the solstice in Handan, I am accompanied by a hug lamp. Bai Juyi, the sun seems to be afraid of cold. It slipped from east to west, and all the flowers were gone. The sky here is always gloomy, gray and snowy. The north wind roared, and the ice and snow dripped into ice.
It's freezing, the wind is biting, the snow is falling, and it's snowing in Wan Li.
Chimonanthus praecox is in full bloom, and pine and cypress are proud and cold.
Winter snow-like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Winter plum-not freezing in the cold, but growing every year tomorrow.
Winter scenery-the shore has been paved with wax, and the mountains are cold.
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3. The neighbors in the south are even more unforgettable. The solstice of winter brings spring. At last, the wolf is shot, and the snow is as light as a horseshoe.
4. Winter is the best night for promotion. Looking at the northwest, it is only for reference and study, and the winter night is fierce. (Lu You: "Xiaozhi")
1 1. Winter:
1. For example, this winter, it will be held in the west of the city. (Du Fu: Military Vehicle Shop)'
2. The autumn moon is covered with clouds, and the winter ridge is cold and pine. (Tao Yuanming.
The winter wind-falling snow in the distance, rustling and drying the smoke.
Winter-amber Zhuhai sticks to snow, palm brooms sweep clouds.
Winter thinking-four years old is cold, and then you know Bai Wu.
Inauguration ceremony in winter-holding a carved bow like a full moon: "homesickness from winter to day and night")
10. Time and people are squeezing each other.
Winter Sorrow-Where is the home of Qinling Mountains? Snow embraces the green horse.
Winter trip-grass withered eagle eye disease, got plum blossom fragrant.
6. Modern Poetry about Winter 1, Winter Night
Author: Xin Di
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air at night,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?
2. The happiness of snowflakes
Author: Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
3. In the snow
Author: Feng Zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
Winter in the north is winter.
Author: Xu Zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
Teams of athletes who dare to die stand proudly in front of the war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles; Concentrate the semen of life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Straight to the spring sunshine opens the cage of life and releases a fresh tree head!
Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
5. Winter
Author: Godot
Winter has its purpose,
It's chilling.
Deciduous leaves,
Tell the unintentional wind.
It needs rain,
Send away the dry soul.
Waiting for a flower to take shape,
Waiting for the birds to sing,
Waiting for a fish to fly,
Winter has its purpose,
Except for you tonight,
There is still a bright moon left.
Winter has its purpose,
You and I will not travel together.
Give me your warm palm,
Let me feel it,
Cracks in the earth.
Give me your warm palm,
Let me clear the way,
Thick clouds.
Give me your warm palm,
Let me pay my respects,
Dead autumn insects.
But your palm,
Holding the bright moon,
Winter has its purpose,
I can't help being cold.
7. Poems describing the cold winter, windy and rainy, snowing.
A hopeless voice. When the snow in Yanshan Mountain is as big as a seat in Tao Yuanming's "Writing a Dear Brother at the Age of Guimao in Mid-December", when six flying flowers in Xuanyuantaitang's "Popular North" by Li Bai are blown off, sit and watch the bamboo turn into lovely branches. Tang Yong's Snow has no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" only saw dark clouds on the ridge and snow on the rocks, which was already very shocking. There are thousands of bamboo shoots and stones in Qianfeng, and thousands of trees and pines in Qianyun. Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and unclear. Hong Sheng's "Looking at the Snow" jathyapple is not thousands of miles away, and the world is selfless. Huang Geng's "snow" is ivy, with thousands of snow peaks and clear clouds. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan is expected to be adopted.
8. The quatrains about winter-Du Fu, two orioles singing green willows, a line of white dew on the sky.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
From a distance, it is not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away from the mountain, and all the birds on the mountain fly away. The weather is cold and the White Family is poor. A thousand roads without footprints.
Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun.
Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong" The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.
There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.
H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.
Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.
Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.
Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.
Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.
First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
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.
Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.
Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold, and I see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.
Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.
Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.
Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.
Huang Yuan Geng's "Snow" stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are not frozen clearly. Hong Sheng's Looking at the Snow.