Poetry or prose about winter

Poetry in winter:

First, join the army (4)

Don Wang Changling

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Second, I saw 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.

Third, miscellaneous poems

Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Did the plum blossom when you came to the carved window of my house?

Fourth, in mountainous areas.

Wang Wei

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Fifth, don't be big.

Tanggaoshi

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.

Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world doesn't know you.

Sixth, the owner of every snow in Furong Mountain.

Don Liu Changqing

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

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Seven, plug the song (2)

Tanglulun

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.

Eight, join the army north.

Don

After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea is cold, and it is difficult to blow the flute all over.

There were 300,000 people in the village, and I looked back at the moon for a while.