Night snow, snow watching, Xue Mei, singing snow, hunting, Jia Jia, Longmen Town, Tie Liang Gorge, Xiashi and SaiQu Xia are popular in the north and send people to join the army.
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1, I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. It snows at night
It is a five-character quatrain "Night Snow" written by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Original text:
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
I'm really surprised that the quilt and pillow are cold and the window is bright tonight. It's late at night, and I know it's snowing heavily outside. I hear the sound of thick snow breaking branches from time to time.
2, the breeze shakes the tree, and the fine snow falls under the curtain. Snow song
Ode to Snow, a five-character ancient poem by Wu Yun, a writer and historian in the Southern Dynasties.
Original text:
The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain.
The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower.
I didn't see Yang, but I saw Gui Zhibai.
No tears, no humanity, what's good about lovesickness?
Translation:
The slight wind gently shook the trees in the courtyard, and the thin snow fell in the gap of the bamboo curtain. She is floating in the air like fog, and there are beautiful flowers on the steps. I can't see the willow sprouting in the yard to welcome the spring, and the cassia twig is white, but it is just an empty branch. Sad tears, but no one can say this feeling. What's the use of being so affectionate and sad?
3. Sunset poems are full of snow all day, which is very beautiful in spring. Xue Mei
Xue Mei is a seven-character quatrain written by Lu Meipo, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Original text:
There are plums, no snow and no spirit,
Snow without poetry.
Sunset poems are covered with snow all day,
Make ten springs with Mei.
Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament. If it snows without poetry, it will be tacky. When I wrote this poem at sunset in winter evening, it just snowed again. Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
4, grass withered eagle eye disease, light snow. go hunting
From the Five Laws of Hunting written by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei.
Original text:
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.
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.
Translation:
The wind heard the sound of the horn bow blowing through the world, and I saw the general hunting heroically in the Acropolis. Yellow grass makes the eagle's eyes sharper; The melting of ice and snow found the steed extraordinarily brisk. In a blink of an eye, I passed the Xinfeng wine market, and soon I rode back to Xiliuying. Looking back at the place where the general shot down the bird carving, thousands of miles of white clouds were even flat in the evening. ?
5. Smoked spring fishing is quiet, and the igloo is deep at night. Popular in the north
Popular North, an ancient poem written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, borrowed the ancient name of Yuefu.
Original text:
Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind came up angrily.
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 side, leave this tiger, gold, shovel, shovel.
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.
Translation:
Legend has it that there lived a Candle dragon in the cold door of the north. His eyes were the sun and the moon. His eyes were open during the day and closed at night. Even the light of the sun and the moon can't shine here! Only the north wind whistling all over the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and one piece falls on Xuanyuantai. In this cold December, a homesick woman in Youzhou is smiling and frowning at home.
She leaned against the gate and stared at the passers-by, expecting her husband to come back from the Great Wall, which was a bitter and cold place.
When the husband left, he took the sword in his hand and left a blade, leaving only an arrow bag with a tiger skin and a gold handle at home. There are a pair of white arrows in it, which have been hanging on the wall. It was covered with cobwebs and dust.
Now his arrow is there, but man will never come back. He has died in the border town! How can I bear to see this old thing if people don't exist? So I burned it to ashes. Although the Yellow River is deep, it still embraces the earth, but this hatred of where you will go, such as this long north wind, rain and snow, is overwhelming and boundless.