Plum blossoms in Anshi, Wang Song;
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Tang Liu Changqing's Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow;
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.
Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue;
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.
Tang Mengjiao's Bitter Cold;
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Tang Bai Juyi's Snow at Night;
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.
Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold;
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen;
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.
Excerpt from a work in mid-December of Guimao, a tribute to my brother. Tao Yuanming (gold):
It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye.
Jiao Yu (Tang):
Chun Xue's empty curtain leans out and walks into the wild house half-baked. The sky is far away and the mountains are very white, so I can't tell plum blossoms from willow flowers.
Xue Mei (1). Lu Meipo (Southern Song Dynasty):
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry. The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Xue Mei (2):
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
After the snow in the mountains. Zheng Xie (Qing):
Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
Excerpts from ode to snow. Wu Jun (Nanliang):
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.
Excerpt from Tian Xue;
The past month was like a day, and it was gloomy at dawn. Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night and waves dance next year.
To Qing (Tang):
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. Now look up to the sky and cover up the evil ways in the world.
Give my friend Liu (Tang) Bai Juyi a suggestion:
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
Tang Meihua Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold. Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Guan Xue. Yang Wanli (Song)
Sit and watch the depth, Xu Qiang, who is the cold light at dusk. I'm tired of dancing in the air, and the slightest wind is busy.
I don't hesitate to give everything I have, calling it plum blossom and jade without fragrance. Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages.
Wang Xue. Hong Sheng (Qing)
Cold color lonely village dusk, hate Taiwan four wild smell. The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
Seagulls and herons can't tell when they fly, but Sha Ting looks at them. There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white.
Poetry about snow. Huang Tingjian (Song)
Even the empty Chun Xue was as clear as washing. Suddenly I remembered the clear water and saw the sand. Listen to the density at night, but see the full syncline.
The wind dances back to * * *, and flowers bloom instantly. It's freezing, it's better to spend time with peaches and plums.