Ancient poems with the theme of snow

The ancient poems about snow are as follows:

1, a song of snow farewell to the field-secretary Wu goes home-.

The north wind swept the ground, the white grass was torn off, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people. The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment. In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

2. Furong Mountain in Snow-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.

3. Snow-Luo Yin.

It is said that the snow omen is a good year. What kind of good year will it be? There is a poor man in Chang 'an, and I said there is no good snow.

4, "Snow"-Han Yu.

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.

5. How to deal with the snow in the garden-Song Wenzhi?

The purple forbids the fairy to come, and the green flag leans on the spring platform. I don't know whether the court will open today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.

6, "Jiang Xue"-Liu Zongyuan.

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.

7. Night on December 15th-Yuan Mu.

More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died. The window is brighter, and it snows every day.

Xue Mei-Lu Meipo.

Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry. The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

9. "On Snow"-Du Fu.

Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind. The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.

10, "Cai Sangfei likes to despise looks"-Nalan Xingde.

Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.

1 1, after the snow in the mountain-Zheng Xie.

When I opened the door in the morning, it was full of snow. The eyes were pale and the sun was cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

12, Night Snow-Bai Juyi.

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.

13, drinking for dreams on a snowy night-Bai Juyi.

As a lazy and slow gardener, * * * is interested in rainy and snowy days. A little wine is sold all night, and a big smile is given to the elderly. After being a general for a long time, he became an old man and was often called a scattered fairy. It is appropriate to call it scattered fairy, and I have seen the East China Sea turn into a mulberry field.

14, mocking Wang Liyang for refusing to drink-Li Bai.

The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands. Laugh to death Tao Yuanming, because you don't drink that wine. You've really gone from wave to wave, planting five willows virtually. What does wearing a headscarf mean to you?

15, see the snow-Li Shimin.

Frozen clouds cover the mountains, and the snow is shining. Broken into thousands of pieces, the wind is too oblique. No makeup, no trees, no flowers. I am ashamed of the sunset, and I thank Chen Xia for breaking the color.