From: Drinking on Early Winter Night by Du Mu in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Like Ji An, the magistrate of Huaiyang, I often get sick and occasionally have a glass of wine to relieve my worries. Being in a foreign land, my sleeves are covered with frost, and I only keep company with lamps and candles. The snow under the steps is like a white pear. Who will lean on the railing next year?
2, verse: Yan quality is unreasonable, cold is not amiable. What is the longest night? Everyone sleeps alone.
From: Bai Juyi's Midday Winter Night and Xiangling in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: I miss you for many years but I can't see you. The quilt is so cold that I can't get close to my body. How can you stand the longest cold night in a year, what's more, you and I are both lonely and sleepless.
3. Poetry: Ping Ming went to the village bridge, and the snow in Meixi did not disappear. The days are short, the weather is cold, and Chushan is infinitely far away.
From: Jia Dao in the Tang Dynasty, "Winter Night Giving away"
Interpretation: It's just dawn. We will take you to the bridge at the entrance to the village. The heavy snow has not disappeared for several days, and the plum petals on the branches fall with the wind and drift with the flow. In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and it is freezing. You are so sad to leave at this dawn. The endless Chushan, thinking about the long road and the obstacles along the way, has to worry about you.
4, verse: winter nights are cold and eternal, and nights leak into the palace. The grass is white frost, and the wood decays the bright moon. Beautiful clothes reflect faded faces, and Zhu Deng shines on Fahua. Han families are still few, and Gu Ying is ashamed to pay tribute to them.
Said by: A Winter Night in the Tang Dynasty by Wang Wei
Interpretation: In winter, the nights are cold and long, and the drums in the palace are louder. The white grass is covered with thick frost, and its leaves are sparse and cold in Lang Yue. Fine clothes reflect my decline, red lanterns, my white hair. When the imperial court was still young, it couldn't help caring about shadows.
5. Poem: The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad. My hometown is thinking thousands of miles tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty.
Said by: Gao Shi nocturnal travel in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: I was lying alone in the hotel, with cold light on my body, and it was difficult to sleep for a long time. What makes me sad as a tourist? People in my hometown must miss me thousands of miles away tonight; The sideburns have turned gray, and tomorrow is a new year.
2. A sad poem about everything dying in winter.
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
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.
It means that the surrounding mountains are undulating, empty, and there are no birds singing and traces. There are no traces of people in all the paths that shuttle inside and outside the mountain. Only on the wide and calm river, an old fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat is sitting alone in a lonely boat fishing.
Jiang Xue is a five-character landscape poem written by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It describes a cold river, with no pedestrians and birds, only an old man alone in the boat, fishing silently. This is a picture of the snow scene in Zhangjiang Township. The mountain is snow and the road is white. The birds disappeared, and so did the people. The distant scenery is boundless, and your scenery is lonely and cold. The artistic conception is secluded and lonely. The fisherman's image is beautifully carved, clear and complete. Poetry uses rhyme, which always enhances taste and is powerful. Poets through the ages always talk to each other. Throughout the ages, Dan Qing's wonderful hands have been scrambling to draw many moving snow scenes on the river.
"Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao
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.
Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.
What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.
The artistic conception expressed in this poem is: Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and many poems cried for hunger and cold, and poured out their bitterness. His masterpiece "Song of Bitterness and Cold" is a sad portrayal of the poet's life.
About the author: This poem was written by Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao, the word Dongye. Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, his family was poor and he traveled to Hunan and Guangxi, but he never met each other and tried again and again. At the age of 46, he began to learn, and at the age of 50, he became a lieutenant in Liyang. At the beginning of Yuan Hechu, he was engaged in land and water transportation in Henan, trying to understand Lolita and settled in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately. Meng Jiao specializes in writing ancient poems, and there are more than 500 existing poems, mostly short stories and five ancient poems.
This poem describing the severe winter is written by Chao Huan and Su Jian.
Su Shi
I dreamed that the boat floated and shook, and the snow waves shook thousands of hectares of white.
I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes and countless green walls are opened depending on the sky.
This growth is closely followed by Xi and others who are guests of Jiangnan with you.
Swimming in the dream, waking up to enjoy, are flying shuttles, are throwing.
Tomorrow the west wind will still hang, singing my new words and tears.
After all the elves have gone, Chushan is empty, and Li Yang and Lan Zhi have no color.
You are a dream, Wuling is in the southwest pole.
"Zhuzhici" and Mo Mian's new singing, who means the separation of ancient and modern?
Yimen Snow is for the owner.
Meng Jiao
Yimen poor people sing snow, Yimen rich people drink. The sound of wine idles in the snow pin,
The sound of snow is strong and sad. Sorrow and joy come and go, and the spring breeze in Wan Li moves willows.
Song of late snow
Both the rich and the poor like snow and sunshine, and they are willing to go out. Seeing the fibers in the mirror sea, the ice sky floats.
Xianxing, every family sells dust. The child fingered the jade and sang the sacred dynasty.
There is an endless stream of gas, and there are few immortals. At first, Wang Zhi was lucky, but in the end, she doubted the different ceremonies.
The streets are clean and embarrassing. People are willing to look east, and Cuihua is still far west.
I'm worried about whether the sky is thin or thick. Worry leads to peace, so Yao is not as good as Yao.
There are unclear old words and hidden new words. Be a drinker and a singer.
It is difficult to choose the sound, and the sound is cut at the right time. Similarities and differences between China's ancient prose and law before today.
I hope that in Yao Yan, I will play all the songs about depression.
Yu He's little method
Xie Zhen
Zhao Hui is mountainous and looks at Juyongguan from a distance.
Clouds come from three sides, and the wind gives birth to thousands of horses.
After collecting the dust, it was quiet and a few people were idle.
Suddenly, people who abandon their bodies are ashamed of their temples.
Bitter and cold song
Liujia
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.
Bamboo poles are bitter and sweet, and I love to hold bitter festivals.
Birds sing with sadness and joy. I love to bleed.
If Pan Sheng can recite songs, his white hair will grow earlier.
Bitter and cold song
Meng Jiao
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.
Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.
What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.
Dongwuyin
Cao Ye
My heart is like a tiger on the mountain, and my body is like a mouse in a warehouse.
By the gate, no one spoke to it.
At the banquet, General Li's wishes were mutual.
I once listened to my words and greedily teased girls in Handan.
Alone in Huang Jintai, tears of sadness are like rain.
Quasi-chanting eleven
Yuxin
Shake the autumn to be angry, desolate and resentful.
Weeping dry Hunan water bamboo, crying bad Qi Liangcheng.
When the sky dies, it will be angry, and the day will be sad.
The rainbow shines on the base, and the starry night falls on the camp.
Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind dies.
A glass of wine in front, who is famous behind.
popular song
Gu Zhenguan
I drifted for a long time! In the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful and have been a teacher and friend.
In the past, it was not shameful to stand on the same starting line. I just watched Ling Du be poor and thin. He never lost. Yelang is sad and lives a long life. Say goodbye. He asked whether life in the north was bleak. Don't hate it, cut it for my brother.
My brother gave birth to Xin Wei, and I was ugly, but when he was young, frost destroyed him and he was born prematurely.
From now on, write less ci and fu, and keep your heart and soul together. I hope so, Heqing Life Insurance! Hurry back to Japan to write a manuscript. Pass on the empty name and cook, and talk nonstop.
4. The poem about winter sadness is 1, and the warm sun in autumn is not as tender as dandelion wings. Beginning of winter will arrive as scheduled tomorrow, and a snowstorm has hit the north. The depth of winter is unfathomable. I want to be Jinsong for the first time. I am very strong and proud in the destroyer Xuefeng. Xiao Shanchun's Winter Pain
It was freezing cold and raining in Mao Mao last night. Feng Xiao Linhai osteoclasts are cold. Another year, until Bai Yang got drunk. It's sad to be cold and hot, bitter and idle. How difficult it is to find a boat and tread the waves. Dare to be proud of Mei until death do us part. Du Fu's "Waves of Sand Hurt Winter" 20 12
3. The wind over the Sanjiang River is light and the clouds are light, the leaves are full of frost, and the moon is full of frost. Autumn sounds are fading away, and winter colors are coming across the window. Thin shadows of plum blossoms, loose snow falling, and low clouds at dusk. Dye dark fragrance.
Dimfragrance, Dimfragrance, wrong place. One day, one water. Looking at it, I can't see through it, full of vicissitudes. Only the shadow is empty, where is the word bleak? Add your heart to wine and drink it with tears in your eyes, and you will be dry and heartbroken. "Introduction to Winter Mourning Plum Blossoms in Jiangcheng" Author: Love Rain Flower.
4, autumn wind autumn leaves autumn night autumn to autumn, winter plum winter snow winter spirit force winter. Hurt, hurt, hurt, thoughts full of hurt, tears streaming down her face. Tears in Autumn and Winter Author: Love tears, want to rain.
In the winter in the north, the face is blown by the strong wind, and the ground is lonely and drunk, tired and sleeping soundly. Luo Yung's Remnant Winter in the North.
5. A sad winter song Bai Juyi was pregnant with Xiangling on the solstice of winter.
There is no reason to look at beauty, and it is cold and unfriendly.
What is the longest night? Everyone sleeps alone.
Lu Wen's Winter Night is that thing.
When you are worried, lie back. It's a long night.
The wind blows snow like a flower and the moon shines like a mirror.
Bai Juyi smells insects on winter nights.
Cordyceps sinensis sounds bitter in autumn, and it is difficult to understand people's sadness.
I am an old man who is not afraid to listen. A teenager should not listen to Bai Juntou.
Jia Dao gives people away on winter nights.
Pingming went to the village bridge, but the snow in Meixi did not disappear.
The days are short, the weather is cold, and Chushan is infinitely far away.
Wei Zhuang winter night
The wine in the cold stove is half gone, and the guest's homesickness is far away.
No one sharpened my sword for me to cut off an inch of sorrow.
Dumuchu winter night drink
I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.
The snow on the steps is like a bunch of white pears. Who will be on the fence next year?
Li Shangyin and Han Donglang improvised a poem to surprise others ... and became members of the team.
When I was ten years old, I cut a poem and became a horse.
On Danshan Road in Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one.
Lu Guimeng Liu Dong
Liu Ting leaned against the savage window, and the dilapidated strip was next to Jiang.
This is where the frost and wind separate, and the cold seagulls start in pairs.
Du Fu's Early Winter
I am old and narrow, and I am cold and dark.
Fishing boats are in a hurry, and fire is hunting in Gao Lin.
Every day, I get drunk and worry about Fu Liang.
The war has not stopped, so what is the source?
Du Fu's Deep Winter (A Day's Work)
Flowers and leaves follow God's will, rivers and streams * * * Shi Gen.
The morning glow follows the shadow, and the cold water follows the trace.
Yang Zhu is prone to tears, but Chu's soul is hard to suck.
The wind and waves are unstable at dusk. Who will stay?
6. Sentences describing winter sadness 1. Winter is inherently sentimental, quiet sometimes makes people panic, and white sometimes makes people feel lonely. In the sad winter, have you ever met anything that makes you sad?
I believe that winter is the season of farewell. Youth, suffering, hope, despair, warmth ... all beautiful and desolate words are shouted out from this season, and there is no time to say goodbye in panic, which condenses into a sad expression that is gradually incomprehensible in time. Huang Like Shujun's "Non-stop Sorrow" seems to see the beautiful silhouette of youth passing by with sadness, but he can't stop to say goodbye.
3. Monotonous pure white haunts the earth in winter. It also seems to bring a sense of loneliness. White is always so sad and beautiful. It makes winter cold. Flowers are no longer in full bloom, birds are contending, the sun is no longer blazing, and storms are raging. Even fruitful, phoenix tree dancing never appeared. Winter is like a angels in white, bringing a quiet beauty immersed in sadness. Listening to the voice of mother tree, I fell asleep. Because he knew that winter was coming. Hay is ignited and burned violently, turning itself into ashes, warming your frozen heart with fire, and drifting away with the winter wind, where will it be white?