Introduction: Most of the ancient poems about winter snow express the spirit of perseverance. Now I will bring you a collection of ancient poems about winter snow. Welcome to read!
Ancient poems about winter snow (1)
"Composition in the Wind and Snow" by Tang Bai Juyi
At the end of the year, the wind stirs the earth, and the night is cold and snowy. Where can I stay, in front of a warm tent and a warm stove?
Two layers of brown silk quilt, one collar of flower velvet felt. When the porridge is cooked, I can’t help but sleep peacefully.
At this time, the mind and body are free from distractions. I spent the past six years living there to survive the wind and snow.
I suddenly think about the tourists from far away, and then think about the scholars from the early court. Walking at night is freezing cold, and the coldness has not yet arisen.
The heart is the king and father of the body, and the body is the subject of the heart. The lack of physical freedom is all caused by the mind.
Since my heart is content, my body is at peace. The shape of the words is small, I should live up to you.
"Shangzhou Guest House" Mengjiao, Tang Dynasty
The wind and snow in Shangshan are strong, and the wanderers wear only single clothes. I can't see the way around, and my lungs and liver are full of worries.
The days are short and sleep is easy to grow old, and the nights are long and the weather is cold. Tears stream down the Xiaoxiang strings, and the tunes are played in the Song Dynasty.
Recognizing sounds is easy today, but recognizing meaning was difficult in ancient times. The sound and meaning are now distinguished, and Gao Ming can discern its origin.
《Zhongling Night Works》Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty
The windy and snowy night in Zhongling is about to get deep, and I sit facing the cold river and chant alone. Who can ask when you are wandering in the world? Shaoqing should know Ziqing's heart.
"Song of Heavy Snow" by Li Xianyong of the Tang Dynasty
The same cloud is as miserable as the anger of the sky, and the cold dragon shakes its mane and flies dry rain. The flowers in the jade garden are floating unevenly, and the wind in the Milky Way is shaking the sand.
Thank you guest for not staying at Pingxuan, but I lost my sight of Zongheng Road. It should be that Xihe was tired and fainted at dawn, and temporarily turned away from Yuanyuan and returned to Taisu.
Returning to Taisu, I wonder if it will win the hearts of the people?
"Climbing the Tower in Heavy Snow on the First Day of Fenghe Shengzhi" by Zhang Yifang of the Tang Dynasty
The appropriate years are falling one after another, Tian Baoyao Flowers help things flourish. Since ancient times, it has been marked as auspicious, and no one can compare it to Yanghua.
The densely floating powder is as bright as the cold, and the static pressure of the green pines is almost slanting. Not only the ministers were singing happily, but also the whole family was singing and dancing drunkenly.
Ancient poems about winter snow (2)
"Watching Hunting" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
The strong wind and the sound of bows and horns, the general hunts for Weicheng. The grass is dry, the hawk's eye is weak, and the snow is gone, and the horse's hooves are light. Suddenly we passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliu Camp. Looking back at the shooting place, the clouds are flat at dusk for thousands of miles.
"Looking at the Remaining Snow in the South" by Tang Zuyong
The Yin ridge in the South is beautiful, with snow floating in the clouds. The forest shows its bright color, and the city becomes colder at dusk.
"Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Ask Liu Nineteenth" Tang Bai Juyi
Green ants' new fermented wine, red clay small stove. It's snowing in the evening, and I can't help but drink a cup.
"Plum Blossom" by Song Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
Ancient poems about winter snow (3)
"Travel to the North Wind" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and its brilliance is as bright as day. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning against the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold. When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.
There is an arrow with white feathers in it, and a spider builds a web and creates dust. The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes. The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
"Farewell to Dong Da" by Tang Gaoshi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds are shining in the daytime, and the north wind is blowing wild geese and snow. Don't worry, there will be no friends in the future. No one in the world will know you.
"Song under the Sai" Tang Lulun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
"Learning Liu Gong's Style" Bao Zhao from the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The wind blows the snow, and it travels thousands of miles across Longshan Mountain.
On the Jijun Yao stage, two couplets were flying in front of them. This morning, because you are beautiful, you should avoid the bright sun. On the Peach and Plum Festival, the sun is too bright to be beautiful.
"Sitting on a Snowy Night in the Village" by Tang Bai Juyi
Sitting with a lamp behind the south window, the wind and sleet are dark. Lonely at night in the village, I can hear the remnants of wild geese in the snow.
Ancient poems about winter snow (4)
"Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight" Folk Songs from the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The abyss is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. My heart is like a pine and a cypress, how can your love be the same?
"A banquet in the snow in Luoxia and Lotte is sent to Li Shangshu in Bianzhou" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
There is nothing wrong in Luo City with enough cups and plates. The wind and snow are at the end of the year. Because I saw cold birds in the trees, I sat down to clean up all the idle officials.
It’s so refreshing to play music and sing frequently, and it’s even more fun to laugh and forget to know what to do. Thinking about today's meeting in Rabbit Garden, Qionglin's eyes are full of flag poles.
"Cold Plum Poems" by Li Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The frosty plum trees first remove the branches at the top of the ridge, leaving thousands of flowers frozen. The taste of the soup is still there, let him be bullied by the wind, snow and bitterness.
"Winter in Chang'an" by Tang Du Xunhe
It was windy and snowy near Larao, and I was sitting in a spare room freezing. After the scholar has taught him this, it is difficult to know how God's will will turn.
The ape sings three times and looks like a branch of withered cypress. We should still be fair, but we can't endure the mountain period.
"Drinking Alone" by Du Mu of Tang Dynasty
There is a wind and snow outside the window, and the stove opens the wine vat. It's like fishing in the rain and sleeping under the tent in the autumn river.
"Working in the Wind and Snow" by Tang Bai Juyi
At the end of the year, the wind stirs the earth, and the night is cold and snowy. Where can I stay, in front of a warm tent and a warm stove?
Two layers of brown silk quilt, one collar of flower velvet felt. When the porridge is cooked, I can’t help but sleep peacefully.
At this time, the mind and body are free from distractions. I spent the past six years living there to survive the wind and snow.
I suddenly think about the tourists from far away, and then think about the scholars from the early court. Walking at night is freezing cold, and the coldness has not yet arisen.
The heart is the king and father of the body, and the body is the subject of the heart. The lack of physical freedom is all caused by the mind.
Since my heart is content, my body is at peace. The shape of the words is small, I should live up to you.