Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. -Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" thousands of miles away, the flowers are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. -Tang Du Fu's poem "Jiangnan Spring" 1, a song of white snow sent to the wild-clerk Wu went home, Tang Censhen's north wind rolled white grass, 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, "The Lord of the Lotus Mountain in the Snow" Liu Tang Changqing is far away from Cangshan at dusk, and the cold is white. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Climbing the mountain, Tang Du Fu sobbed in a sharp wind from the wide sky, and the birds were flying home to the clear lakes and white beaches. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
In the windy Tang Dynasty, Li Qiao had three autumn leaves and could blossom in February. Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt.
Night parking near Fengqiao, Zhang Ji, cold night, Jiang Feng, fishing, fire, I am worried about not sleeping. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Don't think about the white dress, the ten-mile pavilion, the frost all over the sky, when will the hair turn white? There is no regret in this life, and there is fate in the afterlife. Smile like a flower, how can it be lingering like water? Feeling so deep that I just miss home and dance freely in Pengshan.
2. Wind, frost, rain and snow poems, stroke poems
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. The wind blows the general to hunt Weicheng. (Wang Wei's Hunting)
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)
Wildfire never completely devoured them, and they grew taller again in the spring breeze. (Pretending to be Yi's Farewell to Ancient Grass)
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. sneak into the night with the wind, and the slippery objects are silent. Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night)
7. Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. ("Farewell Du to Shu")
8. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu; It's too cold up there. (Su Shi's Water Tune? When did the moon begin to appear? )
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. (Li Shangyin's Untitled)
10. The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low. Song of Chile
Rain in poetry
1. But now I think of that night, that storm, I don't know how many flowers I folded. Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
2. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. (Wang Wei's "Mountain Autumn Borer")
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. (Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night")
It didn't rain on the mountain road, and my clothes were wet. (In the Mountains by Wang Wei)
5. Green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber, no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle. (Zhang "Yu Gezi")
6. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
7. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
8. Wu, a cold rainy night person, is seeing Chu Mountain off. (Wang Changling "Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn")
9. Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. (Wang Wei's "Send Yuan Er An Xi")
10. The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. (Su Shi's Rain after Drinking on the Lake)
Snow in poetry
1. The withered eagle suffers from eye diseases, and the snow is as light as a horseshoe. (Wang Wei's Hunting)
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)
3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. (Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom)
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. (Wang Changling's "Seven Military Services")
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. (Li Bai's "Hard to Walk")
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. (Gao Shi "Don't be big")
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. Du fu's quatrains
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
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3. Poetry with wind, frost, rain and snow. Thank you for your reference only ~ ~ ~
Wind:
1 Deciduous Sanqiu, flowering in February.
When crossing the river, thousands of feet waves will prick bamboo.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
But now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken.
Why should the flute blame the willow? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
6 sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently.
7 Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll fog out of the mountain.
There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.
9 Heroism gives birth to heaven and earth, and ascends to heaven.
10 fluttering in Mo Ding, Tantan dry Kun shake.
Frost:
1 The autumn wind is bleak and cool, and the vegetation is frosty.
The moonlight in front of the window, will it have frosted? .
3 chickens come out of the Maodian, and people are full of Banqiao cream.
In April, a wild goose passed the company camp, and the ancient city was covered with frost.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps on fire.
6 convince customers camel hoof flower soup, frost orange and orange.
7 stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Ten years of hard work, grinding out a sword, the blade of the cold light flashing, but did not try its edge.
Listening to Shouxiang wall playing flute at night, before returning to Yuefeng, the sand is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost.
10 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
Rain:
1 Seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three before the rainy mountain.
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy.
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Dark clouds cover the sky, while white rain throws pearls at the boat.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
7 sneak into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
In late autumn, there are thousands of rain curtains, and the balcony is blown by the sunset.
10 there are two red mansions to keep out the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl screen lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
Snow:
1 The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.
Wind scares bamboo, and snow covers mountains.
I don't know whether the court will open today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.
The earth is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands.
5 Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai.
6 clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dance returns.
On the bamboo in the sunset, the snow in the mountain.
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking.
Nine Thousand Peaks, Bamboo Shoots and Stones and Thousand Jade Trees, Wan Yun.
10 The snow in Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a piece of plum fragrance.
4. Describe wind, frost, rain and snow, windy and rainy. The ancient poem "Yun Teng is like smoke, and the dense rain is like scattered silk."
(gold? Zhang Xie's Ten Miscellaneous Poems describes the rain as dense as scattered silk thread. "The residual rainbow collects rain, and there is no new flow on the shore."
("Southern Dynasties Chen? Zhang wrote in "Boating on the Back Lake" that at the beginning of the summer shower, the rainbow broke on the horizon, and the rising lake water flowed out of the gap to form a new flow. "Wet peach blossom rain, blowing face is not cold. "
(Tang? The drizzle in the apricot blossom season will deeply wet the clothes; The breeze blowing willow branches makes people feel warm and sweet, and the poet makes people feel Zen. "See you in Xiaoyutang, and you will understand better" (Tang? Du Mei's "Qiu Si") is slightly rainy, and the pond in the rain is full of artistic conception; The good wind blows and the sleeves are warm.
"The rain is steep and the clouds are low." (Tang? Dai Shulun's "Sulingyan Temple" describes the mountain scenery seen by the poet on the mountain road of Lingyan Temple (located at the northern foot of Fangshan Yangshan Mountain in Changqing County, Jinan suburb) in the rain.
"Rain and wet clothes are invisible, and idle flowers fall to the ground to listen to silence." (Tang? Liu Changqing's "Don't Say a Poetry Garden") drizzle wet clothes, does not show its shape; Idle flowers fall to the ground, but their voices are not seen, which can be described in detail.
"Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze." (Tang? Du Fu's "Two Water Sills") Only when it rains in Mao Mao, the fish will float, and it will not come out when it rains heavily; Only the "breeze" makes the swallow oblique. If the wind is also down, it won't fly.
Observing the scenery in the breeze and drizzle is full of interest. "The rain in thousands of feet shakes the bottom of the river, and the bamboo in the court shakes a window in autumn."
(Tang? Du Xunhe's "Leaving a Topic for Zhang Tingxia" makes the scenery interesting by comparing the falling rain with the fluttering sound. "After the rain, the willow branches are heavy and loose with deep smoke."
(Tang? Zhang said that willow branches bring rain, branches and leaves gain weight, and the pine color is deep in the misty rain. "Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild."
(Tang? Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi on Chuzhou") Spring tides surge, the rain suddenly rises, pedestrians disappear, and boating is horizontal, which shows the beauty of boating. "It rains at home in Huangmei season, and the grass pond is full of flowers."
(Song? Zhao Shixiu's "You Yue" depicts the idyllic scenery of Huangmei in the south of the Yangtze River with rainy days and frogs everywhere. "Outside the forest in the spring rain, the apricot blossoms are numerous on the first day of the house."
(Song? Ouyang Xiu's "Tian Jia") Pigeons sound sweet in the distance, and apricot flowers reflect the sun nearby. The movements are appropriate, and the sound and sound set each other off, showing the beautiful spring scenery of farmers in the south of the Yangtze River. "The earth is frequently urged by rain, and thousands of flowers are in bloom."
(Song? Spring Breeze and Spring Rain, one of the idyllic scenes of the four seasons in Fan Chengda, moistens the earth, plants sprout and flowers bloom, weaving into a vibrant spring scene. "Dark clouds turn over ink and don't cover mountains, while white rain jumps over boats" (Song? Su Shi's "Five Exquisites of Drunk Books in Wanghulou on June 27th" wrote: Dark clouds are rolling ink, and summer shower clouds have not yet covered the mountain, but raindrops like pearls are also hitting the cabin.
"The wind is like a mountain, and the rain is like a river." (Song? Lu you wrote the trend of the wind and rain.
"It's thundering, and rain is coming." (Ming? Li Panlong's "Yangguangshan Road") Thunder roared like a thousand peaks; The rain is pouring down and the smoke clouds are rolling, like thousands of peaks coming head-on, writing the momentum of thunderstorms.
"A wild goose falls into the sky, and the mountain floats with rain." (Qing? Look up the sentence written on Shen Xing's "Deng Bao's Fifth Floor": When the rainstorm comes, geese fly to shelter from the rain; The next sentence said that the rainstorm came quickly and the mountains seemed to float in the rain.
In addition, there are many poems that are lyrical because of rain. Such as: "the wind and rain are like dark, and the chickens are like crowing."
("Poetry? Zheng Feng? Wind and rain) was originally written about wind and rain, darkness and cock crow, but now it is used to refer to dark politics and people's desire for social clarity. " Autumn wind, thousands of villages, thousands of villages in the rain. "
(Tang? TanYongzhi's "Autumn Rain Stay in Xiangjiang River") has a long Xiangjiang River, and the autumn wind blows, and the lotus flowers compete with each other and the scenery is quite good; And thousands of families, wild vines full of walls, shrouded in heavy yellow rain, a bleak. The two sentences are relative, and the beautiful scenery is more suitable for the hardships and haggard of the people.
"You ask the return date is not fixed, and it rains late in autumn pond. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window, it talks about the rain at night. "
(Tang? Li Shangyin's "A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night") The poet looked out the window at the continuous autumn rain and couldn't help flying. He imagined that after returning home, he and his wife would cut the night candle under the west window and tell about their lovesickness in the evening rain. "The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is raining."
(Southern Song Dynasty? Wen Tianxiang's Yuan soldiers invaded the Song Dynasty, and the country was in trouble. Mountains and rivers are broken like catkins, personal life is like raindrops, and there is a danger of sinking at any time. "Haitang does not hesitate to rouge, and it is independent."
(Song? Chen's "Cold Spring" expresses the author's uncompromising spirit with violent forces through the independent flower of the sea in the drizzle. "The clouds began to sink, and rain was coming."
(Tang? Xu Hun's "The East Building of Xianyang City" truly describes the scene of the frenzied tower wind before the arrival of Shan Yu, and later refers to the tense atmosphere before the great event is about to happen. "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
(Song? Lu You lived in a small building on a spring night, and after listening to the sound of wind and rain all night, he thought that the apricot flowers were in bloom, and the sound of selling apricot flowers would come tomorrow morning, which made me feel cheerful. "The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin."
(Song? Xu Fu's "Spring Tour of the Lake") In the middle of the lake in the spring rain, the bridge was blocked, how melancholy; Suddenly, the boat came from under Liu Yin, which was a surprise! There is no emotion, but it is skillfully expressed in the tortuous details. "Guo Jing has changed for many years, and suddenly he listened to the spring rain and recalled Jiangnan."
(yuan? Yu Ji's "Listening to the Rain" poet has lived in Beijing for many years, and no longer has a strong yearning for his hometown as in those years, but his homesickness has been smoldering in his heart. Intermittent spring rains can not help but evoke the author's nostalgia for spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
5. Wind, frost, rain, snow, poetry and night meditation
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Moonlight before bed,
People suspect that there is frost on the ground.
Looking up at the moon,
Keep your head down and think about your hometown.
Zhangji is a night berth near Fengqiao.
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship.
At night, I heard the flute on the wall of Shouxiang.
Before returning to Lefeng, the sand was like snow, and the moon outside the city was like frost.
I don't know where to play the flute, but I want to visit my hometown overnight.
Egrets fly in front of mount cisse,
Peach blossom and flowing water mandarin fish fertilizer.
Keywords green bamboo hat, green hemp fiber,
There is no need to return to the oblique wind and drizzle.
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.
The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain
Don 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.
go hunting
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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.
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6. The beautiful sentence describing wind, frost, rain and snow is not a poem, but an urgent need. They are about 600 words in total, and they are sprinkled on the Internet, falling quietly, like the silver thread spit out by countless silkworm mothers.
Thousands of filaments are rippling in mid-air. The long veil covered the black fields.
Silky light rain fell from the sky, the raindrops were so small and the rain curtain was so dense that the mountains were covered with a layer of white gauze, like cicadas. The rain is fine and cotton, like catkins floating in spring.
Rain like fog, fog like rain, lingering. In an instant, raindrops became lines, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky collapsed.
It rained lightly in the morning. Although it has cleared up now, the road is still slippery. The crops in the fields on both sides were washed away by the rain, and there was a fresh and moist smell in the air. The strong wind rolled the heavy rain like countless whips, hitting the glass window hard.
I saw the North Sea roaring. Showers are beating the ground, and the rain is flying, splashing and foggy.
Autumn rain is like smoke and fog, floating silently in the rubble, on the litter in the open space, getting wet on the ground, the house and the trees. It's raining in Mao Mao, and the raindrops seem to be accompanied by a little dance music. I can't help being tempted by the world outside the window.
Beautiful flowers in the rain, just like wearing a crystal dress, are more delicate and charming. Under the flashing of neon lights, raindrops are like bright pearls, dazzling, and seem to be more beautiful than gems and diamond rings.
These "little pearls" seem to be dancing ballet beside them, and once they get up and down, they look like willow trees dancing with water droplets. After the baptism of spring rain, the air is fresh and moist, the leaves are green, the spring flowers are in full bloom and the grass is full of vitality.
Naughty Mao Mao rain, began to float, straight to the steaming pedestrian's face, giving people a cool feeling. Didi Didi.
This sound is light and soft, like the sound of grain seeds sprouting, like the sound of grass growing leaves, like the sound of soil on the tip of bamboo shoots ... it is obviously spring rain, isn't it a symbol of the gentle character of spring? Fine rain silk is woven into a huge rain curtain, which connects heaven and earth and splashes the scenery on the ground. A storm is coming! As soon as the wind blows, the rain curtain floats from behind the mountain, instantly turning the world into a vast expanse of whiteness.
Rain is the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which naturally has the characteristics of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. It is gentle and soft. Not like rain, but like wisps of smoke, clouds of fog, diffuse between heaven and earth.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, people are laughing and laughing in the rain, and children are squatting by a small puddle like a mirror, smiling at each other with their own shadows, pointing and teasing. It happened that the weather was bad, and it began to rain in Mao Mao around three o'clock. The rain slowly fell on my face like smoke.
Raindrops are heavy and fall obliquely on the windowsill with the wind, and watermarks immediately appear on the dry blue bricks. When the rain hits the banana, it seems that an excellent pianist is playing a beautiful tune, melodious and beautiful, very beautiful.
I don't know when it began to rain. Rain is as light and thin as spun silk. I can't hear the intermittent sound, and I can't feel the sound of rain dripping. The rain kept pouring down, and the raindrops kept hitting the earth, as if there was a big watering can in the sky, drenching the earth.
People are wearing colorful umbrellas. Looking from upstairs, they see umbrellas moving in the rain, colorful, just like a beautiful watercolor painting. Rain flows down the steep slope like a river, and my balcony becomes Wang Yang.
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, lightning and thunder. Suddenly, heavy rain seemed to pour down from mid-air and became a gray misty rain world. The rain in Mao Mao, as you can imagine by its name, is small and thin, if nothing.
The rain is falling, horizontal, vertical, oblique and dense, like a broken bead and a huge silk, dancing between heaven and earth. It snows in winter, with heavy snow, the cold wind whistling and the trees scratching.
Snow as white as silver falls quietly and gently ... Snowflakes float gently and evenly, dressing up the earth as a world wrapped in silver. Cotton-wool-like snowflakes are swirling.
Large tracts of snowflakes fell from the dark sky, and in an instant, mountains, rivers, fields and villages were covered in snow. Overnight, the earth was covered with a white quilt.
The tree is white, the house is white and everything is white. Snowflakes are flying in large numbers and playing happily in the air.
In the severe winter, snowflakes pounce on the earth, as if to swallow up the whole world, leaving every corner untouched. After a while, the snow stopped, and the whole earth seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, as if shrouded in a layer of silver fog.
Snowflake, you are a group of jade butterflies flying with wings; Snowflake, you are an angel from heaven, sprinkling whiteness on the world; Snowflake, you are the shining star in the blue sky. The snow in the street is not so thick, and it creaks when you step on it, which constitutes wonderful music.
When I got up in the morning, I pushed open the door and saw a thick layer of snow underground. Like a cotton felt, it is soft to step on! Snowflakes fall on the thick snow mattress, which sounds like a rustling sound, making people feel more silent. Snowflakes in early spring are as light as smoke, as white as silver and as smooth as jade.
It kisses the earth and nourishes the revived things. The world is wrapped in heavy snow.
The snow blanket was so heavy that it bent the branches. From time to time, large pieces of white snow fall and raise a cloud of snow fog ... Oh, it really snows! A little bit, a piece, a ball, white, like sugar, like salt, more like flying notes, the snow in Saibei covers everything! Snow powder is soaring, covering the earth like a cloud of silver fog, shining like Mars in the sun and like fireflies in the light. Small snow particles turned into big snowflakes, falling lightly and slowly like goose feathers, silently.
There is a child building a snow bridge here. The arched bridge opening has a smooth and transparent white deck. Snowflakes are falling slowly.
Snowflakes floated and floated to the tree, which was covered with snow, as if wearing white clothes. Snow like catkins, snow like reeds, and snow like dandelion fluffy seeds are flying in the wind.
Snow has added a big white beard to the "fat" loess high slope, just like a Santa Claus carrying a big bag, smiling at me! Goose feathers are very big.