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)
1 1. Sing autumn wind, buy wine and fly winter snow. (Wang Jue's Four Qi Poems)
12. I don't know if the recent splash has started, but it is suspected that it was not sold after the winter snow. (Zhang Wei called it "early plum")
2. The composition "Snow" is 300 words. At least five ancient poems should be used to describe snow. It is a lapel coat in the village, a trench coat in the mountains, the cleanest playground in the eyes of children, and a quiet gift for riding a dragon.
Snow makes riding a dragon with simple folk customs cleaner and purer. Today, we have the first snow.
The world is wrapped in silver! Her home seldom changes color all year round, which completely changes her image. She suddenly changed from a village girl in plain clothes to a dignified and beautiful bride in a white wedding dress! This beautiful snow covers everything in the world and makes people feel paradise! Trees, roads, fields and houses are covered with a layer of white jade and snow, and there is no obvious boundary. Only that pure, beautiful and a little dazzling white is crystal white, which has simply turned into a world of powder makeup and jade, making people feel that she is still magnificent. Looking at this beautiful snow, my heart gushed with countless poems praising her: "The snow in the sky drifted wildly, which changed everything."
The scenery on the back is space, and it is suspected that it is Yulong Dou. Flying in proportion, all over the universe in an instant.
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." "Snow is too late for spring, it is a flying flower on the courtyard tree."
"Jade flowers fly in the middle of the night and waves dance next year." "I don't know if Xia Ting fell today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the door last night."
? "Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. They are all strange." "Yushu dances Qiong Ying, and it is suspected to be Lihua Lane."
"Qian Shan is still green and pitiful, and suddenly turns blue overnight." "I will seal him up at all costs."
? "Wanfeng bamboo shoots, Wanyu Qianshu Wan Yun." "Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches."
? "landing is silver, the tree becomes a pear flower" ... watching xiaoxue dance, my mood can not help but become relaxed and happy. A heart numb in the noise of the world, like a hibernating creature, feels the breath of spring and suddenly wakes up from a hazy sleep. My heart flies with snowflakes flying all over the sky.
The dance of snow is light and elegant, and the dance of heart is natural and unrestrained. Beautiful snowflakes, happy smiles, everything is so inclusive and harmonious, and this warm breath hangs over this cool and holy white world.
At this moment, if you immerse yourself in it, your familiar home will become magical. In front of you, these vivid pictures are so kind and beautiful that you can't see or think of them. A warm current that is difficult to calm comes to your heart and makes people move. I like snow, like the purity and cleanliness of snow, like the broad mind of snow containing all filth, and prefer to walk quietly in the snow, in the embrace of snow, let my thoughts fly and let my troubles go with the wind.
Enjoy the romance and innocence of snow, understand the baptism of nature, and purify and sublimate her soul. The snow scene is so beautiful that it breaks my heart. "Look at that red dress, especially enchanting", what a magnificent landscape painting! Among the snowflakes flying all over the sky, only the snowman's hearty laughter will fly with the snowflakes, and people will always praise the "flowers" that bloom in winter-snow.
May this snow, this feeling, stay in my heart forever, as if it were snow.
3. Write a prose poem about snow with more than 300 words, which looks like snow. Life seems to have waited for centuries, and finally ushered in the first snow on campus.
It doesn't snow very much, even very little, not to mention "Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats" The slender snowflake feels like a greasy spring rain. Watching them dance like duckweed in the slight cold wind has a charming charm.
Interest gradually faded, but the words "life is like snow" came to mind. Yes, life is like snow.
Isn't that white snowflake just like every fragile little life who just came into this world? At the beginning of life, human nature is good. Isn't the beginning of every life as pure as snow? Such a white and beautiful snowflake floated down like a fairy in the world of mortals, and such a fragile and noble young life came to the world with a high or low cry. In a beautiful snow scene, there are usually countless snowflakes falling in the mud before, turning into sewage or sludge, offering their pure and beautiful bodies; How can a beautiful society be established without countless people with lofty ideals who sacrificed their precious youth and even their lives? Yes, life is like snow.
Beautiful hexagonal ice crystals, falling from the sky, show her elegance to the world in mid-air. When it is, has she ever thought about what might happen after landing? Perhaps, she will fall on the soft white snow blanket paved by her predecessors. If she is lucky, she will even fall on the dirty mud and become one of them ~ ~ Even if she falls on her predecessor, she will probably face someone heavy enough to destroy her footsteps.
No, maybe she has been clearly aware of all possible accidents since her mother came to Mother Earth, but she has never hesitated or retreated. Because, she knows, this is her mission, a solemn and sacred mission that she can't quit.
Who does this look like? Who is this? Seventy-two martyrs of Qiu Jin, Xu Xilin and Huanggang, countless heroes who died for the liberation of all mankind, and all the predecessors who gave their lives for justice. Yes, life is like snow. A grain of snow, from the moment she was born to the moment she melted in the sun, is only a few days or more at most.
But at the moment when the snow melts, we can clearly hear their clear laughter, which is the gurgling sound of snow water flowing to dry land. It's so sweet and touching. Life is only a few decades. When the moment comes when life stops, who can make that hearty laugh with a clear conscience? Life dies in laughter, what kind of heart and courage do you want that person! Yes, snow is like life.
Is it not the process of life from birth to growth, from growth to prosperity, and then from prosperity to decline? Today's snow, thinly covered on the branches and leaves of trees, lacks the heavy feeling when it snows, but has it ever lost its lightness? The day of heavy snow is bound to come, how can the prosperity of life be delayed? .
4. About Xue Shuo's poetry composition, 300 to 500 words.
All the way to the prosperity of the year
Crazy footsteps, have forgotten the way home.
I am anonymous in the grain.
Practice west wind chop.
Looking forward to my pardon.
It has no celebration of flowers.
Counting the brief white light and the sudden increase of black crows
You will see the expression of panic and put away your mortal heart.
Listen with trembling.
No longer need any reason.
Let out the joys and sorrows together.
A blatant exposition, a monochromatic accent
For now, ignore it.
Butterflies' sweet words and hidden wormholes
Ignore the glamorous life experience and the lost words on the white strip.
White is the only adjective.
Who knows? The difference between these roads
5. 300 ancient poems in winter, 1, a suggestion from Bai Juyi to his friend Liu in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem: There is a ray of green in the old bottle and a trace of red in the static furnace. With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
Interpretation: The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant; A small red mud stove is burning crimson. It's getting dark and snow is coming. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble place?
2. Plum Blossom by Cui Daorong in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem:
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.
Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease. If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.
Explanation:
Plum blossoms are first released, and the calyx still contains snow; Plum blossoms are beautiful and aloof, even if they want to be painted, they will worry about the vividness of difficult paintings. There is rhyme in flowers, and elegant people don't know the cold in winter. People who are sad in their hearts don't want to listen to the sad flute, and the sick body depends on the plum branches to watch the scenery alone. If the north wind understands my pity, please don't destroy it easily.
3. Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty.
Original poem: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Interpretation: On all the mountains, the birds are gone, and on all the roads, there are no traces of people. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man in a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
4. Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty
Original poem: There are some plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Interpretation: There are several plum blossoms in the corner, blooming alone in the cold. I know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
5. Liu Changqing's "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow" in the Tang Dynasty
Original poem: 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.
Interpretation: When dusk falls on the mountain, it feels farther and farther, the weather is colder, and the thatched cottage looks poorer.
There was a sudden barking outside Chai Men. It turns out that someone braved the heavy snow to go home.
6. The poem with snow is 1. The wind blows the horn bow, and the general hunts Weicheng.
Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. Wang Wei: Hunting. 2. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Lun: Song of Xia Sai 3. There are some plums in the corner, and hanling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Wang Anshi: Plum blossom 4. There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue 5. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the houses are poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in Every Snow 6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, an isolated city overlooking Yumenguan.
Wang Changling: Seven Songs of Joining the Army 7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: it is hard to go 8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, it's daytime, and the north wind is blowing snow.
Gao Shi: "Don't move big" 9. The snow outside the window is Xiling, and the Wu Dong Wan Li boat is moored at the door. Du Fu: quatrains 10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.
A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
7. Poetry about winter snow and ice has a topic of about 300 words, expecting a snow.
I don't like winter, because I hate the cold and heavy winter.
I don't like winter, because I hate the gray sky and the sleeping earth;
I don't like winter, because I hate closed doors and windows and heavy clothes;
But I must admit that I like snow.
Some people say that snow is the purest in the world because it is so white and flawless;
Some people say that snow is the dirtiest in the world because it is full of impurities.
I don't want to analyze who is right or wrong, because I like snow, whether it is pure or dirty.
I often wonder what kind of creator created such beautiful and lovely snowflakes.
I think he must be a naughty angel, or she is a beautiful fairy.
I often guess that whenever someone makes a wish, God will make a snowflake.
When people's wishes come true, God will release these snowflakes.
Therefore, snowflakes will always fly, from the sky to the ground.
It flies because it is the bearer of wishes;
It can fly, because it's a wish come true.
Standing at the window, I made a wish.
Then, I will always wait quietly and look forward to the snow that belongs to me.
Looking forward to a snow,
I think, before long, God will give me the biggest and most beautiful snow.
Looking forward to a snow,
I hope,
I'll wait.
8.300 ancient poems about winter 1, sitting at night in Tang Dynasty: Li Bai felt cold at night in winter and sat in Beitang for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly. When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more.
Cover my tears and listen to your songs. The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings.
Love is in harmony with sound, not against it. I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
The cold winter night feels particularly long. A woman sat in the north hall for a long time, thoughtful.
Cold spring freezes, Leng Yue enters the boudoir, and Yi Deng is like a bean. A cold cold light, dazzling woman's face with tears.
The light was suddenly blown out by the cold wind, and she felt even more desolate and cried even more sadly. Suddenly I heard a man singing. She wiped the tears from her face, stopped crying and listened attentively.
The song has profound meaning, the heart has feelings, and the feelings and sounds are in harmony. If there is a sentence that doesn't agree with my wife, you won't be haunted by the lingering sound.
2. Snow clears in the mountains: Zheng Xie opens its doors in the morning with snow all over the mountains. The snow is clear and the clouds are light, and it is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.
As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the top of the mountain had been covered by a heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared, and the light of the rising sun has become cold through the faint white clouds.
The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum branches in the yard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a deserted atmosphere! 3. Bai Xuege bid farewell to Wu Guitang, a field official: the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed Tatar.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear. 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.
The north wind swept the earth and scattered the white grass. It began to snow in Alakazam in August. Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears were in full bloom.
Snow fell into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to put on the warm brocade quilt. The general was too cold to open his bow and put on his armor.
The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds. The coach put the wine in the account as a farewell party to return the guests, and the Huqin Pipa Qiangdi played an ensemble.
At night, the snow in front of Yuanmen kept falling, the red flag froze and the wind could not move. Take you back to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. Tianshan road was covered with heavy snow when I went there.
The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe prints on the snow. 4. Don't listen to two Tang poems of Dongda University: Gao Shi, thousands of miles away, during the day in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? Six purlins drifted away mercilessly, and one left Luo Jing for more than ten years.
It shouldn't be enough for my husband to be poor, and I can't afford to drink when I meet you today. The sunset at dusk turns thousands of miles of clouds into dark yellow; The north wind is blowing hard, the snow is falling, and the geese are flying south.
Don't worry about having no friends ahead. Who in the world doesn't know about you? Like a bird vacillating and feeling sorry for itself. It has been more than ten years since it left Luo Jing. A gentleman is determined to win when he is poor, but he can't afford to pay for drinks when he meets today.
5. Jiang Xue Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan, there are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
There is no bird trace in Qianshan Wanling; There are no footprints of pedestrians on thousands of roads. On a lonely boat, a fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat; Fishing alone in the snow.