winter evening
Author: Trak
Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.
The bell of vespers rang for a long time.
The house is ready.
The table is full of rich banquets.
Only a few vagrants.
From the dark road to the gate
The tree of grace shines with golden light.
Suck the cold dew of the earth
The wanderer came in quietly.
Pain turned the threshold into stone.
In the clear and dazzling light
It is bread and wine on the table.
Winter morning
Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green: the frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
2. The poem about snow abroad is 1. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Don? Jiang Xue by Liu Zongyuan II. Why don't you see Yangchun soup if you don't kill it in severe winter? Lu Wen's Zuo Ting of Pujinguan River is chilling: harsh and desolate.
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. Meng Jiao's Bitter Cold is called: The wind is like a roar.
Only when I saw the dark clouds on the ridge, I was shocked to find that snow was falling like dust on the rock. Thousands of peaks, thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of trees, thousands of pineapples and thousands of clouds. Qin Xue by Yuan Zhen III. Six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching bamboo turn into Qiongzhi soup? Gao Pian's Six Fruits to Snow: Snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called "Six Fruits" snowflakes.
Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade. I know it snows heavily at night, when I hear the sound of bamboo? Bai Juyi's Snow at Night: "I have been shocked by the cold, and I have seen the window again.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. "5. Is the white wall and tile bead curtain lighter than catkin and heavier than frost? Li Shangyin's Two Poems on Snow describes the scene of snowflakes flying.
6. All the springs are frozen, and I swallow more when I sing cold: the springs are frozen, and they don't flow smoothly, because they are described as sobs. Yin: Singing.
Don? Liu Jia's Bitter Cold: "Spring and cold are all frozen, so I sing cold more. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel the snow cover. "
7. Three million Yulong was defeated and broken bones were flying all over the sky. Yulong: Describe flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another.
Song? Hu Zai's "Tiaoxi Fishing Hidden Conghua" is quoted from Xiqing Poetry, which contains Bird's poem "Snow". Snow Jade in Huang Geng: Jade. 9. The stream is very uncomfortable with the snow, and the mountains are frozen. Hong Sheng's Snow Watch 10. It's raining heavily. Reading the Book of Songs? Xiaoya? Horn bow: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind".
Hey; The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning.
1 1. Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost is cold. The ancient Yuefu poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" 12. It's sad at dusk and snowy in the sun. There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold.
Mimi: Dark. H: a little less.
Objective: what that eye can see. Hao: White.
Kim? Tao Yuanming's mid-December works Guimao and Stay Away from Brother 13. The air difference of salt spraying can be worked out, but what if the catkins are driven by the wind? Xie Daowen's Snow Poetry: "What is snow like? The difference between sprinkling salt in the air can be simulated, but if the catkins are caused by the wind. " 14. The moon shines on the snow, and the wind mourns the Southern Dynasties and the Song Dynasty? Xie Lingyun's "Year after Year" North Wind: North Wind.
Strengths: violence. Sadness: biting.
15. Surprising the wind, opening the door and covering the mountains and snows? Miss Hu Jushi's Winter Night Snow: Window by Wang Wei. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound.
16. I don't know if the court closed today, but I suspect that Hualin opened the Tangmen last night. Song Wenzhi's How to Deal with Snow in the Garden: Snowflakes are falling in the courtyard. 17. underwater sound swallowing ice, Pingtang sand road snow? Liu Changqing's "Rewarding Zhang Xialao on the way to visit the state on a snowy night" 18. A vine trail is green, and Wan Xuefeng was in the Tang Dynasty? Returning to Laoshan in Winter by Li Bai 19. The ground is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as palms? Li Bai ridiculed Wang Liyang's refusal to drink. Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats, blowing down XuanYuanTai Hall? Xuanyuantai in Li Bai's Popular in the North: According to legend, it is the place where the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.
2 1. Clouds and dusk, snow dance belongs to Tang? Du Fu's Return to Snow: A whirlwind. 22. first frost is in rags and can't get married. Du Fu's "Chanting 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian" points out: fingers are stiff.
23. Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind. Du Fu's "Sending Grandson to Zhou on Winter Night" has no lines: it can't be ranked. 24. Cold weather makes the days shorter, and storms and clouds are flat. Du Fu's Nostalgia in Gongan County 25. Is the snow in the mountains on the bamboo in the sunset in the middle of the Tang Dynasty? Han Yi's "Master Chu Bookstore will write a book before the original Shi Lang Jun" (one in Zhang Jishi) 26. Who cut and carved the snow on the flat ground into this flat-topped Tang Dynasty? Han Yu's "Two Poems of Li Hua": "In the spring, Luoyang Garden was particularly crowded.
Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox? "Enjoy Wang Sima and Yan Zhengzi from Fangzhou to Tang Libai's" Wanderer "southeast snow, and enjoy themselves in Beijing.
Floating without heart, suddenly returning to the northwest. I visited Dai yesterday, hoping to find this phase.
A sad face and a new love will not be known until the banquet is over. Gong Yan and Han Ting are old friends, and Shen Yu is also a talented person.
The price is heavy copper dragon building, and the pitch is heavy by the door. I'd rather meet you here, and China Pavilion will accompany you.
Snow is far from the peak, and cold city locks spring scenery. My master expected, but I spread my wings and flew high.
Feng shui is like seeing capital, casting extremely helps the emperor. Xuefeng, the sixth ancestor of the city, returned to Beijing at full rank.
Look at the cranes on the sea. Why are they like quails in cages? Take the heart of heaven and earth alone, and the clouds are my body.
Although the hairpin group is destroyed, if it is close to Xia Yan. Ji's father is full of heroic spirit and has extraordinary eyebrows and eyes.
Being an official is a dream, and I will return to the Western Qin Dynasty. Dou Gong feasts and scholars come to realize.
Yan Song falls on Hu Yan, and Qu Ying returns to Yangchun. The horse is screaming and the car is moving.
Hesitant, I love these four people. When you leave the station, you will bid farewell to the empty hospitality place.
When is the bamboo forest next to the infantry? And Xue get drunk and give presents to Wang Liyang and Tang Libai. Don't make flying scales, and don't weave tiger whiskers by hand.
Look at the past Runan City, where the white-headed fairy hid the jade pot. Ziyou heard the wind and moved the window bamboo, and invited * * * to get a cup of green.
When the sun is shining, snowflakes are flying and confusing. I don't care if you have wine at home. The guests enjoyed themselves and traveled by candlelight.
Xie Shang can dance like a bird without shedding his hair. Crossing the river in the morning, thousands of miles miss the bright moon building.
From my brother Yucheng's offering of snow to the slaughter of Tang Libai in Liang Garden last night, my brother Han didn't know. Looking at Yushu in front of the court, my heart is broken and I think of branches.
Huaihai Xiang Xue presented a blessing and love. Five days after the snow fell in Tang Li Bai, the wind crossed the Bohai Sea. The sea tree becomes spring, and the river sand is bright and beautiful.
Xing from Tunxi, thinking around Liangyuan. I gave you a song in Ying Zhong, and that song was cut.
On a snowy night in Qingxi, Qiupu, a partridge singer, Tang Libai, disguised as my mink and made a white jade pot for you. As soon as the snow wine comes out, it feels cold at night.
Guests from Guiyang can sing partridges in the mountains. The breeze moves the window bamboo, and the birds sing more.
Taking this as a pleasure, why bother to give a poem of rain and snow to a friend, Li Bai of Tang Dynasty, who has been addicted to it for a long time?
Knowing right and wrong at fifty, the ancients tasted it. If you atone, you will live forever.
Huang Bao hides defects and stores this stubbornness. The sarcasm of the full moon makes me blush.
It's too late to realize that things have passed. Unfortunately, Lanfei has been there many times before.
The group gently broke the axis and sank into the grave. All the hair is flying, all in the sky.
The pawn fee is dark and embarrassing. Sediment gathers in Egypt, and pearls and jadeites are not fresh.
Xiangshan, away from smoke. When the sun swings, it starts with a trickle.
With four countries, eight countries broadcast. Picking up dust and chasing bees, doubting the saints and guessing the saints.
Alas, my husband, who can keep his chastity? That woman.
3. A foreign poem about snow in winter morning
Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837)
Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up!
Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.
Please come out, as the morning star in the north,
Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!
Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,
The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds
Like pale spots in the night sky.
You sit there, bored-
But now ... Ah, please look out the window:
Under the blue sky, it looks like a tapestry.
Spread brilliantly on the Yuan Ye.
A large area of snow shines with sunshine,
Only the transparent Woods are darkening.
And fir branches through the frost.
Radiant green 62616964757a68696416fe59b9e7ad9431333231383332: The frozen river is bright.
Amber lit up the whole room.
It's shining. In a new fire
Make a pleasant crackling sound.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.
However, should you call someone earlier?
Put the brown horse on the sleigh!
Dear friends, have a nice trip.
Let's slide through the early morning snow.
Let that fierce horse run,
Let's visit the clearing.
The forest that grew not long ago,
That river bank is too good for me.
1829
(translated by Cha Liang Zheng)
Appreciation of Cao Shuhou's Pushkin/kloc-a great Russian poet in the 9th century. His poems are diverse in form, rich in rhythm, beautiful, delicate, light and clear in style.
snow
I pray, please stand by and turn around.
On the lake, in your gentle eyes:
The clouds on the lake are thick and gray.
The lake is deep and quiet;
Snowflakes are in the cold fog
Teetering;
One by one.
Sink into a deep lake.
They are like a group of energetic elves.
The roof collapsed in the fog;
Some hovering in the air, some.
They swooped down like hail in summer.
All snowflakes, whether falling fast or slow,
All meet at the bottom of the deep lake;
One by one.
Melt in the deep and quiet lake.
These delicate snowflakes, falling from the clouds,
Shining, falling in the sky,
Like twinkling stars in the night sky
Illuminate the galaxy at night;
More and more snowflakes are falling,
The gloomy lake buried them all, _ _ _
One by one, _ _ _
Submerged in a deep and quiet lake.
Snowflakes are like tender wings.
Slide down from the cold, dark and gray clouds.
They got together when they landed,
Shoulder to shoulder, supporting each other all the way;
Like friends and friends, husbands and wives,
Hand in hand through life;
Pairs of snowflakes
Soon sank into the deep and quiet lake.
Look! When we stare, snowflakes fly all over the sky.
Quickly dye the sky white,
They chased each other,
Swing your body on a dark height.
These beautiful and fragile spirits in the sky are so fast and so close to their graves;
One by one.
Lying in a deep and quiet lake.
I saw a tear in your gentle eyes,
I fell into a sad meditation;
You will think of your dear friend,
They used to be there, but now they are gone;
Like clouds and lovely children in winter,
They once flashed, but disappeared, _ _ _
One by one, _ _ _
Disappeared in the deep and quiet lake.
When we looked again, the clouds had dispersed.
A blue light flashed on the lake;
On the hillside in the distance, a beam of light fell from the sky.
Those who fly in a hurry
The elves between the clouds and the lake can no longer be seen;
One by one.
Rest in a deep and quiet lake.
4. Snowflake, an English poem about snow or snowflake.
snowflake
From the air,
From her swaying folds,
On the brown bare forest land,
Over the abandoned harvesting field,
Silent, soft and slow
It is snowing.
Break free from the embrace of heaven
Rushed out of her swaying clouds and folded her clothes.
Floating across the brown bare woodland
Fly over the abandoned harvesting field
Quietly, gently, slowly
It's snowing.
Just like our hazy fantasy.
Suddenly appeared with some sacred expression,
Even that restless heart
In the confession of white face,
The chaotic sky reveals
That sad feeling.
Just like our hazy fantasy.
Suddenly become some kind of sacred wish
Like a kind of melancholy in my heart.
Appear on our pale faces
Like a chaotic sky.
Reveal her sadness.
This is the poem of the air,
Record it slowly in silent syllables;
This is the secret of despair,
Hiding in its muddy chest for a long time,
Now whisper
Go to the Woods and fields.
This is a paradise for silent syllables.
A poem that pours down slowly
This is a long-term stagnation in its chest.
The secret of despair
Facing the forest and fields.
Low-complaint catharsis
5. Seek a beautiful foreign poem and write about snow. ) Winter morning, Pushkin Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, what a beautiful day! This is frost and the sun; The weather is fine! Are you still dozing off, my beautiful friend-it's time, you are still dozing off, my friend-Beauty, wake up: But, dear Beauty, it's time to open your closed eyes and have a sweet dream, wake up, your eyes will never tire of seeing Leona in the north, from luxury power to star, making you a star in the north! Northern Lights-Become the North Star! Last night, do you still remember the roar of snow, the evening before-do you still remember that smoke swept through the chaotic sky; The snowstorm is angry. A layer of mist enveloped the foggy sky; The moon is like a pale spot. A yellow moon passes through the dark clouds, and you sit there sadly. Through the veil of the dark clouds, you sit sadly.
Now ... look out of the window: Today, let's look out of the window-under the blue sky, snow is covered with magnificent blue sky, like a carpet in Zhang Huali, as beautiful as a carpet, shining in the sun; The brightness of the sun is sparkling; The shining forest is black, and the only black is the clarity of the forest; ; Fir trees shoot green with frost, fir trees wear frost green, and the river shines on the bottom of the water. The river glitters under the ice. Amber lit up the whole room.
All the rooms are filled with amber light. The warm fireplace makes a pleasant sound. Cracking happily. Think about it, lie on the warm kang and think about how happy it would be.
Lying on the stove bench. If but tell me: can we try to ride a brown mare? Put that chestnut mare on the sleigh? What's your wish? Dear friends, when we slide on the snow in the early morning, we can't wait to run our impressionable horses to visit the open fields. Visit the open fields and forests. Not long ago, it was a lush forest. Officially, it was rich and dense. It was my closest riverside. Such a lovely shore for my heart. Chinese translation by Ge Baoquan English translation by lyudmila Purginable, blow it, your winter wind is not afraid of cold winter. British Shakespeare William Shakespeare is not afraid of the cold winter wind, blow, blow, your winter wind is not fierce at all, and you are not so heartless; Human ingratitude; Although it is qi, its teeth are not sharp, because you can't see it, and neither can the wind.
Although your breathing is rude. Hey hey hey! Sing a song for Holly: Hi-ho! Sing hi-ho! To Green Holly: Friendship is futile, and love is crazy. Most friendships are fake, and most love is just stupid; Hey, Holly. So, hey ho! Holly. Coke is only for life.
This life is very happy. Don't worry about the ice and snow, freezing, freezing, your bitter sky, its cold is still hard to reach, and the least biting voice is ungrateful; When the benefits are forgotten: the wind wrinkles the clear pool water, and it is more difficult to donate old friends than your thorns are not so sharp. Friendship won't remember. Ha ha! Sing a song for Holly: Hi-ho! Sing hi-ho! To Green Holly: Friendship is futile, and love is crazy.
Most friendships are fake, and most love is just stupid; Hey, Holly. So, hi-ho! Holly. Coke is only for life. This life is very happy. You: [Old English ]You art:[ Old English ]Are You:[ Old English ]You dot:[ Old English notthou the waters warp: You wrinkle the water surface, and the normal word order is that you wrinkle the water surface.
6. Jean Carriè re L 'Epervier de Maheux, Foreign Works Describing Snow 1972 Gonger Prize for Literature, The Eagle of Maher.
A lot of snow, the whole article is snow.
This novel is quite excellent, but few people mention it.
& amplt； Snow country. This is true, but personally, Kawabata Yasunari is a bit inferior in describing the snow scene. The snow in the snow country is tiny, fragile, sensitive and beautiful, while the snow in Ma E's eagle is overwhelming, desperate, miserable, hellish and inescapable. In a word, the living conditions of human beings cannot be changed.
It depends on the questioner's preference, whether he likes beautiful and illusory snow or snow burning like real and cruel blood.
There is also a novel by Jack London. I forgot the specific name. This is his most famous novel, and there is a lot of snow. The main characters are several wolves.
Junichiro Tanizaki &; lt； Fine snow Of course, it is also good. Among the masterpieces named after Si Nuo, this novel is no better than &; lt； Snow country. However, the poor snow has not been described too much.
Si Nuo _ Rilke
All the rivers in autumn converge overnight.
Peak.
The awakened king of the forest flew into a rage and the sky darkened.
A slow sleepless night covered up the wronged body.
The milky way drops stars from all directions.
The sterilized riverbed beats the heart of the earth.
Bring prophecy and prayer
The harsh cry of birds can penetrate it.
Let the world go deep under our feet
In autumn, all the rivers converge at the top of the mountain.
God lives in heaven and commands it.
Personally, I think that foreign translated poems lack charm, which is far less than "a hundred mountains without birds, a thousand paths without footprints, a small boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone in the cold mountains and snow"