Poems about Frost 1. Poems about Frost
Frost
Fog is the lover of wrong love
Always lingering shyly
hesitating and sad
like a dream drifting in the wind
light and hasty
unable to see the real appearance <
She has too much helplessness.
The village with her eyes open
is full of kisses and hesitations.
She left her daughter
white and charming
the frost as bleak as her mother
like the morning sunshine
melted the clouds in the night
The impression of the frost
turned into crystal tears
. The colorful flower ornaments
the instantaneous beauty
are autumn leaves' wedding clothes
Lost in the horizon
Decorated
My temples are frosty
I am the owner of this autumn
The only collection
The only frost
The sun refuses to burn ashes
I live in the fog.
I will finally die
I will go out for a funeral in winter
People will be surprised to see
white hair
the earth is clean
white
2. Poems about frost
Frost
Fog is the lover of wrong love
It is always at midnight
lingering and shy
.
She left
She had too much helplessness
The open-eyed village
It was full of kisses and hesitations
She left her daughter
white and charming
bleak frost like her mother
?
like the morning sunshine
melting the clouds in the dark night
the impression of frost
turning into crystal tears
edifying my vicissitudes
?
this plain floral ornament
is the instantaneous beauty
of autumn leaves.
Lost in the end of the world
Decorated
My temples are frosty
?
I am the owner of this autumn.
The only collection
The only frost
The sun refuses to burn ashes
I live in a foggy dream
It gets colder every day
?
I will die at last
I will go out for a funeral in winter
People will be surprised to see
white hair
the earth is clean
white
3. Poems about frost
1. Silent night thinking
Author Li Bai Dynasty Tang
so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home.
translation
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.
2, Jiangchengzi Mizhou went hunting
Author Su Shi Dynasty Song
The old lady talked about juvenile madness, holding yellow on the left, holding blue on the right, wearing a golden hat and mink fur, and riding a thousand horses and rolling flat hills. In order to repay the people of the city for following my generous offer of hunting, I will shoot the tiger in person like sun quan.
the wine is full and the chest and gallbladder are still in bloom. Why not have a slight frost on your temples? When will the emperor send someone down, like the emperor Wen of the Han dynasty sent feng Tang to the cloud to pardon weishang? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, as full as the full moon, toward the northwest, shooting to the west Xia jun team.
Translation
Let me express the arrogance of young people, holding the yellow dog in the left hand and the goshawk in the right hand. The soldiers in the entourage wore colorful hats and clothes made of mink, and led thousands of followers to ride across the flat hills. In order to repay all the people in the city for following me, I must kill a tiger myself and show it to everyone like Sun Quan.
I am more open-minded when I drink until I am happy. Even if the hair is slightly white, what does it matter Take Fu Jie, who conveyed the imperial edict, to the cloud. When will someone be sent to the cloud with Fu Jie, just like Emperor Wen of Han sent Feng Tang? At that time, I will definitely open my bow and arrow to make it look like a full moon, aim at the northwest and shoot Sirius, who represents Xixia.
3. Sleeping in Fengjiang at night
Author Zhang Ji, Tang Dynasty
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and sleeping.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the midnight bell goes to the passenger ship.
Translation
The moon has set, crows crow and it's cold all over the sky, and they are sad and sleep over the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan ancient temple outside Gusu, the sound of ringing the bell reached the passenger ship in the middle of the night.
4. Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing
Author Li He Dynasty Tang
Dark clouds are crushing the city, and the light is spreading to the sun. In autumn, the loud bugle blared; The blood of soldiers in the night became dark.
a half-rolled red flag is in the water, and the frost is heavy and cold. I'd like to report to you on the golden platform, and I'd like to take Yulong to your death.
Translation
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; Since our army was strict, the sun shone on the armor and a golden light flashed. In autumn, the loud bugles shook the earth; During the night, the soldiers' blood condensed into dark purple. The red flag was half rolled, and reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night is cold and frosty, and the drums are depressed. Just to repay the king's kindness, he held a sword in his hand and regarded death as death.
5. Mountain Walking
Author Du Mu Dynasty Tang
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is far away, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng.
stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers.
Translation
The rocky path is curved and oblique from the top of the mountain, and there are several families in the place where the white clouds grow. I stopped the carriage just because I love the night view of the maple forest. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers.
4. There are at least 2 poems about "white"
At sunset, Cangshan Mountain is far away, and it is cold and white.
when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and when you're white-haired, you'll never be happy. Mountains cover the white sun, and oceans drain the golden river, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the yellow sky and dark clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat and the white hair came from another family, which was a tribute to the stars.
The stone path in Hanshan Mountain is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng, wildgeese flying high, sun and moon both white and green maples changing to red in the frosty sky. The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, an isolated city, Wan Ren Mountain, he knows that the dews tonight will be frost, and how much brighter the moonlight is at home!, with white hair of 3, feet. The edge of sorrow is like a long and next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow, and it disappears into the stone ridge and the white clouds. Thousands of miles of Jiangling are still cold and smoky in the throat of Huotang Gorge, and Baidicheng is even shorter in the first month. the yellow crane never revisited earth, to hold the hairpins any more, and white clouds are flying without him for ever have white hair floating green water, Anthurium dials clear waves and with a blue line of mountains north of the wall, and white water goes around Dongcheng.
yellow clouds that winds have driven hundreds of miles, and a snow-peak whitely circled by the swirl of a ninefold stream, but go to Mofu to ask questions, white clouds pass there without end. And loud my song and deep my drink, youth is a good companion for returning home.
5. Poems about Frost
1. Silent Night Thinking was written by Li Bai, Tang so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?.
lifting myself to look, I found that it was moonlight, sinking back again, I thought suddenly of home. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost.
I can't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I can't help but bow my head and think of my hometown far away. 2, Jiangchengzi Mizhou hunting author Su Shi Dynasty Song Laotou talked about juvenile madness, left holding yellow, right holding Cang, Jin Mao Diao Qiu, thousands of riding volumes Hiraoka.
In order to repay the whole city, I followed the prefect, shot the tiger and watched Sun Lang. The wine is full, and the chest is still open.
what's wrong with a slight frost on the temples! When will the emperor send someone down, like the emperor Wen of the Han dynasty sent feng Tang to the cloud to pardon weishang? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, as full as the full moon, toward the northwest, shooting to the west Xia jun team. Let me express the arrogance of young people, holding the yellow dog in my left hand and the goshawk in my right hand.
The soldiers in the entourage wore colorful hats and clothes made of mink, and led thousands of followers to ride across the flat hills. In order to repay all the people in the city for following me, I must kill a tiger myself and show it to everyone like Sun Quan.
I am more open-minded when I drink until I am happy. Even if the hair is slightly white, what does it matter Take Fu Jie, who conveyed the imperial edict, to the cloud. When will someone be sent to the cloud with Fu Jie, just like Emperor Wen of Han sent Feng Tang? At that time, I will definitely open my bow and arrow to make it look like a full moon, aim at the northwest and shoot Sirius, who represents Xixia.
3. The author of the night berth in Fengjiang is Zhang Ji, frosty night of the Tang Dynasty, and Jiang Feng is worried about sleeping. The lonely cold mountain temple in the city outside the city of Suzhou, the sound of the bell ringing in the middle of the night passed to the passenger ship.
The moon has set, crows crow, and it's cold all over the sky, and they sleep sadly over the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan ancient temple outside Gusu, the sound of ringing the bell reached the passenger ship in the middle of the night.
4. The author of Yanmen Taishouxing, Li He, in the Tang Dynasty, the dark clouds pressed the city to destroy, and the light spread to the sun. In autumn, the loud bugle blared; The blood of soldiers in the night became dark.
a half-rolled red flag is in the water, and the frost is heavy and cold. I'd like to report to you on the golden platform, and I'd like to take Yulong to your death.
The enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; Since our army was strict, the sun shone on the armor and a golden light flashed. In autumn, the loud bugles shook the earth; During the night, the soldiers' blood condensed into dark purple.
the red flag was half rolled, and reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night is cold and frosty, and the drums are depressed. Just to repay the king's kindness, he held a sword in his hand and regarded death as death.
5. The author of the mountain trip, Du Mu Dynasty, Yuan Tang, went to the Hanshan Mountain with an oblique stone path, and there were people in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple grove late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The rocky path is curved and oblique far from the top of the mountain, and there are several families in the place where the white clouds are born. I stopped the carriage just because I love the night view of the maple forest. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers.
6. Poems about white
1. The White Stone Beach written by Wang Wei in the Tang Dynasty
The white stone beach is shallow and green.
I live in the water, and I am dancing under the bright moon.
translation: The crystal clear white stone shoal, the tender green cattail can be picked in full. A group of girls live on both sides of the green water, washing clothes and washing yarn in the bright moonlight.
2. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's "Two White Hawks"
In August, the wind was high and the Hu Ying was white and golden.
flying alone in a piece of snow, you can see autumn in a hundred miles.
in the cold winter of December, the goshawk is eighty-nine hairs.
It's said that the birds don't like each other, and the sky is as high as Wan Li.
In northern Xinjiang in August, the wind is high and the air is cool, and the eagles in northern Xinjiang are covered with white plumage. Flying alone is like a huge snowflake, but it can see a hair hundreds of miles away.
3. Bai Juyi's "Langtaosha, White Waves and Sea Connection" in the Tang Dynasty
White Waves and Sea Connection, Pingsha is vast and boundless.
I couldn't find it in the past, so I turned the East China Sea into a mulberry field.
The white waves are endless, connected with the sea, and the sand on the shore is endless. Day after day, year after year. The waves never stop scouring the sand, so the evolution of things changes.
4. White Walnut by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty
It is clearly seen in the red sleeves, but not in the white jade plate.
It's suspected that the old monk stopped chanting and pushed down the crystal beads in front of his wrist.
Just now, I clearly saw that girl embroidered red sleeves to set off a dazzling white thing. Why can't I see anything when I put it in a white porcelain plate? This thing is like a crystal bead that the old monk retired from his wrist after reading the scriptures.
5. Wang Shizhen's "Climbing the Taibai Building" in the Ming Dynasty
Yesterday, I heard Li's offering, and I went to the building alone.
once you look down on this place, you will be famous for generations to come.
the white clouds and the sea are blooming, and the moon is bright and the door is autumn.
those who want to start again, murmur and save the water.
I heard that Li Bai once boarded this balcony alone and recited poems. As soon as he came here, this place and his name were passed down from generation to generation. White clouds are floating leisurely, the sea is shining, the moon is bright and the autumn colors are pleasant. The gurgling water is flowing, and I have read all about the past and the present, but I can't find the person who has been here again.
7. About white poems
Flowers are blooming this year, so it is appropriate to plant white jade pots.
It's only because autumn is light, and there is no place to find frost marks.
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Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
one person can break two carved arcs, but riding a thousand weights is like nothing.
Sitting on a golden saddle and tuning white, they shot five Chanyu one after another.
There used to be people in front of Shishi Mountain, and the Palace of the King of Wu has been rebuilt several times.
In recent years, there has been a moon near the village of Lvshu, and at midnight, I have been dreaming of a clear stream.
all the decaying grass falls with the eyebrows, and the flying flowers chase the cuckoo sound.
where is Xia Xi? Bai Zhu is light and Luo Xie is in the neighborhood.
the eaves are low and small, and the streams are covered with green grass.
when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, and when you're white-haired, you'll never be happy.
The big boy hoes the east of the bean stream, while the middle boy is weaving a chicken coop.
He likes the scoundrel of children best, and the lotus is peeled off at the head of the stream.