Qilian Mountain is now "a beautiful horse map in snowy areas". Which poem does this magnificent scenery remind you of?

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. ? Zuyong's "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South"

Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. ? Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck"

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. ? Lulun's "Shooting the same servant"? Third "

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. ? Li Bai's It's Hard to Walk? One "

I took a boat, holding a pile of clothes and fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to see the snow alone. ? Zhang Dai's "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow"

At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. ? Jiang kui, Yangzhou is slow? Huaizuo Du Ming

Someone once said that here is equivalent to a trip to Switzerland. Because Switzerland has fir forests, grasslands, glaciers, peaks and Qilian mountains. But Qilian is not Switzerland, it is heaven! More than Switzerland? Fairy? . No matter what season it comes from, it is a fairyland.

In spring, it is warm and cold, and the snow scene contains vitality; In summer, I linger, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery like oil painting; In autumn, sheep are fat and cattle are strong, and the mountains are colorful and dazzling; In winter, the snow in Wan Li is like a Nordic fairy tale.

Can you use it? Northland scenery, thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow? It is most appropriate to describe Qilian in winter.

In addition to beautiful poems, there are many beautiful sentences describing snow. In winter, thousands of trees wither, the wind is biting, and the earth is wrapped in silver and dazzling. In winter, the breath becomes frost, the clouds float quietly and carefree; Winter is fun, having snowball fights, making snowmen and skating. Children's red faces are like roses in full bloom in June. In winter, the ice hangs down, gathers water to moisturize, carries good information and breeds good hope, and lands on the earth?

Snowflakes rolled down all over the sky, like goose feathers. Gently on the roof, on the grass, on the mountain peak. After a while, the earth was white, as if the whole world was silvery white and shining. The snow fell on the ground, pure and crystal clear, and people could not bear to step on it.