Send away the autumn, winter quietly comes.
Someone said:
Snow is a love letter from nature to the world.
When the snow is flying,
It speaks of rejoicing in the earth;
When snow condenses into ice,
What is expressed is the steadfastness of the earth.
Live up to every season, do not waste every twilight.
Let's in winter,
Enjoy the most beautiful snow poems.
12 winter snow poems, romantic and emotional, healed the whole winter!
01
It should be the Heavenly Immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.
—— Li Bai, "Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rise"
Li Bai likened the snow to a white cloud torn by the heavenly immortals, which not only showed the size of the snowflakes, as big as the flying cotton wool, but also reflected the wild snow falling, such a magnificent and magnificent imagination, I am afraid that only Li Taibai can imagine it, worthy of the poetry immortal!
What a romantic thought. If the celestial beings in this sky were also drunk, then white snowflakes would also float up!
02
Tianxian jasper Qiong Yao, dotted with flowers, pieces of goose feathers.
- Xue Angfu, "Toad Palace Song Snow"
The flying snow, like jasper Qiongyao, and like fluttering flowers and goose feathers.
In winter, walk in the snow, feel the snowflakes falling overhead, shoulders, fingertips... It seems to be integrated into this white and dreamy fairy tale world! I love the weather!
03
The pillow was cold, and the window was clear again.
At night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding.
——Bai Juyi, "Night Snow"
In the ancient poems about snow, I have always felt that Bai Juyi's night snow is the best.
Tonight it was really cold, even the quilts and pillows were cold, which was already amazing, and I saw a bright light outside the window again. In the dead of night, I knew how heavy the snow was, because from time to time I heard the sound of the snow crushing the bamboo branches.
Reading this, the picture of a middle-aged official, listening to heavy snow alone, and sleeping all night appeared in front of me. It is convincing that the poetry magic writes poetry is superb!
04
Outside the crystal curtain Juan Juan Moon, pear blossom branches on the upper layers of snow.
- Yang Ji, "Bodhisattva Man"
The crystal curtains hung outside a round of bright moonlight, like a pear tree blossoming, and the pear blossom was covered with layers of crystal clear snowflakes.
It's snowing, a white flutter outside the window, watching the snow decorate everything in nature with ice and jade, fresh and elegant, frost and flowers.
05
Smoke. Snow. Snow piles on the plum blossom branches!
—— Wu Shuji, "Sauvignon Blanc Ling Yan Fei Fei"
The clouds are misty and the snow is fluttering. Plum blossom branches are piled with snow, where does spring come from?
So romantic, it looks peaceful and warm!
06
Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.
—— Cen Shan, "White Snow Song Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing"
It was snowing outside the plug, as if the spring breeze had blown overnight, and the trees were blooming like pear blossoms.
Turning the scenery into love, unique, the wind and snow outside the plug can not suppress the romantic feelings; stepping on a thousand mountains, breaking thousands of waves, a side poem sings infinite freedom and heroism.
07
The sky will be twilight, the snow is dancing, half plum blossoms and half fluttering willows.
——Ma Zhiyuan, "Shouyang Qu Jiang Tian Twilight Snow"
The sky will be twilight, the snow is dancing, half plum blossoms and half floating willows are in the courtyard at dusk, there is nowhere to be fragrant, the wind is fine, the snow is hanging, not to mention Jiangtou Road.
Each snowfall is an extremely exquisite pattern, like a willow fluttering in the wind, and like a continuous curtain.
08
The wind is terrifying, and the doors are full of snow.
Sprinkle the air deep alley quietly, and accumulate the plains widely.
——Wang Wei, "Winter Evening to Xue Yi Hu Jushi's Family"
On a cold winter day, the sound of the wind in the window shook the bamboo in front of the window, and when I pushed the door, I saw that the snow covered the mountains on the opposite side. The air drifts quietly in the deep alleys, and the snow makes the courtyard more spacious and relaxed.
Ruixue and ancient buildings shine together, like a dream of the old times. Maybe tomorrow, as soon as the door opens, you can see the beauty of snow and the picture of winter.
09
Fusheng only honors the former old man, and the snow fills the Chang'an Road.
--舒亶, Gobijin, Publicity
The short-lived floating life really should have aged in drunkenness, and in the blink of an eye, heavy snow covered the Capital Road.
I want to meet you in a beautiful snowy landscape, hold your hand, lean on your shoulder, and watch the first snow of winter together.
10
The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden tree as a flying flower.
—— Han Yu, "Spring Snow"
The flying snow is flying in the air and is quiet and flawless, dusty and soft.
Each snowflake cotton dances with poetic softness and leisure, as if you can hear the sound of it gently sliding down, but you can appreciate a little tranquility in the white expanse.
11
Haruka listens to the rain in front of the lamp, and recalls the same mountain after the snow.
——Naran Zhide's "Yu Zhonghao, Shake Hands with the West Wind and Tears Don't Dry"
Imagine that you sat alone in front of the lamp in your hometown, listening to the autumn rain outside the window, no one can accompany you; think about it, you and I used to look at the mountains after the snow, and you can also relieve the loneliness and loneliness of being alone after parting.
We used to watch the snow together, and at that time, the snow scenery with you was particularly beautiful and peaceful.
12
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
——Liu Zongyuan, "Jiang Xue"
There is no trace of birds in thousands of mountains and mountains; there are no traces of pedestrians in thousands of paths. On a lonely boat, a fisherman in a cloak and a bucket hat fished alone in the snow and wind.
The space between heaven and earth is so pure and silent, spotless and silent. The poems are absolutely beautiful, and the poets are absolutely lonely. Behind the ultimate beauty is the ultimate loneliness.