Winter snow is the most beautiful white in the world.
Snow is a surprise that falls from heaven.
There is winter into the heart, there is snow like poetry, poetry Junjun shares the most beautiful 10 poems written in snow, infinite pure beauty, there must be a sentence you like.
The most ingenious snow:
I don't know if the tree in the garden is a real plum.
"Spring Snow"
Don Oriental
Spring snow is full of air, and the touch is like a flower.
In early spring, heavy snow suddenly fell, and snow flakes flew all over the sky, falling on the branches like blooming white flowers. People can't tell which tree in the garden is a real plum.
The poet did not write about the beauty of snow, but saw snow as a plum blossom. When the snow falls on the branches, people can't tell which is the real plum blossom.
The whole poem is exquisitely conceived, turning out new ideas in the changjing, ingenious and strange, unique, but short, simple in meaning, vivid and interesting.
The poet has been waiting for the return of spring for a long time, but he accidentally saw the hope of returning to the earth in the snow.
The most joyful snow:
Afraid that the east wind will blow away, stay respectful and wait for the moon, and rely on the eunuch to watch tonight.
"Red Forest Catch Closer, Shou Ci , Man Road Flower"
Song Chen Yunping
Thirty-six thousand acres, jade pot heaven and earth cold.
YuLing sealed the 皪, Qiyuan folded Lang Jiao.
Desert pear blossoms, willows flying.
Straight suspicious and frightened, oblique wind traces the waves.
This is a frequent reward, and a drunk is full of joy.
Hu Tong Qi Leek, and Bing Xian recommended spring plate.
Afraid of the east wind blowing away, stay respectful and wait for the moon,
I don't hesitate to watch tonight.
In Chen Yunping's pen, snow is absolutely beautiful.
The snow is flying in the sky, breathtaking, and it feels as if the sky and the earth are all a white expanse, so that Meiling seals the bright beauty, and the emerald bamboo of the Qiyuan Garden is discolored.
It was like pieces of pear blossoms in the air, like tiny willows flying in the air.
For such a beautiful view, the poet did not dare to sleep, afraid that the east wind would blow away the flying snow, stop the cup and wait for the moon, rely on the railing, afraid that he would not give up the beauty of tonight.
The lyricist loves snow, loves snow, calls on the child to drink, and drinks and appreciates. A "afraid" word paints the love of the word people with deep love for snow.
The snow is like a pear blossom, like a willow, floating in this vast land.
Imagine the latest strange snow:
It should be the Heavenly Immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.
"Qing Ping Le Painting Hall Morning Rise" (excerpt)
Don Lee Bai
The painting hall rises in the morning to report that the snowflakes have fallen.
The high roller shutters look at Jiarui, and the bright color is far away from the garden.
The gas light leads to the furnace smoke, and the grass is cold and jade.
Li Bai's imagination is unmatched.
Others say that snow is like a flower, but he says: the momentum of the snowflakes dancing wildly is like the steaming of furnace smoke, and the white flowers and grasses are shining with cold light and hanging on a jade kun. It should not be the gods and immortals in the sky who are drunk and crush the white clouds.
"It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds" This metaphor describes that there is really no one. It was amazing, thanks to how he wanted to come.
Looking at the snow scene, a vast and confused color, showing joy and obsession. See the enchanting snow scenery, imposing and magnificent.
The snow in winter is a crushed cloud in the sky, so soft, like a marshmallow.
Snow like ice:
I don't know who in heaven crossed the flute and blew down the qionghua all over the world.
Wing Xue
Yuan Wu Cheng
The old age of The Wax Turn hongjun has been crippled, and the east wind cuts the temple of heaven under the water.
Wu Chuqian's water overwhelmed the Qinhuai Wanli Mountain.
Wind bamboo bamboo silver phoenix dance, cloud pine stomp jade dragon cold.
Snow falls on the earth, and there are many gestures.
The snow pressed the bamboo branches, blowing under the gust of wind, swaying, like a silver phoenix. The tall cloud pine, like a jade dragon that flexes and circling, is chilling.
I don't know who played the horizontal flute in the sky and blew down this jade-like snowflake sprinkled all over the world.
In Wu Cheng's pen, the snow is like a jade dragon, like the broken jade of Qiong Yao in the heavens, blowing into the human world, which is a love letter written by heaven to the earth.
Snow is scattered in the daily life of the world, three by three and two.
The most elegant and flowing snow:
The incense bucket tent never leaks. The land is full of land, and the moon is thick with clouds.
"Shanglin Chunling : Seeing Snow on November 30th"
Song Mao
Butterflies first turn over the curtain embroidery. Wan Yu Nu, Qi Hui Dance Sleeve.
The falling flowers flew misty, long memories, after the Baqiao farewell.
The night cold is not close to the tassel, only pity him, the backyard plum thin.
Snow is like life, life is like snow.
The dynamic beauty of the film depicting the flying snow is pinned on the sadness of the lyricist's wandering and travel.
The white snow that flies is sometimes like a butterfly that flips through the embroidered curtain, sometimes like a thousand heavenly women scattering flowers and dancing with their sleeves, sometimes like falling flowers, sometimes like flying feathers.
The next film writes about the static beauty of snow, and the lyricist is lonely and ambitious. At night, the snowscape is like thick clouds covering the earth, like a bright moonlight sprinkling into the wilderness.
Heaven and earth, up and down, a good silver and white world. It is dustless, how exquisite and transparent.
The woman "can't stay", so she said goodbye and came to Dutou to bid farewell. This parting is not only difficult to attach, but also mixed with depression, grief, and complex emotions such as negative anger and grievances.
In the snow, a plum blossom is not afraid of the cold, lonely and open, that is the stubbornness of the poet.
In the snow, there is still a lonely life, stubborn persistence.
The most charming snow poems:
At night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding.
"Night Snow"
Don Bai Juyi
The pillow was cold, and the window was clear again.
Others are "watching" the snow, and Bai Juyi is "listening to the snow".
This is a poem of Yongxue, all set off by the side, and written from the four levels of touch (cold), vision (light), feeling (knowing), and hearing (smell), with twists and turns, thus vividly writing a night snow.
I was really surprised by the cold tonight, the quilt pillow was actually cold, and I saw a bright light outside the window. It was late at night, knowing that it was snowing heavily outside, and from time to time I heard the sound of thick snow crushing the branches.
Sentence by sentence writes people, but everywhere there is night snow. Because of the cold window, I know that there is snow, and because I know the snow is heavy because of the sound of folding bamboo, I write with twists and turns.
Cold winter waxing moon, let's listen to the sound of snow falling.
The most tranquil snow:
Sprinkle the air deep alley quietly, and accumulate the plains widely.
"Winter Evening to Snow Memories of Hu Jushi's Family"
Don Wang Wei
The cold is more clear about the arrow, and the mirror is clear.
The wind was terrifying, and the door was full of snow.
Borrowing Yuan Anshe, Heran was still closed.
Ordinary people are good at using goose feather willow silk (such as Xie Daoyun), broken Qiong Chaoyu (such as Shi Nai'an) and so on to write snow scenes. Wang Wei writes snow, the pen and ink are ethereal, and the feeling is delicate and layered.
The poet first wrote from the ear of the pen, writing that he heard the sound of the wind blowing bamboo through the window at night; then wrote about the visual vision: when he opened the door in the morning, he found that the snow had covered the mountain.
"Wind and bamboo" has a sound, "snow full of mountains" is colored, and the realm is empty.
In the next couplet, the word "sprinkling the air" imitates the dynamics, depicting the state of snowflakes flying in the air and flying in the air; the word "Jisu" is written quietly, showing that a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground.
"Deep Alley Quiet" and "Guangting Idle" render the silence of the deep alley and the guangting environment in the snowy night, conveying the poet's state of mind.
Wang Wei draws on the artistic experience of his predecessors in writing snow, and also uses the expression method of not sticking to objects and purely from the impression of feeling to light ink, to paint a cold, silent and sound, light color, dynamic and angry night snow map.
Listening to the snow, what you listen to is actually the heart, it is the love, and it is the great silence after thousands of flashy flowers have returned to silence.
Every snowflake is a letter from winter, please collect it.
When the winter leaves, the snow melts into the grass, and I believe that there must be a new encounter to continue the warmth.