Snowflakes, falling one by one, quietly, quietly, the depressed world is decorated with romance and sentimentality, like a fairy tale. Watching Qiong flowers sprinkled everywhere, looking at the snow, the thoughts in my heart also ran out unconsciously, fluttering and sprinkling, as if it were an endless snowflake.
Once upon a time, Willow Yiyi.
Now I come to think, rain and snow.
--Xi Zhou Anon. "Shijing Xiaoya Tsevi"
When I used to come here, it was a beautiful spring, and the willow branches were soft and flickering. Now I am thinking of it, and when I come to the place where I was sent off, the rain and snow are falling, and the heavens and the earth are miserable and cold. And that guy, he hasn't come back yet. From spring to winter, the thoughts are still just wandering alone.
Time flies, the seasons change, and the thoughts never stop.
Last year, outside the Yuhang Gate, the snow was like a poplar flower.
At the end of spring this year, the Yang flowers are like snow, and they still don't see their homes.
The wine roller blinds invite the bright moon, and the wind dew penetrates the window screen.
Just like The Sister-in-law pities the double swallows, the light is clearly illuminated, and the beam is obliquely painted.
--Song Sushi, "Young You, Runzhou"
I remember last year, when my family sent me outside the Yuhang Gate, snowflakes flew in the sky, like Yang flowers. This spring is almost over, the yang flowers are flying, like snowflakes, and have not yet returned home. Raise your glass, roll up the beaded curtain, invite the bright moon in the sky to drink, and the cool wind dew soaks the window screens. It is as if the moonlight also infinitely pities the amphibian swallows, sprinkling the gentle light obliquely on the swallow nest under the painting beam! What an envy.
The snow fell, the pile was deep, and the thoughts were deep.
The sword is far from the army, homeless and sent clothes.
Scatter the three feet of snow, and dream back to the old mandarin machine.
——Tang Li Shangyin, "After Mourning the Wounds, He Went to Eastern Shu to Scatter The Snow at Shanguan"
I'm going to serve outside the sword in the bitter cold and remote, and you can't send me a winter coat without a home. When the snow piled up more than three feet thick in Dasanguan, how could it not remind people of the past when you sorted out the loom for me and sewed clothes? Life and death are really helpless and sad.
In the ice and snow, what cannot be suppressed is the thought, the end of the world and the cape, only the love of the sea.
Snow illuminated the mountain city jade finger cold, a Qiang pipe complained between the buildings.
Jiangnan plum blossom hair several times, people in the end of the world sideburns have been spotted.
Stars, moons. Pour the river into the cup plate.
Hanlin Fengyue three thousand songs, sent to Wu Ji to hold back tears to see.
——Song Liu, "Partridge Heaven, Snow Illumination mountain city jade finger cold"
The mountain city was full of snow, and when the flute was blown, the fingers felt stiff, and the sound of the qiang flute was full of sorrow. The plum blossoms in Jiangnan have bloomed a few degrees, and I have been wandering in the end of the world for too long, and my sideburns have grayed. The stars in the sky are dotted, the moon is clustered, and the wine is poured into the glass alone, silently tasting this loneliness and beauty. I, Hanlin, have written too many poems for you, and I want to send them to you, but before I send them out, it is as if I have seen you holding back tears and reading them carefully. The snow is so deep, the moonlight is so cold, the acacia is so far away, how can you write a poem after a poem?
When the snow falls, the plum blossoms often bloom in the cold, and in the snow and fragrance, some people are happy but also some people are sad.
Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow.
It seems strange to be different.
Annoying flavor a who knows? Please ask to take the South Lou Yue.
I remember last year, the plum season.
No one says anything about the old.
For whom is it drunk and for whom is it awake? To this day, I still hate to part lightly.
——Song Lu Benzhong, "Tasha Xing, Snow Like Plum Blossoms"
The snow is as white as a plum blossom, and the plum blossom is as crystal clear as snow. Whoever is like that is as beautiful as anyone. But the snow and plum blossoms aroused my sorrow, and only the moon in the south building knew my heart. I remember last year, we walked in the snow together to find plums, and we were very happy. But ShaoGuang is easy to pass away, and when all this becomes a thing of the past, no one mentions it again. Who am I now drunk and drunk for? I'm still so remorseful that I left you so easily! When will we see you again?
Snowflakes are falling, and thoughts can't stop.
A journey to the mountains, a journey to the water, to the yuguan that side of the line, late at night a thousand tent lights.
The wind is more, the snow is more, and the dream of the hometown is not successful, and there is no such sound in the garden.
--Qing Naranjande, "Sauvignon Blanc Mountain Journey"
Day and night, trekking through mountains and waters, heading towards Yuguan, in the middle of the night, thousands of tents lit up. Snow fell outside the tent, the wind whistled, the snow sounded, and the noisy sound disturbed the dream of returning to the hometown, and there was never such a sound in the hometown! It's hard to go out, let alone encounter such extreme weather.
Wind and snow are devastating, life is difficult, the most difficult winter, should be relatives together, warm each other, encourage each other.
Pray to the mother river beam, white hair sad to see tears withered eyes.
On the night of the tragic firewood, it is better to have a son than nothing.
- Qing Huang Jingren, "Don't Be old mother"
The poet lifted up the tent, and in order to make a living, he was not allowed to bid farewell to his mother and go to the river beam. Looking at her mother's white hair, she couldn't help but be full of sorrow, and the tears dried up. In this miserable night of wind and snow, in front of the firewood gate is a helpless parting, the reality is really cruel. What is the use of adopting a son? You can't do filial piety in front of your mother, it's better not to have it. The poet's heart is about to be broken, and the elderly mother is even more unbearable, in this bad weather, the son travels alone, how much worry she should have, how much should she miss.
When the snow falls, maybe you will also think of a friend, think of each other, and feel warm in your heart.
The same as lazy gardeners, a total of rain and snow on depression.
Drink wine and cruise forever night, laugh and send the wreckage year.
For a long time, he turned his back on his old age and was often called a scattered immortal.
Hu Zuo Sanxian should have seen the East China Sea change into mulberry fields.
——Don Bai Juyi, "Snow Night Drink Gift Dream"
You and I are both naturally loose garden guests, facing the depressed rain and snow together. On a snowy night, you may wish to drink, spend a long time, laugh, and send away the end of the year. Although life is not smooth, but it does not matter, because I do not care, people call me a scattered immortal, this can be, the immortals have been accustomed to seeing the East Sea change mulberry field, and why bother too much? Among friends, such ridicule also increases happiness.
The snow is so big and piled so deep, it will always bring people surprises, at least surprises, and writing a letter to a friend in the snow is also a beautiful feeling.
The cold is more clear about the arrow, and the mirror is clear.
The wind was terrifying, and the door was full of snow.
Sprinkle the air deep alley quietly, and accumulate the plains widely.
Borrowing Yuan Anshe, Heran was still closed.
——Tang Wang Wei, "Winter Evening to Xue Yi Hu Jushi's Family"
More sounds seem to be cold, conveying the news of the arrival of the morning, picking up the mirror, but seeing their aging face, time can pass really fast! Through the doors and windows, they all heard the north wind shaking the bamboo outside, and when they pushed the door open, they saw only the mountains covered with snow. Snowflakes sprinkled in the deep alleys, more silent, piled up in the courtyard, more spacious and relaxed. How are you at home? It must be leisurely lying high and the wood door is closed, so uncomfortable, right? It seems that the poet knows his friend very well.
Snowflakes flutter, spring has not yet arrived, but the warm friendship is enough to make people fear the bitter cold.
Hibiscus falls to the sky and water, and the sun rises at dusk.
Flying double swallows on the back of the cloud cold, alone to the east bank of the small building, leaning on the appendix to see.
Fusheng only honors the former old man, and the snow fills the Chang'an Road.
The old man raised the platform in the morning and evening and gave me the spring color of Jiangnan and a branch of plum.
--Song Shuqian, "Yu Meiren, Sending Gongdu"
The lotus flowers have long since withered, the water and sky are connected, and in the evening, the autumn wind blows strongly and sets off waves. I stood on the small building, leaning against the railing to watch, the swallows flying in different directions, flying farther and farther away under the cold clouds. This life should only be old in drunkenness, and suddenly Chang'an is full of snow. Distant friends who climb to the high platform sooner or later will definitely send me my thoughts and send me plum blossoms that have been sent early in Jiangnan, right? That's the most beautiful spring.
Who do you think of when snowflakes fall? What kind of mood do you have? The north wind whistles, but the snowflakes bloom like spring flowers, and the thoughts are the same, in each snowflake, there is a person's name written on it, like a person's smiling face, this is you, but also me, and the secret of time...
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.