When will spring come?
It is still cold and frozen, still snowy, and the wind is still cold. But it seems that something is different again. No matter how fierce winter is, spring will always come, and no matter how deep the snow falls, it will melt silently under the caress of the sun and in the breeze. Look at the snow and you know that spring is not far away. The snow has melted, it is gentle water, and it is also the spring of hope.
The thick shade under the walls is strong for this king, and the small mountain tip is dangerous jade for the group.
Although the wind is urgent to thaw at night, it does not subtract one point to the cold city.
- Don Luo Yin, "Residual Snow Under the Bamboo"
Under the thick shade of the trees, quietly in the corners of the walls, there is still some residual snow. The residual snow is still like a jade carving, and although the wind blows sharply at night and the snow melts a lot, the chill is still so thick that it has no intention of retreating. Winter, still insisting, residual snow, but also persisting. But after all, time will never stay for anyone, and it is an inevitable law to come from winter to spring.
The higher the altitude, the slower the snow melts, but no matter how high and far away, the sun will shine.
At the end of the South Yin Ridge Show, the snow floats in the clouds.
The forest shows a bright color, and the city increases the twilight cold.
- Tang Zu Yong, "Looking at the Snow in the South"
Looking at the north side of Zhongnan Mountain, it is beautiful and charming, and the snow piles up on it, as if floating among the clouds. After the snow, the sun is shining, and the snow has melted away. Although the naked eye can't see how much it has melted, the city in the evening is obviously much colder than before. As the saying goes, the snow is not cold, the snow is cold!
The snow gradually melted, and the once icy snow and snow were finally invincible to the baptism of time.
The residual snow is long and the sound of eaves is often heard.
It is sunny and wet, and the rainy day is still bright.
After the back of the ground melts off, the cold freeze returns.
You may wish to leave Mopan and borrow the Book of Books.
--Ming Yang Xunji, "Residual Snow"
The residual snow had been in the world for too long, gradually melting, and from time to time the sound of water droplets under the eaves could be heard. I thought it was sunny, but the steps were wet, I thought it was raining, and there was still the sun in the air. Because of the remoteness, the snow melted more slowly, melted some during the day, and at night, the weather was cold and froze again. Where is the contest between day and night, it is clearly a game of spring and winter. The poet thought that it was better to keep the residual snow, and it was also a good thing to read books when the snow came through the snow light. It seems that such a graceful thing, this winter, the poet has done many times, no wonder it is not in love.
Residual snow is the last of winter, it becomes thin and light, and perhaps soon disappears.
Outside the twilight crab leaves, the sky is full of love.
Residual snow and geese break, and the crescent moon brings tide.
The sky is at the end of the water, and the boat follows the trees.
A few nights away from home, tired of listening to the song.
- Song Yan Yu, "Jiang Xing"
The poet travels on the river in a boat and looks out over the river. The dim night shrouded the shallow reeds, and there was a vast silence. The snow has been broken, the geese have broken, the tide has risen, and the new moon is born. The sky is reflected in the water, and the boats follow the shadows of the treetops. It has been several days since I left my hometown, but I still can't get rid of my worries, I am full of sadness, and I don't like to hear the sound of rocking and singing. The snow is remnant snow, and spring is coming, but the poet has to leave his hometown and go in the opposite direction! It is impossible to carry many sorrows.
The residual snow is gradually disappearing, and it is no longer the snow of the harsh winter that does not melt, but also makes people's spirits lively.
The wind horn bows, and the general hunts Weicheng.
The grass is dry and the eagle's eye is sick, and the snow is light on the horse's hooves.
Ignored Xinfeng City, it also returned to the Xiaoliu Camp.
Looking back at the archery, the twilight clouds are flat.
--Tang Wang Wei, "Watching the Hunt"
Arrows were fired from the horned bows, and the wind sounded in unison, and the general led his soldiers to hunt in Weicheng, and the passion flew. The dry grass could not hide the keen eagle eye, the snow had melted, and the horse's hooves were extremely brisk. In the blink of an eye, after passing through Xinfeng City, it was back to The Willow Camp. Looking back at the hunting place, the wilderness is thousands of miles, the twilight clouds are endless, and there is a silence. The residual snow melts, and people always have to find something, after all, the winter is too long, and too much power has been accumulated. Even if it is to say goodbye to winter, it is also to welcome the new year.
Snow will eventually melt, and in the journey of life, how many hardships, can always pass, right?
Passing the three bus roads, the body is in danger.
Chaotic mountains and snowy nights, lonely candles and strangers.
Gradually, he became distant from the flesh and bones, and turned to the servant relatives.
Nakan is drifting, and tomorrow is a new year.
--Don Choi Tu, "Except for the Night"
On the bumpy and distant Samba Road, the guest lives thousands of miles away, extremely lonely. The mountains and rivers are as chaotic as a gathering, and the snow in the night reflects each other, and sitting against the lone candle fire, it is even more miserable. He is far away from his relatives, and he can only rely on the servants in front of him. Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve night, but the poet is still on the road of wandering, can't help but be more sad, tomorrow is the new year, the snow can be dissolved, there is no eternal winter, spring light will eventually occupy the heavens and the earth, the word fate, there should be similarities, right?
The snow will not melt, winter is gone, spring is coming, time is nostalgic, the past is lamentable.
The snow in the garden is half gone, and the old lala cold remains.
If the spring breeze is intentional, it is left to be seen in the next year.
--Ming Yangji, "Residual Snow"
The snow in the courtyard has melted away by more than half, but it still has the chill of the old Waxing Moon. It is the spring breeze that reluctantly wants it, deliberately keeps it, and appreciates it every other year!
The residual snow turns into spring water, ticking, in those deep times, how many stories, but not forgotten, not to mention like flowing water.
The residual snow condenses the cold painting screen, the falling plum horizontal flute has changed three times, and no one is in the moon.
I am a pitiful guest in the world, and I know what happened to the king and tear up, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.
- Qing Naranjande, "Huan Xi Sha"
The residual snow condensed the cold light, so that the picture screen also revealed a chill, the plum blossoms fell in the wind, and the sad flute sounded at the third time, no one was there, and the poet stood alone in the moonlight, full of heart. He sighed, I am a sad passer-by in the world, I don't know why the tears are flowing, only in the sound of the flute that breaks the intestines, reminiscing about the past of life, time can never go back, and the injury has never been cut by half a point with the passage of time.
Spring will eventually come, for the sad people, what is the difference between spring and winter?
The wind returns to the courtyard and the willow eyes continue to spring.
With half a day alone, there is still a bamboo crescent moon like that year.
The song is not dispersed, and the ice on the pool surface is first solved.
The candlelight is dark and the painting is deep, and the sideburns are full of frost and snow.
——Wudai Li Yu, "Yu Meiren"
The east wind blows in the courtyard, the grass is green, the willow trees have also sprouted, and spring has finally arrived. The poet stood alone in the column, speechless for a long time, watching the crescent moon rise above the bamboo forest, as if it had been the same as many years ago. The music was not finished, the feast was not dispersed, and everything continued. The ice on the surface of the pool began to melt. Late at night, the bright candlelight also becomes dim, and the painting hall is deep, which makes people fall into endless sadness. How helpless the poet is, at this time, apart from the white hair like snow, even the worries can not bear, what else do I have?
The wanderer who snowed in the spring was just unable to return to his hometown, and he was somewhat regretful.
The warm mud melts the snow and disappears, and the pedestrians are proud of the grass and horses.
Jiuhuashan Road Yunsha Temple, Qingyi River Village Liufu Bridge.
My heart is shaking.
The same comes and goes, the country is lonely in the spring!
——Tang Dumu, "When Xuanzhou Sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou, Mu wanted to go to the official and return to Beijing"
The sun will sprinkle warmth on the earth, the snow will gradually melt, the soil will merge, pedestrians will walk among the herbs, the horses will sing, and the road will gradually become lively. On Jiuhua Mountain, temples loom among the clouds, and willow branches flutter across the river bridge at the edge of Qingyi Village. Good friend, you are like a goose spreading its wings and flying high, and my heart is like a flag waving in the wind! We came out together, but we couldn't go back together, and the spring in our hometown inevitably added to the loneliness! Farewell, homesickness, it's all there.
Flowers will eventually replace snow, and spring will eventually occupy the world, which makes people happy and worried.
Wanli Sichun is still affectionate, and suddenly spring is a guest's heart.
The snow disappears outside the door, the mountains are green, and the flowers are sunny in February by the river.
——Song Ouyang Xiu, "Spring Day West Lake Sends Xie Fa Cao Song"
Hometown is thousands of miles away, and I always miss it, especially in the spring, I feel even more frightened. Time really does not pass ah, the snow outside the door has long since melted, the boundless peaks are green to welcome people, the riverbank blossoms, in february sunny weather, especially charming! Wherever you are, whether you like it or not, the snow will fall and it will melt.
In fact, when it comes, it comes, it goes away, the season is like this, and the journey of life is the same.
The spring breeze under the forest is gradually harmonizing, and there is not much snow on the high cliffs.
The gossamer is rising and the branches are quiet, and the green walls are full of white birds.
Suddenly to the nostalgic couple in the mountains, a few dreams from the mouth of the cave.
The guest clothes and dust must eventually be changed, so that the lake will grow lotus.
- Ming Wang Shouren, "Spring Qing"
In the clear spring, in the middle of the woods, the east wind is soft and warm, looking at the high cliffs, there is not much snow. How gentle the sun is, the flowers are beautiful and quiet, and the flocks of white birds fly in front of the green mountains. Suddenly missed my old friend, stained clothes or change it, time is long, soon the lake should grow lotus, why not appreciate it?
When the snow falls, it always attracts countless attention, and when the residual snow melts, it is always ignored. It is just to complete the time, what you should do, come and go calmly. In silence, it is a piece of compassion for the world. In spring, it is nourished by snow and water, and gradually grows into the most beautiful appearance. It seems that Ruixue is not only a mega year, but also a good scenery of thousands of purples and thousands of reds. A remnant of snow, but a precious gift from time to the roots, grass stems, flower buds, with all kinds of colors and aromas, and endless vitality.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.