In winter, there is no spring birds and flowers, no summer lightning and thunder, no autumn fruits, but there is leisure when sitting around the stove, there is purity and detachment when the snow is white, and there is the intoxicating fragrance of the proud snow branches... Colorful and enchanting, just like the ten beautiful poems in these ten poems.
The beauty of stepping on snow
"The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow"
[Tang] Liu Changqing
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold.
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night.
The poet stayed overnight at the home of a farmer in Furong Mountain, and heard that the owner of the farmhouse had returned from a snowy night, and the dog barked and answered. A picture of the return of the snowman, breaking out of the paper. Although the wind and snow are brave, some people are waiting, and it is warm to step on the snow.
The beauty of solitude
《Jiang Xue》
[Tang] Liu Zongyuan
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
The space between heaven and earth is so pure and silent, spotless and silent; the fisherman's life is so high, and the fisherman's character is so arrogant. Loneliness is the norm of life, and pride is the bottom limit of life.
Interesting beauty
"Ask Liu Nineteen"
[Tang] Bai Juyi
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
There are only two crosses in the whole poem, no far-reaching sustenance, no flowery words, but the words are filled with warm and cheerful tones and warm and fiery friendship. Drinking in the hearth, three or two friends, the most comfortable in winter.
Smell the beauty of the incense
Plum Blossom
[Song] Wang Anshi
There were several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opened it alone.
Haruka is not snow, for there is dark incense to come.
Classical Jun: Plum blossoms, as white as snow, grow in the corner of the wall but have no inferiority, and emit a fragrance from afar. It does not have to compete for spring, it is fragrant alone, but it is more refreshing.
The beauty of pride
"Don't Dong Da"
[Tang] Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.
Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know yourself, no one in the world knows the king.
Contrary to the lingering and poignant farewell poems of the past, this poem, with its sincere friendship and strong faith, paints another bold and healthy color for the willow color of Baqiao and the wind and snow of Weicheng. The best parting is not to cry between the two sides, but no matter what the road ahead, we can believe that each other can live well.
Majestic beauty
"Stuffed Song"
[Tang] Lu Lun
The black geese of the moon flew high and fled alone at night.
To drive the light horse away, the snow is full of bow knives.
The general found that the enemy was absconding, and he was going to lead the light cavalry to pursue; and as he was about to leave, a heavy snow fell on the bow, and in an instant the bow knife was full of snowflakes, and the majestic beauty jumped on the paper. The boy is ambitious, the border is proud, the country is home, the life is settled, and he is worthy of the title of a big husband.
Stunning beauty
"White Snow Song Sends The Military Judge Back to Beijing"
[Tang] Cen Ginseng
The north wind swept the white grass to the ground, and the snow flew in August.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.
Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, fox fur is not warm brocade thin.
The general's horn bow could not be controlled, and it was difficult to protect the iron suit.
The HanHai was dry and iced, and the clouds of sorrow were bleak and condensed.
The Chinese army returned with wine, huqin pipa and qiang flute.
The snow fell one after another, and the wind and red flag froze.
The east gate of the wheel sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow filled the Tianshan Road.
The mountain loop turned around and did not see jun, and the snow left a horse line.
Although this poem is not in winter, it is a solid winter scene. Snow presses the winter forest, like the blossoms of a tree. The magnificent artistic conception of "thousands of trees and pear blossoms" is quite romantic.
The beauty of sophistication
Sauvignon Blanc
[Qing] Naran Sex de
A ride in the mountains, a ride in the water, and a trip to the yuguan side. A thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.
The wind is more, the snow is more, and the dream of shattering the hometown is not successful. There is no such sound in the old garden.
It is difficult for the nostalgia to break the dream, and the feelings are not sleepy, only to feel the sound of the wind and snow, and the sound of the sound is hit into the heart socket, which is unbearable. It is cold and cold, and it has been away from home for a long time, but winter is the most miserable.
The beauty of toughness
"Green Pine"
Chen Yi
Heavy snow presses the green pine, which is straight and straight.
Know that the pine is high and clean, and stay until the snow melts.
The poet writes about Pine by placing it in a harsh environment, an atmosphere that is almost tense, where we see the tyranny of the snow and feel the resistance of Pine. We seem to be oppressed like pines, and we stand up straight like pines.
Atmospheric beauty
"Qinyuan Spring Snow"
Mao Zedong
The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, only the rest is reckless; the great river is up and down, and it is suddenly lost. Mountain dancing silver snake, the original chi wax elephant, wants to be higher than the Tiangong test. On a sunny day, look at the red dress, especially charming.
There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, causing countless heroes to bend their waists. Emperor Han Wu of Qin lost his literary style slightly; Emperor Songzu of Tang was slightly inferior. A generation of heavenly pride, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow to shoot large eagles. Count the popular characters, and look at the present dynasty.
Every time I read it, it seems to be back to that war-torn era, and I see the great man who pointed out the country, and I can't help but indulge in that bold style, magnificent momentum, far-reaching artistic conception, and broad mind.