Write your own poems about winter 1. Write your own poem about winter.
spring
Peach and plum are full of mountain red,
It's no longer spring in Zhu Yan.
Ask who you've been with in your life,
Send me tender feelings to sing to the moon.
summer
Long waterfalls shed thousands of sorrows,
Flowers make you cry,
Affectionate, sauvignon blanc,
Always let sadness sting my heart.
autumn
Although the yellow leaves are gorgeous and intoxicating,
Deciduous leaves are always sad when they return to their roots.
Time has never warned people,
The gray temples shocked me.
winter
Just as there is snow on the earth,
All winter is a cold heart,
Lend me a glass of water,
But my heart is infinitely sad. Ladybug septempunctata 356946984 original
Please write a short poem about winter.
Seeing that the landlord is quite entangled, I attach my humble work about the four seasons to give the landlord more choices.
Alas, the cold wind is howling. This is news from Siberia. When people breathe with their hands and rub with their hands, the breath of winter declares their territory and sovereignty. Deciduous trees surrendered first, and the only remaining dead leaves combined with the bleak factory waste gas outlined another year of depressed winter scenery.
It's time to look forward to the arrival of the first snow, let it cover these ugliness and safeguard the only dignity of the deceased like a shroud! -"This Winter" suddenly turned white overnight, and the children were surprised to ask when it would snow. God does not know the sufferings of the world, urging plum blossoms to bloom in another spring.
-"Time flies" This is a poem about winter; The autumn wind refused to take me, curled away, the foxtail flower had no tears, and the ripples faded everywhere. -"Knowing Autumn" This is a poem about autumn; It is sunny in summer and sweaty in the morning. I am not interested in farming at this time, and many people are idle.
-"Zhongfu" This is a limerick about summer; The cherry blossoms are a little heavy and the branches are a little white. If it is not the warmth of spring, it may be Leng Xue.
-Sakura Road This is a short poem about spring.
3. Describe the modern poems I wrote in winter.
The lush branches and leaves are gone, the waves of passion are gone, and the windy air is hard to find.
The wind stopped and stopped at the top of the tree, the last dying leaf. The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun struggled to clear the clouds but was too lazy to work, leaving a few rays of sunshine to perfunctory. Although it has a temperature, it is daunting-it breaks the last hope. It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here. The sun went down.
Fog, dark, gloomy came up. It erodes every organic cell in space.
The wind doesn't like all these roaring, stormy waves and the stealth of mountain peaks. It doesn't take everything away, but it leaves a fragmented winter. The only calm has also broken everything. Because it is winter, yesterday's dense fog has confused today's confusion, and today's dense fog has been completed. Winter is a confusion, and the dense fog has lost its way and caught its heart. Winter is the season of silence. Grandpa always sits alone on the wall in winter, silent. The sun caressed his face as old as walnut with gentle hands, and caressed his beloved child like a kind mother. Winter is the season of falling snow, and snowflakes swirl like mysterious white butterflies from distant heaven. My grandfather told his childhood story on a quiet snowy night. He is as happy as a child, and his heart is full of infinite warmth, just like us. On a sad day, I suddenly remembered the spring outing. In fact, no one knows what grandpa is thinking in winter, but his story tells me that he has been far away from his childhood and hometown. .........................'s Winter in the South is in the rural areas in the south. What remains in the field after autumn is the scar scraped by a sickle. Maybe before the call of spring breeze next year, our life will be different. Scarecrow prone on the ground, is purely organized and undisciplined. Past eyes can't sweep away inner emptiness and anxiety. In the storm, they grew old and became the most corrupt. There is no need to talk about health and achievement. Perhaps it is such a corner, you think it is bright and dazzling, stubborn and contrary to the season, but it still ignites your inner weakness, hoping to be as strong and as usual as a piece of paper flying in front of you. Maybe it doesn't mean anything, but it shows small at most. The sight of the countryside can give many people life and hope ———————————— Trak snowflakes fluttered gently outside the window, echoing for a long time. The room is ready, and the table is full of rich banquets. From the dark road to the gate, only a few trees are shining with golden light, sucking the cold dew in the earth. The wanderer has quietly stepped into pain and turned the threshold into stone. In the clear and dazzling light, it is bread and wine on the table —————————————— Tang I love winter, and six petals of snowflakes are gifts from my grandpa in winter; I love winter. The snowman made by children is the joy brought by Santa Claus. I love winter, and the snowy world is a playground for children. I love winter. Colorful cotton-padded jackets add color to the snowy world. I love winter, that white and flawless winter! ———————— Winter Rain The first rain in winter falls gently, turning the water town in the south of the Yangtze River into an ink painting and a wet poem. The shadow of autumn is no longer visible on the bridge of the season, but the misty winter rain still has the charm of autumn. Carefully weave a gorgeous and transparent coat to make the indifferent winter full of romantic poetry and misty rain. Although the season has gradually become desolate, depressed and decadent, accompanied by the north wind, I still read the preface of "Fresh Winter" from this cool winter rain.
4. My own winter poems
Ancient poems and famous sentences describing winter
Rain and snow disappear in January.
Tribal tiger: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun. Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning.
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong
Cold wind destroys trees, and first frost bears knots.
Jiao Zhongqing's Ancient Poems in Han Yuefu
It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. If there is no hope, cock your ears and keep your eyes clean.
Sad: cold. Mimi: Dark. H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see. Hao: White.
Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Mao's Works in Mid-December and His Brother's Respect"
The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins are because of the wind.
Xie Jin said, "Snow Poetry": "What is snow like? The difference between salt and air can be simulated, but catkins are not caused by wind. "
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.
North wind: North wind. Strengths: violence. Sadness: biting.
Xie Lingyun, At the Age of Years in Southern Dynasties and Song Dynasty
The wind scares the bamboo, and the snow covers the mountains.
Xuan: Windows. Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound.
Tang Wang Wei's Memories of Hu Jushi's Snow House on a Winter Night
I don't know whether the court will open today, but people suspect that Hualin opened the court last night.
Shuo Bao: Snowflakes fall in the courtyard.
How to deal with the snow in the garden by Tang Song Wenzhi.
The sound of water swallows the ice, and the sand road is flat.
Don Liu Changqing's reward for Zhang Xia's hard work on his way back to the state on a snowy night.
A vine path is green, and a million snow peaks are clear.
Winter Returning to Laoshan by Tang Li Bai
It's cold in Whitestorm, and snowflakes are as big as hands.
Tang Libai mocked Li Yangwang for refusing to drink.
Snowflakes on the Yanshan Mountain, such as seats, blew down Xuanyuantai.
Xuanyuantai: It is said that the Yellow Emperor captured Chiyou.
Popular in the North by Tang Li Bai
The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back into the air.
Return air: rotating wind.
DuDu Fu DuXue.
First frost is in rags, and his fingers can't be tied straight.
Point straight: fingers are stiff.
Tang Du Fu's Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian
Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.
No line: No line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home on Winter Night"
It's freezing, the days are short and the wind and waves are calm.
Tang Du Fu's Nostalgia in Public Security
On the bamboo in the sunset and on the mountains in the snow.
Tang Hanyi's "Chu Zhu Shu Zhai Bi Hui Shu Zi Qian Yuan Wai Shi Lang County" (Zhang Jishi)
Who cut the snow on the ground into this smallpox?
Tang Hanyu's two poems "Li Hua": "Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded during the spring competition for luxury. Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?
Cold: stern and dim eyes.
Tang Luwen's Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Zuo Ting
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Shout: The wind is roaring.
Ode to Bitterness and Cold by Tang Meng Jiao
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen
Liufeihua came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into Qiongzhi.
Six out: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called six out snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Don Gao wrote Snow.
Knowing that it snows heavily at night, I can hear the sound of bamboo folding.
Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "The pillow is cold and the window is bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
Write two sentences about the scene of snowflakes flying.
Two Snow Poems by Tang Li Shangyin
All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing the cold more seriously.
Swallow: The spring water is frozen and does not flow smoothly, which is described as sobs. Yin: Singing.
Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel the snow cover. "
Three million Yulong was defeated, and black sheep and bones were flying all over the sky.
Yulong: Describe flying snow. Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another.
Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem Snow in Xiqing Poetry Talk.
Jiangshan is not a thousand miles away from jathyapple, and the world is selfless and jade Qian Qian
Jade: Jade.
Geng's Snow
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
Sheng Xue Biao
5. My own winter poems
Poetry describing winter
Winter in the north is winter.
Xu zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
Land and sky full of yellow sand and desert;
Bare branches, stir the north wind hard first-
Teams of athletes who dare to die stand proudly in front of the war!
Not a trace of green, not a trace of attachment,
Only spell bare bones and muscles; Concentrate the semen of life,
Frost whip, snow fist and wind sword that can resist three winters,
Until Chunyang conquered Xiao Sha, loneliness and pain,
Straight to the spring sunshine opens the cage of life and releases a fresh tree head!
Seeing the effect of struggle from endurance to patience, athletes will go home with a smile!
Winter in the north is winter!
Land and sky full of yellow sand;
A sleepy bull in the field,
Draw a few lines of sad geese on the western horizon.
Done at192365438+1October 22nd.
In the snow.
Feng zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
1926
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
You see, I have my direction.
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt.
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Written on February 30th 1924.
It's hard to get
Xu zhimo
Rare, the night is so quiet,
Rare, the fire is so warm,
It is even more rare to be silent.
A pair of lonely souls!
No camp, no comments,
Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,
Sitting quietly in front of the fire,
I can only silently count the lanes farther away.
Take a sip of water, my friend,
Moisturize chapped lips;
You add some coal, my friend,
A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.
On a cold winter night, my friend,
People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;
In the cold world,
Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!
Before March 1925
Winter night
New Di
Sitting in front of the burning stove,
The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;
Touching the faded satin,
The black cat whispered.
Shutters let in fresh air at night,
The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;
Miss the dust outside the warmth,
How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?
1934 65438+ February
One night in Xishan Songtang
6. My own modern winter poems
winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
Miss winter
Actually, winter is beautiful.
The forest is clean and concise.
The sun set up camps everywhere.
The figure of children playing in front of and behind the mountain.
It also reminds people of the pergola.
The posture of loofah
In the sunshine of the dozing old man
Forgot to set up a sentry
Now you dive into the inland river
Sorrow is caught by the beating waves.
My riverbed is dry and cracked.
Deep into the blood of his ancestors
The bell struck dawn.
Rolling dewdrop
Lotus leaves are fresh and stretch in the wind.
Actually, winter is beautiful.
Nature takes off one coat after another.
Show the naked soul
Latent bone marrow in winter
You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring.
Silent winter
It is very cold in winter.
Like a person who has lost his memory.
Patience. As before
Cold and quiet
No expression
Winter is pure.
Like a pure world.
White swan. It is carefree.
The wild escape made snowflakes.
Be widely discussed
Sparrows started up from dead branches.
The north wind got into warm clothes.
Cold loneliness is very important to life.
This is another kind of scenery.
In such a calm season
Fortunately, wind is a deep memory.
Start to let the tears crystallize little by little.
Winter always reminds people of something.
Or missed something.
When the fire is burning, I always feel that it can burn out.
In the past Many things need us to warm up.
In fact, love and life will be the same day by day.
quiet
Winter is a snowflake. let me ... ...
Learn to be grateful. Thank you for the breeze.
Bring me another kind of beauty in my life
Gently awakened my sleeping heart.
Winter in the south
In the rural areas in the south, what remains in the field after autumn is the scar scraped by the sickle.
Wait until the call of the spring breeze next year.
I began to conceive dreams again.
Maybe our lives are the same?
The scarecrow sprawled on the ground.
Purely organized and undisciplined
Past eyes can't sweep out their hearts.
Emptiness and anxiety
Growing old in the wind and rain is the most corrupt
There is no need to talk about health and achievement.
Maybe it's just a corner
You found it.
Bright and dazzling.
Stubbornly run counter to the season.
But it still ignites your inner weakness.
Hope to be strong
As usual, a piece of paper is flying in front of your eyes.
Maybe it doesn't mean anything.
At best, it shows a depressed rural scene.
But it has given many people life and hope.
7. Five Laws of Poems Describing Winter by Self-editing
Five methods Therefore, General Wuwei's three elegies were strictly guarded against death in the cold night, and the former army fell to a big star.
A strong man is determined to think, but he is sorry for the elves. Wang has no war today, but a scholar has learned.
The seal of Marquis is generous, who is the compendium? Sword dancing is extraordinary, and archery can shoot animals.
The front of the shovel is smooth and smooth, and the fierce bite force is lost. Red feather thousand-handed rice, yellow river ice in October.
Running across the desert is so fast that it is called. Sadness clears the door, and the new building is far away.
Passers-by are crying in the rain and the wind is blowing. The essence of the song dynasty is still sharp, and the Huns are not arrogant.
No chance to see a hero, the tree is rustling. Five methods accompany Li Jinwu to spend the first time drinking in the resort, and will socialize the rest of the time.
Watch the birds blow gently and count the flowers at will. Fine grass says sitting sideways, fragrant mash is lazy.
Drunk should be guilty night, terrible Li Jinwu. Ten poems by He Shanlin, the general who accompanied the five laws, don't know Nantang Road, but now know Five Bridges.
Famous gardens are surrounded by green water and wild bamboos are green. Taniguchi's old face, Hao Liang saw the confession.
Life is quiet and happy, and I don't cherish horseshoes. A hundred hectares of wind pool, a thousand chapters of summer.
Low branches and low seeds, followed by dark-leafed nest warbler. Fresh crucian carp with silver thread, celery and green soup.
Rummaging through the bottom of the building, the dinner goes deeper and deeper. Prince Wanli Rong, when do you want to celebrate the moon? Different flowers come out of the field, and vines clear the pool.
The Han apostles arrived in vain, but Shennong didn't know. The dew fell in the rain and the opening gradually left the cloak.
The side houses are connected by tall bamboo, and the hedges are made of late flowers. There are no horses in the whirlpool, but snakes are hidden in the vines.
Words are useless, and mountains are not on credit. Try your best to sell books and ask your boss.
Cangjiang residual water is broken, Jieshi residual mountain is broken. The green wind folds bamboo shoots, and the red rain blooms plum blossoms.
Silver armour is used to fly kites and goldfish is used to hold wine. Walking around without sweeping, sitting on raspberry moss at will.
The wind blows clouds and snow, and the cloud gate roars at waterfalls and springs. I feel sleepy when I wake up, and I want to pack cotton when my clothes are cold.
Wild old people come to see guests, and river fish don't charge money. Simple places have only one mountain and one water.
Thorn trees are cold and cloudy, and lotus roots are fragrant in spring. Lettuce is crispy, delicious due to yin deficiency and cold in nature.
Wild cranes come out in the morning, while mountain gods hide in the daytime. The stone forest is full of water and walks alone for a hundred miles.
Recalling Yang Liuzhu, I decided to go to Kunchi. Drunk green lotus leaves, crazy blank □ (on "Month" and "Break").
Think of the guest by stabbing the boat, and beg me for help. Sitting late opposite Qinshan, the Jianghu is quite popular.
The books on the bed are connected to the house, and the trees blow clouds in front of the steps. A general is not good at fighting, but a young boy can always write.
Awakening, breeze blowing in, listening to poetry in the dead of night. [Yu] clothes are hung with dragonflies, and the moon is white.
You are suddenly unhappy. You have no choice but to return. Go out and live in flowing water and look back at the white clouds.
Laugh and dance in front of the lamp, and whoever is drunk will sing. You should just be friends. The storm is coming.
On the ninth day of the Five Laws, Qujiang was decorated in Cornus officinalis, and it declined. I think it's half the season and autumn, and I feel sad on the ninth day.
Jingmen Jiangshui Qingyuan District has doubts about this road. I'm glad I'm late. I'm shaking my chrysanthemums.
Five methods: Bai Shuiming's uncle loves rain, and he once said that uncle's house is like this. Who did the ancients reply to? The blue mountains are sunny and wet, and there is much white water and rain.
Prayer is neither ignorance nor happiness. The drought in the Tang Dynasty was quite severe, and now I am drunk with string songs.
The Five Laws recall that Ji Zi, the youngest son, is still separated by spring, and the music is warm and moist. Without shock and change, who is smart?
Jianshui Ganshan Road, Laoshu Village, Chai Men. Recalling the sorrow of the canal, I only feel that my back is leaning against the Qing Xuan.
Five laws and one hundred and fifty nights, the moon has no home to return to, and tears are like golden waves. There should be clearer light in the middle of the moon.
Five laws, West Star, recalling the past three Yang's letters, no one answered. At sunset, the eyes will wear out and the heart will die of cold ashes.
The fog and trees attract each other, and the lotus peak suddenly opens. Relatives are old and thin, thieves are hard.
Worried about dusk, desolate Han Yuan Chun. After today's events, infernal affairs are temporary.
At the first sight of Alice, Nanyang was completely new. I fell down with joy, sobbing, and tears stained my towel.
Who will report your death, you will feel sorry for yourself when you go back. I'm still looking forward to the snow. I like the day when I meet martial arts.
Shadow is still in front of Qianguan and Shinjuku Seven Schools. Today, the Han Dynasty is a country, and the New Year is a new year.
The five laws are presented to Yan Buge, Lao Hu, and Huang Dengge, a wonderful year of Ming tribute. The dragon has sex rain, and the eagle has autumn.
The guest's courtesy is very generous, and he has contact with the Cao Can authorities. The new poem is good, it should be handed down by the old man.
The five laws of autumn and moon are near, and the moon shadow on earth is clear. When you enter the river, the toad will live forever.
Only beneficial to Dan Xin, can add white invention. If you know the land like the back of your hand, don't follow the western camp of the country.
The slogan of "Five Ways to Travel in the Evening" is: Sichuan is unreachable, and the road is thick at night. Wild geese float in cold water, and hunger gathers in the building.
Today's market is different. When will the chaos stop? I'm ashamed of Manager Liang Jiang, but I still have a black head at home.
Five methods, the only way is to become a poem, snuff is too much, and wine and youth are friends. When you are drunk, you are a guest, and poetry becomes a sense of god.
War is still in sight, Confucianism is not the body. * * * bound by a micro-official, bowed their heads and ashamed savage.
Five methods and three immortals fought Beijing to leave Ji Dan, and the demon star was removed according to the jade. You're going to the next temple, but you can't live in the building.
Bend Fenyang for a while and talk about flying swallows. There are still seven halls, and there are more than 10,000 square meters at the beginning.
Business is declining, and the world is lonely. Suddenly I heard the funeral edict and went down to Shengming.
Wings breed commerce, and Si Wen remembers Emperor Yao. When you are guilty, you will look up to heaven.
Sweat horse meets palace que, spring city shovels thief trench. Reward juniper and recommend cherry.
There are many people, and heroes are supreme. All parties frequently send greetings, all of which are sacred bows.
Five methods, go late at night, call it shallow during the day, and gather spring flags. Retire to the bottom of the flower and return to the hospital to be fascinated by willows.
The snow is wet in the building, and Gong Yun goes to the temple. Avoid burning grass and riding horses.
8. Poetry describing winter
1, Midnight Winter Song, Guo Fu, Tang Cui
Loneliness is a winter heart, Chero also. The night is long and frequent, and the frost cuts the cold.
2, "Snow House Furong Mountain Master" Liu Tang Changqing
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
3. "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South" Tang
Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud. After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.
4. Jiang Xue Liu Tang General Hospital
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
5, "A suggestion for a friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi
There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove. It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
6, "Plum Blossom" Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
7, "Winter Night to Sun Hu Aixiang Mausoleum" Tang Bai Juyi
There is no reason to look at beauty, and it is cold and unfriendly. What is the longest night? Everyone sleeps alone.
8, "Don't Dongda" Tang
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
9. On Xia Sai Qu by Tang Lu.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
10, Winter Night by Tang Censhen
Vast sweat and frost blow the world, and there is no business in hot springs and fire wells.
Zeguo dragons and snakes are frozen, and Nanshan is sparse.
1 1, "Drinking at Early Winter Night" Tang Dumu
I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with the sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.
There is a pile of snow under the pear flower. Who will do it next year?
12, "Winter Night" Tangjiadao
Pingming went to the village bridge, but the snow in Meixi did not disappear.
The days are short, the weather is cold, and Chushan is infinitely far away.
13, Poor Winter Walking in Qujiang, Tang Pei Branch 1.
Snow flies north on the south slope, and grass roots win spring.
Qujiang has never been there. One person goes around the cold pool and one person returns.
14 "Looking at the Winter Suburb" Tang
Guimi rock white, pear leaves red. Gao Jiang's cold hope was exhausted, and he returned to see the sign of the tent.
15, "Winter Night is Things" Tang Luwen
When you are worried, lie back. It's a long night.
The wind blows snow like a flower and the moon shines like a mirror.
16, "Looking at the Winter Morning" Tang Shi Jianwu
Purple smoke holds the incense of the Japanese stove, and thousands of chariots and horses step on the new frozen.
Embroidered clothes are young, and the beauty is still in the dream of a brothel.
17, Travel in Early Winter, Tang
If you stay far away, you will be hungry if you stay late.
It is out of date to be a long-term guest in October.
18, "Early Winter" Tang Piri Show
Leopard skin printed 100 yuan, Liu fell asleep at leisure.
There is nothing wrong with the wine-sick pie.
19, "Winter Willow" Tang Lugui Dream
Liu Ting leaned against the savage window, and the dilapidated strip was next to Jiang.
This is where the frost and wind separate, and the cold seagulls start in pairs.
20, "Early Autumn to Cizhou Winter First Change" Tang
You climb jade branches in autumn, and you have no intention of waiting for spring the next year.
Self-doubt temporarily served as the guard of Xiancheng, and was not swallowed by Yingying.
2 1, "Winter Night" Tang Wei Zhuang
The wine in the cold stove is half gone, and the guest's homesickness is far away.
No one sharpened my sword for me to cut off an inch of sorrow.