Don Zhang Jiuling

The fragrance of pine leaves can be used to brew sweet wine. Spring has come. I wonder how much of this wine you have brewed?

Although the mountain road is far away, I will not refuse your kind invitation; Even if the snow is thick, visit the snow. It's spring and the ice has melted.

In the winter written by Liu Zongyuan, everything is silent and uninhabited.

Jiang Xue.

Liutang Zongyuan

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.

The winter that Wang Anshi cares about is the indomitable struggle of life against suffering.

Chinese plum

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.

In winter, it's a long snowy night in Liu Changqing, and each person has one dog.

The owner of every snowy area in Furong Mountain

Don Liu 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.

The winter in Gao Shi's memory, even if it is freezing, still aims high.

Biedongda

Tanggaoshi

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?

In Cen Can's poems, winter has the biting of snow and the difficulty of conquest.

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Don Cen Can

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

The winter that Bai Juyi pays attention to is the sufferings of people's livelihood and the extravagance of nobles.

Charcoal seller

Tang Bai Juyi

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

The winter that Yang Wanli saw was full of children's childlike interest and innocence.

The children are making ice.

Song Yang Wanli

Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.

Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.