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.
On all the mountains, birds are gone, and on all the roads, there are no traces of people. On a lonely boat on the river, an old man in a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river covered with heavy snow.
2. Xue Mei first-Song Dynasty: Lu Meipo
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It is difficult for literati to comment, so they have to stop writing and think. Plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.
3. Tianjingsha Dongyuan: Baipu
On a winter evening, as soon as the city gate came out, a crescent moon hung in the air and flowed slowly with the front of the snow-capped mountains. Bamboo fence and the hut in the fence, in an obscure village, are quiet and harmonious.
At dusk, there was a long and sorrowful bugle call at the gate. As night fell, the new moon rose and lit up half the yard. The mountain is covered with snow, and the water flows slowly in front of it. A few wisps of light smoke rose from a lonely village, with bamboo fences and huts beside the water, which filled the twilight of rotten grass.
4. Night Snow-Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow. I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.
5. Look at Li Yi from listening to the flute at night on the Tang wall in Shouxiang.
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
The sand in front of Yuele Peak is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like late autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, which makes the soldiers who go to war miss their hometown all night.