Winter, the cold season, the snow is white, and the wind is cold.
The earth was frozen, and everything fell silent, as if the world had fallen into a deep sleep.
In this cold winter, there are also warm moments.
By the fire, the warmth is warm, and the family sits around, laughing and laughing.
A cup of hot tea warms hands and hearts, dispels the cold, and brings warmth.
Today I will share a few poems about winter and accompany you to feel the beauty of winter.
Reunion: Ask Liu Nineteen".
Don Bai Juyi.
Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.
If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a cup of nothing
As the night falls, the sky is overcast, and it seems that snowflakes will fall at any moment, can you have a drink with me to warm up this cold night?
Cold Night" Song Du Lei.
On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red.
Usually the same as the moon in front of the window, there are plum blossoms that are different.
On a cold night, a guest came to visit, replaced wine with tea, sat around the fire, the fire was red, and the water in the kettle began to boil. The moonlight reflected in front of the window, as calm and ordinary as ever, and when the plum blossoms bloomed, the moonlight seemed to become unusual.
Farewell: Farewell to Dong Da's Second Song".
Don Gosch. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.
Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you.
Liuwei Piaoyang was selfish, and he had been away from Jingluo for more than ten years.
The husband should not be poor enough, and there is no money for wine when we meet today.
Yellow clouds cover the sky, the north wind blows geese, and the snow is flying, don't worry about having no confidants ahead, who in the world doesn't know you?
The way back: The master of Furong Mountain in the snow
Don Liu Changqing.
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.
Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold, and the white houses are particularly poor.
Suddenly, there was a dog barking outside the chaimen, and it turned out that someone had returned home on a snowy night.
Nostalgia: Three Miscellaneous Poems, Part II
Don Wangwei. If you come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown.
In front of the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms are not blooming
You're from a distant homeland, and you should know what's going on there. I look forward to standing in front of the beautifully decorated window, the cold plums of my hometown, have they been dressed in flowers and bloomed with the fragrance of winter?
Sauvignon Blanc: A Journey to the Mountains
Qing Nalan Rongruo.
A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, the body to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.
The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.
Another trip to the mountain, another trip to the water, the edge of Yuguan, quiet in the dead of night, thousands of tents are lit up.
There was a gust of wind outside the camp tent, and a burst of snow disturbed the dream of nostalgia, how could there be such a noisy sound of wind howling and snowflakes dancing in his hometown.
Plum Appreciation Chapter: Fortune Operator: Yongmei".
Song Lu You. Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It's already dusk and I'm alone, and it's even more windy and rainy.
has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.
Outside the post station, by the broken bridge, the lonely plum blossoms bloom alone. It was getting late, the shadows of dusk were hanging over everything, and I was alone in this sorrow, and the wind and rain seemed to add to my loneliness.
The plum blossom blooms quietly, allowing other flowers to envy its beauty. Even if the petals eventually wither and turn to dust, its fragrance remains the same.
Xuemei: Part 1
Song Lumepo.
Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter.
The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.
In winter, wrapped in silver, plum blossoms bloom in the snow, and the poet stops the pen in his hand and falls into thought.
Plum blossoms, with their natural whiteness, are almost as pure as snow, and they also have a fragrance that snow cannot match.
Although snow covers everything, its flawless white, rules the winter world, but in the face of the fragrance of plum blossoms, it is too cold and lacks the temperature of life.
Mei Song Wang Anshi.
There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.
I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.
In the corner of the wall in the bitter cold of winter, a few tough plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold and bloom alone. From afar, you can smell the faint fragrance, which penetrates the cold air, as if to tell you that this is not white snow, but the unique fragrance of plum blossoms.
Winter Scene: Jiang Xue".
Don Yanagi Zongyuan.
Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.
In the rolling mountains, the traces of birds have long since disappeared, and the footprints of predecessors on the paths have been covered by wind and snow.
There is only a lonely boat, an old man in a coat and a hat, fishing alone on the cold river, surrounded by fluttering snowflakes, quiet and lonely.
Ruixue Chapter: Qingping Le Painting Hall Morning Rises".
Don Lee Bai. The painting hall gets up in the morning to report the snowflakes.
The high roller shutter looks at Jiarui, and the bright color is far from the maze.
The light is full of smoke, and the grass is cold and jade.
It should be the heavenly immortals who are drunk and crush the white clouds.
Early in the morning, I got up in the painting hall and was pleasantly surprised to see the snowflakes falling, rolling up the curtains, and enjoying this beautiful snow scene, the snow-white color permeating the courtyard. The momentum of the snowflakes rises like furnace smoke, and the white flowers and plants flicker in the cold wind, as if the immortals in the sky are drunk, crushing the white clouds indiscriminately and spilling them on the earth.
Comfort: Negative Winter
Don Bai Juyi.
The winter sunrise shines on the south corner of my house.
Sit with your eyes closed, and your skin is angry.
At first, it is like drinking mellow mash, and it is like a stinger.
The external fusion is smooth, and there is no thought in the middle.
Forget where it is, and the heart is empty.
The winter sun shone on the south window of my house, and I closed my eyes and felt the warm sunshine. The warm and warm breath sprinkled on the body, at first it was like drinking fine wine, and it was like waking up from hibernation, the whole body was comfortable, and the heart was peaceful, as if it was one with the void, forgetting the troubles of the world.
Early Winter" Song Liu Kezhuang.
The fleas in the sunny window feel that they love the morning light, and the autumn sound outside the bamboo gradually becomes powerful.
The servant arranged a new warm pavilion and called the children to iron the old winter clothes.
The leaves are tender and the green wine is first ripe, and the orange cut fragrant yellow crab is fat.
Rong chrysanthemum is full of envy, and the appreciation is not contrary to each other.
In the early morning, in front of the clear window, I feel the warmth of the morning sun, and the autumn sound outside the bamboo forest gradually becomes majestic. Let the servants prepare a new warm pavilion, and ask the children to iron the old cotton clothes that had been placed in the past. The green leaves float, you taste the freshly brewed sake, the aroma of thinly sliced oranges in your hands, and the crabs are fatty and delicious. At this moment, looking at the chrysanthemums blooming in front of me, my heart is full of satisfaction and tranquility.