A poem about winter turning to spring

1. The sentence that winter turns to spring

1. The snow is shocking, the winter is over, the spring has arrived, the pain has passed, and happiness will come soon. Looking forward to, watching, all good things come, everything grows, and the sunshine and dew are all happy movements.

2. The drizzle in March is like silk and fog, and it can only be vaguely felt. It is like a world of tenderness, shrouded around it, like a dreamlike fantasy. Walking in the drizzle, you can feel the beauty and romance of "light rain and fine wind". Listening to the sound of splashing under your feet and touching the soft rain, it is really a rare comfort and leisure.

3. Although it rained, the temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, which forced people to put on thick cotton-padded clothes. This is not in line with the warm climate in spring. Maybe this is a little joke played by Miss Chun, because she is always so lively and lovely.

4. My heart is looking forward to the future. The spring breeze is warm, the sun is shining high in the sky, and the branches of the courtyard are green. How vague the snow color is, but it can't hide the arrival of spring. In the new year, it is a new atmosphere and a good style.

5. The rain stopped gradually. "Pull, pull, pull …" I don't know which unknown bird it is, which adds beauty to the picture. Smiling faces appeared on the earth, forming two deep dimples, as if they were very pleased and satisfied ... "Tick tock, clatter, chirp." It constitutes a melody, and it is wonderful. A slight breeze blew by, and the naughty wind doll didn't know what funny joke she said to the grass flowers, which made the grass laugh forward and backward, and provoked the most shy flowers on weekdays to nod their heads and express their approval. 2. The poem about the process from winter to spring

The cold notice is exhausted, and the spring breeze returns to the willow. Li Bai's

There was no fragrance in the New Year, but grass buds were surprised at the beginning of February. Snow is too late for spring, so it is intended to be a flower in the courtyard tree to wear flying. Han Yu's Chun Xue

The spring breeze rises in Jianghan, and the frost is removed last night. Du fu's

Du Fu's La Ri

Cold goes with the night, and spring comes after the fifth watch. Tang Shiqing's

Remnant snow drips with ice bamboo shoots in the dark, and steals back to the willow tips in the spring. Song Zhang Lei's Spring Day

Qian Shan is green outside the snow, and the flowers are sunny by the river in February. Song Ouyang Xiu's Song of Farewell to the West Lake in Spring 3. Poems about Spring and Winter

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

-Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" asks how much sorrow you can have. Just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Wei's "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?" Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are not open all over the floor.

—— Liu Fangping's "A Complain about Spring" was deeply slept by the wine Mo Jing in the spring, and the gambling book was splashed with tea. At that time, it was only unusual. -Nalan Xingde's "Huanxisha Who Read the West Wind and Cool Alone" People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.

—— When is the spring and autumn moon in Cui Hu's "The South Village of Titu City"? What do you know about the past? -Li Wei's "When is the Young Beauty, Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon?" There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet in Chunjiang plumbing.

—— Su Shi's "The Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong" The spring breeze is green and Jiang Nanan is green. When will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boarding Guazhou" Spring scenery can't be closed in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall.

—— Ye Shaoweng's "It's not worthwhile to visit a garden" crosses Qian Fan on the side of the sinking boat, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree. -Liu Yuxi's "Rewarding Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" is not a heartless thing, but it is more protective to turn into spring mud.

—— Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems V" I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" but how much love has the inch-long grass, reported three Chunhui.

—— Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches. -Wang Wei's "Acacia" Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

-Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night sneaked into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" The sky street is drizzly and crisp, but the grass color is close at a distance.

-Han Yu's "Early Spring Appears Outside Zhang Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs" says that clothes and flowers are beautiful, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness. -Li Bai's "Qingpingdiao I" firecrackers sound one year old, and the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su.

-Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri" is beautiful in the mountains and rivers, and the flowers and plants are fragrant in the spring breeze. -Du Fu's "Two Poems" is easy to recognize the east wind, and colorful is always spring.

-Zhu Xi's "Spring Day" is becoming more and more attractive, and shallow grass can lose its horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake", the sunrise river is more red than the fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring.

—— Bai Juyi's "Three Poems of Memorizing Jiangnan". Why should the Qiang flute blame the willow? The spring breeze doesn't pass Yumenguan. -Wang Zhihuan's Two Liangzhou Ci Poems, Part One, though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses.

-Du Fu's reading of "Spring Hope" is already deep in spring, and an inch of time is worth an inch of gold. -Wang Zhenbai's Two Poems of White Deer Cave, Part One, wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind.

-Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass" is full of horseshoe disease in the spring breeze, and you can see all the Chang 'an flowers in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After Graduation" Things are not everything, and tears flow first.

—— Li Qingzhao's Spring Festival Evening in Wuling Spring Festival, the east wind doesn't match Zhou Lang's, and the bronze finches lock Er Qiao deeply. -Du Mu's Poems on Winter in Red Cliff: is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

-Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" The north wind is like a solution, and it is easy to destroy it.

-Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom" has hills overlapping with gold, and the clouds on the temples want to spend the fragrant cheeks and snow. -Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man, Hills Overlapping and Golden Blinding" contains the snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li ship is moored at the door.

—— Du Fu's quatrains have several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's "Mei" Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.

-Liu Changqing's "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow House" flows freely. -Li Qingzhao's "A Cut Plum, Red Lotus Root Fragrance, Residual Jade and Autumn" has a thin shadow and a shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.

-Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden, Part I" is scattered into mud and ground into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. -Lu You's "Bu Operator Yongmei" knows from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance.

—— Mei by Wang Anshi there's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?. -Bai Juyi's "a suggestion to my friend liu" Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses Mei Duan Xiang.

-Lu Meipo's "Xuemei No.1" doesn't have a bitter cold, so how can plum blossom smell fragrant? -Zen master Huang Geng's "Ode to the Opening of the Class" is as bright as the full moon, and he does not care about the snow and ice.

—— Nalan Xingde's "Die Lian Hua, Hard Work, Most Pity for the Sky and the Moon", the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate. -Cen Can's "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home" The wind and rain send the spring home, and the flying snow welcomes the spring.

-Mao Zedong's "operator Yongmei" should not be praised for its good colors, but only for its freshness. -Wang Mian's Mo Mei and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

-Cen Can's "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home" is already a cliff full of ice, but it still has beautiful flowers. -Mao Zedong's "operator Yongmei" sunset Cangshan far, cold white house poor.

—— Liu Changqing's "Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow" The heavy snow crushed the pine, and the pine was straight and straight. -Chen Yi's "Qingsong" must remember the good scenery of the year, especially when it is orange, orange and green.

-Su Shi's "A Gift to Liu Jingwen" is a thousand miles away in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow. -Gao Shi's Two Poems of Biedong Da, the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.

-Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. -Lu Lun's "He Zhang's servant shoots the next song, the third" has no rain cover, and there are still Ao Shuang branches in the chrysanthemum.

-Su Shi's "A Gift to Liu Jingwen" What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying through the mud: fingers and claws are left on the mud occasionally, and Hong Fei is calculating things. -Su Shi's "Nostalgia with a Son by Mianchi" has no intention of striving for spring, and everyone is jealous.

-Lu You's "Bu Operator Yongmei" broke the bridge outside the post, and it was lonely. -Lu You's "Bu Operator Yongmei". 4. There are 42 ancient poems about spring and winter.

Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran) I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken Yongliu (He Zhizhang) Jasper is dressed as a tree, with thousands of green silk tapestries hanging down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu) knows when it rains, when spring happens. The wind sneaks into the night. Moistening things are quiet. Wild trails and clouds are dark, and rivers and boats are on fire. When you look at the red and wet place, flowers are heavy in Jinguan City. Birds sing in the ravine (Wang Wei), osmanthus flowers fall at leisure, and the mountains are empty in the quiet spring at night. Birds are startled when the moon rises, and they sing in the spring ravine. During the Qingming Festival (Du Mu), pedestrians on the road want to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village. Qiantang Lake is in spring. At the beginning of the water level, the feet of the clouds are low. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud. The flowers are getting more and more attractive, and the shallow grass can have no horseshoes. I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar. Bai Juyi (Tang) boundless grasses over the plain, come and go with every season.

wildfire never quite consumes them, they are tall once more in the spring wind. Wild grass wild flowers spread over the ancient road, the end of the grass under the sun is your journey.

o Prince of Friends, you are gone again, I hear them sighing after you. "Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Bai Juyi (Tang) The world is full of beauty in April, and the peach blossom in Shansi begins to bloom.

I've long hated that I can't find a place to return to Spring, so I don't know where to turn. "Memorizing Jiangnan" Bai Juyi (Tang) Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old: the sunrise river is more red than the fire, and the spring river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan? Cui Hu (Tang Dynasty) In this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off.

I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Acacia Tang Wang Wei when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches.

take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love. In early spring, it was raining like crisp in Hanyu Tianjie, a member of the Ministry of Water, but the grass color was near at a distance.

the best thing is the spring of the year, which is absolutely better than the smoke and willow in the imperial capital. "beginning of spring Occasional Success" Zhang Shilu returned to the New Year with little frost, and spring is known to the world.

I feel that the business is full, and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. "The wall between the mansions" will make Zheng fragrant, dream of being afraid of the cold in spring, and cover the door with greenery and swallow leisure.

If you break the red candle of Yuchai, you should talk about Changshan. "Jiangnan Spring"-Du Mu (Tang) sings green and reflects red for thousands of miles, and the water village is full of wine flags.

Four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties are covered in misty rain. "Hui Chong-Riverside Scenery"-Su Shi (Song) has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the prophet of duck warming in the riverside. Artemisia selengensis has short reed buds all over the ground, which is just when the puffer fish wants to go up.

Xu Gong Store in Xinshi —— Yang Wanli (Song Dynasty) The hedge is sparse all the way, and the flowers on the top of the tree are not shaded. The child ran fast to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden, and couldn't find it again.

"Spring Day" —— Zhu Xi (Song) wins the day and looks for the beautiful scenery on the waterfront, and the boundless scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blowing flowers open, thousands of purple, everywhere is the scene of spring.

it's not worth going to the garden —— Ye Shaoweng (Song) should feel pity for Fang's teeth and seal the moss, but Chai Fei can't leave for a long time. But this spring of spring, after all, is not to be caged, you see, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Village Residence —— The grass in Gaoding (Qing Dynasty) flies in February, and the willows on the dike return home drunk in spring. Children come back early from school, so they are busy flying kites in the east wind.

"Sunny Scenery"-Wang Jia (Tang) first appeared between flowers before the rain, but there were no flowers at the bottom of leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have crossed the wall, suspecting that spring scenery is in the neighborhood.

a mooring under north fort hill-Wang Wan (Tang) under blue mountains we wound our way, my boat and I, along green water. Until the banks at low tide widened, with no wind stirring my lone sail.

...Night now yields to a sea of sun, and the old year melts in freshets. At last I can send my messengers Wildgeese, homing to Loyang.

longing for spring —— Du Fu (Tang) though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, and spring comes green again to trees and grasses. Sad state, can not help but tears burst into tears, the birds stunning, the grief of parting hate.

after the war-fires of three months, one message from home is worth a ton of gold. Melancholy winding, scratching head thinking, the more scratched the white hair, it is almost impossible to insert a hairpin.

Inviting guests-It rains at home in Huangmei season in Zhao Shixiu (Southern Song Dynasty), and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. The time has passed midnight, the invited guests have not come, I am bored gently knocking on the pieces, the shock of a point of oil lamp when the wick knot in a knot.

On a spring night, I heard the flute in Los Angeles —— Li Bai (Tang)' s Yu Di was flying in the dark, and the spring breeze filled Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to feel homesick.

on meeting li guinian down the river-Du Fu (Tang) is a common sight in Qiwang's residence, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times before. No thought, in this scenic area of the south of the Yangtze river; It is the fallen petal season, can meet you this old acquaintance.

Huanxisha —— Su Shi (Song Dynasty) swam in Qingquan Temple, with the temple near Lanxi and the stream flowing west. The sprouts just grown at the foot of the mountain were soaked in the stream, and the sand road between the pines was washed away by the rain. in the evening, the rain began to drizzle, and the cuckoo's cry came out of the pine forest.

who says that life is endless? The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Hugh will sing yellow chicken. Moonlit night-Liu Fangping (Tang) is half full of moonlight, and the big dipper is languid in the south.

tonight, I know it's warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen. Breaking the ranks-when Yan Zhu swallows came to the news agency, pear blossoms fell behind Qingming.

the blue moss on the pond is three or four o'clock, and the orioles at the bottom of the leaves are one or two, and the days are long and the flocks are light. Smile at the female companions in the east, and please them in the mulberry path.

The strange man had a good dream last night, but he won the grass fight today, and his face was full of laughter. Huanxisha-Su Shi (Song Dynasty) rustled his clothes and towels and fell jujube flowers, and the car rang in the south of the village.

beef clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The sun was shining, but he was so thirsty that he wanted to find some water to drink.

Knock on the door and ask the wild people "Early Spring in the East of the City". Juyuan Yang poets have a clear view in the Spring Festival, but the green willows are yellow and half uneven. If you stay in the forest, you will be a flower watcher when you go out.

In Spring Night, the incense of Wang Anshi's golden stove is still broken, and the light wind is blowing cold. Spring is annoying and I can't sleep, and the moon moves to the railing.

Jiang Xue by Tang Zongyuan in winter, a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.

when it snowed in the capital for ten days, the family was full. Huer tries to sweep lightly, leaving a small window bright.

Don Gao Pian's "DuiXue" is sitting and watching the bamboo turn into a lovely branch when six flowers fly into the house. At this time, the high building to look into the distance, the human world all the dangerous fork road is covered by the snow.

Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home, the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy. Bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, and darkness masses its endless clouds. In the manager's account, the wine is a farewell banquet, and the huqin pipa lute flute ensemble to add to the entertainment.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind. " Luntai east gate, welcome you to the capital, you go, snow cover full Tianshan road. ".

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints. Tang Li Bai's "Popular in the North" Candle dragon lived in a cold door, and the light was still open.

why doesn't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the North Wind is angry from the sky. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.

You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. Look at pedestrians by the door, read