Extract five ancient poems about snow.

Wei Yu's

What is snow like?

It can simulate the air difference of salt spraying.

If catkins weren't for the wind.

Wang Xiaobo said: "It is not enough for a person to have this life. He should also have a poetic world. "

In winter, snow can enter poetry, wind can enter poetry, rain can enter poetry, and even a cup of tea, a song and a feeling can be felt. This winter, how can people not love?

The beauty of agility and vitality

Jueju

Don du fu

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

There is no vitality of spring flowers in winter, no elegant heart in summer, and no faint meditation of falling leaves in autumn. But its magnificent snow scene in Wan Li is incomparable in any season.

Are you amazed at the pure silence between heaven and earth, spotless and silent?

The Beauty of Xun Mei in the Snow

Walking on the beach, the snow is like plum blossoms.

Luzon benzhong

Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow.

It's great to like and dislike.

A nasty smell. Who knows?

Find the month of the south building.

I remember last year, when plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Nobody said anything about the past.

Who are you drunk for and who are you awake for?

I still hate leaving lightly.

Snow is the favorite in winter; Mei is Dong's confidant.

Looking for a wisp of incense, it is especially beautiful to see a piece of snow all over the sky in Anh Hong. We fall for Mei, and we should be like Mei. We can have no temper, but we definitely have backbone!

Beauty of indifference and detachment

Pick mulberry seeds and sing snowflakes on the plugs.

Qingnalanxingde

Non-caring and light, cold places are better.

Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.

Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving?

The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.

People can't miss at least four kinds of scenery in their life: flowers, fireflies flying, fallen leaves and winter snow.

Snowflakes fall on the palm of your hand, cold and light; Snow falls on the ground, but it never takes root. We can't keep it, but it decorates this land and our hearts.

So, the world is so big and the snow is so beautiful, let's go out for a walk while it's still early.