Chunze's poems

1, bamboo is born in the wild, and the clouds are shaking. No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal. -"Bamboo" Xiaoxian County, Liu Liang

2. Cui Yun's top clouds are clustered, and the flowers are tender and the bamboo shoots want to fly. Build by laying bricks or stones bent branches repeatedly solve, steps to disperse the wind in Ye Qiang. -"Give the tender bamboo the front steps" Zhang Chen Jian Zheng

3. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie

4, the bamboo is half-contained, and the new buds are out of the wall. Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. -"Yan Zheng Gong Zhai General Bamboo" Du Fu

5. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is sunny in summer. Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. —— Zhutang Zheng Gu

6, bamboo, Linchi, like jade. Quiet and quiet, and smoky green. It is better to rob the festival than to change it. There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough. The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix. Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing. -"Bamboo" Tang Wei style

7. Jerry's ancestors went to shine on you, and Cai Yong was remembered for its green and tall branches. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons. -"Long Bamboo Slips" Tang Chendao

8. Bamboo shoots only have yellow horns, and fern buds begin to grow children's fists. Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. -"Zhu Yong" Huang Songting Jian

9. Huaxuan mourned for the next year, and Mianzhu was thin out of the county. There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. -"Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei" Tang Du Fu

10, Daoyuan Bamboo Teaching Wash. Play the piano and think about wine. I don't want to be strong. Catch big fish with a long pole. -"Washing Bamboo" Don Wang Zhenbai

1 1, everything is chic. Cultivate a group of unique people. Sadako once braved the heavy snow. High abstinence and lingyun. Fine rhyme wind has just begun to appear. The smoke smoldered day by day. Say goodbye because of the topic. You can't live without a gentleman for a while. -"Give a Bell to Give a Bamboo Foreign Yuan" Don Sun Xian

12, what is the spirit in Shu, in the name of Zhu Ci. A cluster is several steps wide and dozens of stems are dense. Long stems are short stems, and the branches and leaves are not prominent. I gained weight last year and gained weight again this year. -"Ci Zhu" Song Music History

Lan:

Zhang Heng's complaint

Qiu Lan, the plants are in China.

It has a strong fragrance and a zay flower.

Although it's deep, it's beautiful.

The son of the cloud is far away, how about my labor.

Fan Qinyong's poems

The grass grows in the north of the mountain and is ruined.

Rooted in the shady cliff, afraid of danger, afraid of the depression at night.

Cold springs soak my roots, and cold winds often wander.

Three lights and eight pillars, no afterglow.

Ye Yong has withered, and dew is everywhere.

A hundred flowers are blooming, and they have lost their posture.

More beautiful than me, I am sad.

Qiu Lan, Fu Xuan.

Qiu Lan reflects Yaochi, and the water in the pool is fragrant.

Lotus hair with the wind, there is a pair of mandarin ducks.

Pisces is enthusiastic, and when two birds are together, they will return to Xiang.

You and my concubine have been dressed for nine years.

allow

Bow down to Su Bo and admire Fang Lan.

I also want to be a guest, I hope the wind will never sigh.

Yuan

People also have words, which means happiness.

Now that the guests are here, I want to play with you.

The micro chapter is selected, and the fragrance is Lan Ruo.

If you are consistent, you will be retaliated.

Poem of Living in Beijing written by Xie Lingyun for Zhong Jun Gongcao when he gave it to his brother Hongyuan (Ⅱ)

I have heard of Jin Lan before, and there are beautiful classics in it.

I used to be a friend and a follower, which is in line with my temperament.

I can't hide anything against my will.

The field is the homework of the mind and the life entrusted to me.

Poetry of Shishi Mountain

Clear Dan Suoyou, put the boat across the suburbs.

The raspberry orchid is in a hurry and the moss ridge is high.

The stone room is crowned with forest, and the flying spring sends mountain pepper.

A thousand years, but not once.

The countryside is unheard of, and firewood limits the wind.

I have never been far-sighted, and I have always admired Joe.

The spiritual realm has been hidden for a long time, such as paying tribute to the heart.

Acacia can't be said, but can only be fragrant and cold.

Ji Kang's Acceptance Poems

You are blue and loving, and you are planted in the Central Plains.

The green leaves are lush and the plums are rich.

Rich and fragrant, announced with the wind.

Spit Long Xuan into the pepper room.

Looking forward to autumn grass, I am only embarrassed.

Tao Yuanming's You Lan

Orchids are born in the vestibule, containing breeze.

The breeze is blowing against the wind, and the weeds are fragrant.

Go on, lose my old way, conform to nature or Per.

Now that you are awake to go, be careful that the bird abandons the bow.

Yuan Shu's Orchid Poems

Planting an orchid is a door and a Chu lover.

Chu is a rare jade person, and the door is not planted.

Bao Zhao's Five Poems of Youlan

Pour glory and lead dusk, leaving a lonely scene.

Spring in Mexer is over, and he will never come back.

The curtain Committee is Lan Huilu, and the account contains peach and plum style.

Take care of the past, sit down and let Fang Jie end.

The knot is clear, and the beam needs to follow the rules.

I don't know the end of China, but I'm afraid I'm sitting in the wrong seat.

When hanging the net, the lone silkworm spins silk.

Empty shame, lack of self-confidence, timidity and your painting date.

The East Gate of the State of Chen is well known in ancient and modern times.

Long sleeves stay, and the horse stops.

Wang Jian's Two Spring Poems

Lansheng has transferred to the garden, and it takes half a pool to open it.

Is the breeze shaking? , drizzle disorderly clump of branches.

The scenery is exposed and the fog is blue.

Green grass produces green algae, and yellow birds fly in spring.

Xiao Yan's purple orchid poems began to sprout.

Under the stage of planting orchid jade, the air is warm and orchids sprout.

The fragrance is timely, and the festive season is warmly welcomed.

Only gold, partial red yee.

What's wrong with two tours? One is not the whole city.

I am ashamed to be the companion of Ganoderma lucidum, but I am afraid to sing.

Haruka's Four Songs at Four o'clock in the Midnight (Part Two)

Orchids are everywhere, and plum blossoms are falling.

I take this sympathy as a token of my gratitude.

Xiaogang's "Halfway to Becoming a Monk"

Meet in the middle of the stream, but don't cross it.

Look at the beginning of the sentence and know the steps.

Dedicated to Lan Zefang, I want to express a word of one heart.

First, I'll move on, lest you suspect me of jealousy.

Xiao Yi gave Lanzedo herbal poems.

Chunlan is unique, and Chunze is the most lush.

Yanji has a dream, and the ministers play things.

The forest pool shadows into the waves, and the wind blows the clothes.

It smells better when you enter the house.

Lansheng is not selective, and ten steps are not difficult.

Wang Chunshi

Leaves are thick and dense, and flowers are thin and thin.

Lan Sheng can't catch it, and Pu Xiao can't write it.

Cha Xiao's Orchid Poems

A residual stalk can be envied, and a room is fragrant.

Flowers are not competitive, including Xiuwei frosts.

The New Theme of Zhang's Poem Lan Sheng Ye Jing

When you put on your lapel, you will touch your heart.

The hoe will open the way and the song will play the piano automatically.

Deng Hua * * * shadows fall, and Du Fang is full of flowers.

Mo Yan wandered around, and he continued to make gold.

Rain:

1, Chunxiao

Tang Meng Hao ran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

2. An autumn night in the mountains

Don

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

3. "Like a Dream"

Song liqing Zhao

It was windy and rainy last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat and red.

4. "Peak Wave"

Song sushi

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?

A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The cold spring breeze woke me up, a little cold.

The hillside is sloping, but it is pleasant.

Look back at that desolate place, go home,

No rain, no eyes.

5. Hanako

Man Qing Nalanxingde

Moss grows in the forest, and it cherishes the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee.

There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying.

Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight.

The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world.

6. Qingping Music

Man Qing Nalanxingde

If you can't worry, you can't live in autumn.

Six songs Pingshan deep courtyard, ups and downs every day.

At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang.

Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk.

7. Light rain in early spring

Tang hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

8. Fishing songs

Tang Zhang He Zhi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.

An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.

9. A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night.

Tang Li Shangyin

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

10, Tomb-Sweeping Day

Don Dumu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

1 1,1/the storm on April 4th.

Song luyou

I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.

12, in the mountains

Don

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce.

There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

Hengtang Road 13

Song He Zhu

Ling Bo doesn't cross Hengtang Road. But after reading it, Chen Fang left.

Who was the degree of Golden Flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a Zhu Hu with a locked window.

Only spring knows this place. Feiyun Ran Ran died at dusk.

The new topic of crayons is heartbreaking sentences. If you ask how much free time you have.

Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow.

14, chanting rain

Don Li Shimin

Clouds float far away, and rain overflows the river.

Fly low and faint in the mountainside, and sprinkle rocks at an oblique foot.

Beads are attached to leaves, and waves are reflected in the mirror.

Liu Meng has increased the density of silk, including blowing and weaving.

15, it never rains.

Don du fu

The sound of rain has passed and gradually becomes smaller, reflecting the drizzle in the sky.

The grass in front of the stone steps is not messy, and the willow branches in the yard suddenly become scarce.

Dances will take off immediately with milk, and don't sow clouds with their own immortality.

There is a kind of urgency in front of the river, rather than waiting until the river is calm to meet the storm.

16, Lin Yuling

Song Liu Yong

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

17, Yu Meiren listens to the rain.

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Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.

In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples.

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

18, partridge festival

Song Yuanhao Wen

The lights in the waiting hall are dim, the drizzle is cool, and people in the small building invade the bed in the quiet moonlight.

Affectionate but heartless chagrin, tonight is as long as last night.

The golden house warms the jade and the stove is fragrant. Spring breeze belongs to a rich man.

The West Garden is not limited to acacia, but hard plum blossom and begonia.

Snow:

The judge returned to Beijing for nothing

Tang Censhen

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 bloom.

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

The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.

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 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.

Xue Mei

Song 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.

Send Mr. Lu away

Don

On the snowy night in front of Leiyu Mountain, I left my soul outside Jinguan City.

If Xin Lingjun's son asks questions, he will be grateful to Yimen.

go hunting

Don

In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.

It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.

Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.

Look at the snow peak in Central South China.

Don

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

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.

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Tang Bai Juyi

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

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.

Popular in the north

Tang Libai

Candle dragon lives in a cold door, and its brilliance is still blooming.

Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with 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.

Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.

Don't mention the sword to save the edge, leave the tiger gold and shovel.

There are white arrows in the forest, and spiders make webs for dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.

I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.

Biedongda

Don

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?

Song of the plug

Tanglulun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Learn Liu Gonggan's style

Bao Zhao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties

Hu Feng blows snow and travels thousands of miles to Longshan.

I gathered on the stage of Junyao and danced for two years before.

This morning is beautiful in itself, so avoid sunny days.

On a sunny day, the Peach and Plum Festival is beautiful.

Sitting on a snowy night in the village

Tang Bai Juyi

The light is on in the south window at the back, and the wind is very dark.

Lonely and deep village night, the residual geese smell the snow.

The midnight song at four o'clock

the folk songs of the northern and southern dynasties

The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles.

My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?

Banquet in the snow with Lotte Li Shangshu from Los Angeles to Bianzhou

Yuxi Liu Tang

Los Angeles is full of cups and saucers, with endless snow and years.

Seeing the cold birds in the tree, I cleaned up all the idle officials in my seat.

It's better to have fun than to have fun, and it's better to laugh than to forget the machine.

Looking back at the rabbit garden today, Qionglin is full of flags and poles.

Hanmei ci

Don Li Jiuling

Frost and plum first tear down the top branches of the ridge and freeze thousands of flowers.

Keep the taste of soup and let him be bullied by the snow.

Winter in Chang 'an

Don Du Xunhe

It snowed near Rao, and the idle room froze as soon as it sat down.

A scholar teaches this, but God's will turns hard to know.

The bitter ape crows three times, and the cypress withers.

We should also be fair and not tolerate it.

Lonely drink

Dondum

It's snowing outside the window. Hold the stove and open the jar.

What is it like for a fishing boat to sleep at the bottom of a tent, Qiu Jiang?

Work in the snow

Tang Bai Juyi

At the end of the year, the wind blows, and the night is cold and snowy.

Where will I live? Warm my account, heater.

Two brown ones and a scarf.

When the porridge is cooked, I can't sleep.

It's time to take care of your body and mind, and don't mind your own business.

I idled around for six years to get through the snowstorm.

Suddenly, tourists from Philip Burkart thought of early court officials.

Cold ling didn't wake up when she stepped on the frozen invasion at night.

Heart is your father and your servant.

No freedom is made by heart.

Now that you are satisfied, your body will be at peace.

I should match my words with my deeds.

Shangzhou hotel

Tang mengjiao

The wind and snow are strong, and the wandering clothes are single.

Look around and get lost, and worry about saving the lungs and liver.

The short days make you old, but the long nights make you cold.

Tears flow in xiaoxiang string, and the pain is sweet.

It's easy to know the sound of today, but it's difficult to know the meaning of ancient times.

It is wise to distinguish between sound and meaning today and learn its end.

Zhong Ling Ye Lan Zuo

Tangweizhuang

The snowy night in Zhong Ling will be deep, and I will sit alone by the cold river.

Who wanders around the world, Shao Qing should know his heart.

Snow song

Li Tang xian Yong

The same cloud is as miserable as the wrath of heaven, and the cold dragon is flying dry and rainy.

The flowers in the jade garden are uneven, and the Milky Way wind scares the sand.

Xie Ke didn't live Xuan Yin's way, but he lost his way in the middle.

At the request of xi, he was so tired that he fainted at dawn and temporarily opposed Yuanyuan's going to Tai Su.

I wonder if I can win the hearts and minds of the people when I return to Tai Su?

The wind and Sheng Zhiyuan climb the stairs in the snow.

Don

Appropriate year has fallen, Tianbao Hua Yao helps.

Since ancient times, it has been the first to bid for Ruidie. Who is lighter than Huayang?

The dense floating powder is cold with the light, and the static pressure is inclined when it is loose.

Not only did I join in the chanting, but I sang and danced wildly.

Memories of Tang's Snow

The snow is full of buildings, and it is not expected.

There are thousands of families in Chang 'an. Where is the gold?

Memories of Hu Jushi's Snow Country on a Winter Night Tang Wangwei

The colder it is, the louder it is. At dawn, I look at my aging face in the mirror for the first time. Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains.

The drifting air makes the long alley quiet, and the snow-covered snow scene makes people realize the spacious leisure in the yard. Excuse me, how are you at home? It must be calm, and it's still tight to live in Chai Men.

"Xi Zu San Liu" Tang Wangwei

Luoyang guest dismounted in front of the door and brushed his clothes. Don't waste your old friend's car, cover your door more in life.

Pedestrians go back to the deep alley, but the snow is still shining. Where did the people who wore the same robe from childhood get the high car?

Spring Snow in Qinyuan (1936.02)

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

It must be sunny, wrapped in red makeup, especially enchanting.

There are so many beautiful women in this country,

Attract countless heroes to compete.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

The past is the past. Calculate romantic figures. Look at the present.

Hong Sheng's Looking at Snow;

Cold color lonely village dusk, hate Taiwan four wild smell.

The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.

Seagulls and herons can't tell when they fly, but Sha Ting looks at them.

There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white.

Jiang Xue of Liu 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.

Bai Juyi s Snow at Night;

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.

"Yong Xue" Luo Wangbin

On the leaves of Longyun jade, crane snowflakes bloom.

Shadows blow in disorder, and jade and horse gold are sold out.

Including huiming lithography, the hidden trace indicates the auspicious wheel.

You can't marry an orchid, but you will go around spring.

Snow Wu Jun.

The breeze shook the trees, and fine snow fell under the curtain.

The air is like fog, and it condenses like a flower.

I didn't see Yang, but I saw Gui Zhibai.

No tears, no humanity, what's good about lovesickness?

Yong Xue Fu Cha

It snowed for ten days in Beijing, and everyone was full.

Hu er tried to sweep lightly, leaving a bright little window.

Yong Xue Hua Fei

At the end of the year, the willow flowers in the south of the Yangtze River and the flowers outside Yuhang Gate compete for hair.

Qian Shan is still green and has pity on frosty leaves, and it turns white and blue overnight.

I went out to embroider at dawn and went straight through the screen window with the smell of smoke.

Around the curtain, clothes are falling, hands are in a daze and warm.

Suddenly, I remembered that I was across the sea from people, and I hated the world.

Your life is too short. When will I meet you? Peach leaves look at the sunset.

Two Poems by Tang Lihua Hanyu

When spring is for luxury, Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded.

Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox?

"Jiang Xue" Liu Tang 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.

Qin Xue Tangyuan Town

Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking.

Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.

"Night Snow" Tang 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.

Bitter cold Tang

All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder.

Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow.

Liu Changqing, the master of Furong Mountain in the snow.

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.

Yeah, Sheldon Goping.

Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white.

At this time, the tall building looked into the distance, and all the dangerous forks in the human world were covered with snow.

Gui Mao's works in mid-December and following his younger brother to respect the distance. Tao Jin Yuan Ming

It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows.

There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye.