A bleak poem about winter

1. This poem describing the severe winter is written by Chao Huan and Su Jian.

Su Shi

I dreamed that the boat floated and shook, and the snow waves shook thousands of hectares of white.

I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes and countless green walls are opened depending on the sky.

This growth is closely followed by Xi and others who are guests of Jiangnan with you.

Swimming in the dream, waking up to enjoy, are flying shuttles, are throwing.

Tomorrow the west wind will still hang, singing my new words and tears.

After all the elves have gone, Chushan is empty, and Li Yang and Lan Zhi have no color.

You are a dream, Wuling is in the southwest pole.

"Zhuzhici" and Mo Mian's new singing, who means the separation of ancient and modern?

Yimen Snow is for the owner.

Meng Jiao

Yimen poor people sing snow, Yimen rich people drink. The sound of wine idles in the snow pin,

The sound of snow is strong and sad. Sorrow and joy come and go, and the spring breeze in Wan Li moves willows.

Song of late snow

Both the rich and the poor like snow and sunshine, and they are willing to go out. Seeing the fibers in the mirror sea, the ice sky floats.

Xianxing, every family sells dust. The child fingered the jade and sang the sacred dynasty.

There is an endless stream of gas, and there are few immortals. At first, Wang Zhi was lucky, but in the end, she doubted the different ceremonies.

The streets are clean and embarrassing. People are willing to look east, and Cuihua is still far west.

I'm worried about whether the sky is thin or thick. Worry leads to peace, so Yao is not as good as Yao.

There are unclear old words and hidden new words. Be a drinker and a singer.

It is difficult to choose the sound, and the sound is cut at the right time. Similarities and differences between China's ancient prose and law before today.

I hope that in Yao Yan, I will play all the songs about depression.

Yu He's little method

Xie Zhen

Zhao Hui is mountainous and looks at Juyongguan from a distance.

Clouds come from three sides, and the wind gives birth to thousands of horses.

After collecting the dust, it was quiet and a few people were idle.

Suddenly, people who abandon their bodies are ashamed of their temples.

Bitter and cold song

Liujia

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.

Bamboo poles are bitter and sweet, and I love to hold bitter festivals.

Birds sing with sadness and joy. I love to bleed.

If Pan Sheng can recite songs, his white hair will grow earlier.

Bitter and cold song

Meng Jiao

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.

What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.

Dongwuyin

Cao Ye

My heart is like a tiger on the mountain, and my body is like a mouse in a warehouse.

By the gate, no one spoke to it.

At the banquet, General Li's wishes were mutual.

I once listened to my words and greedily teased girls in Handan.

Alone in Huang Jintai, tears of sadness are like rain.

Quasi-chanting eleven

Yuxin

Shake the autumn to be angry, desolate and resentful.

Weeping dry Hunan water bamboo, crying bad Qi Liangcheng.

When the sky dies, it will be angry, and the day will be sad.

The rainbow shines on the base, and the starry night falls on the camp.

Chu songs hate songs, and the south wind dies.

A glass of wine in front, who is famous behind.

popular song

Gu Zhenguan

I drifted for a long time! In the past ten years, I have been deeply grateful and have been a teacher and friend.

In the past, it was not shameful to stand on the same starting line. I just watched Ling Du be poor and thin. He never lost. Yelang is sad and lives a long life. Say goodbye. He asked whether life in the north was bleak. Don't hate it, cut it for my brother.

My brother gave birth to Xin Wei, and I was ugly, but when he was young, frost destroyed him and he was born prematurely.

From now on, write less ci and fu, and keep your heart and soul together. I hope so, Heqing Life Insurance! Hurry back to Japan to write a manuscript. Pass on the empty name and cook, and talk nonstop.

2. Poems describing the desolation of fallen leaves in winter generally use fallen leaves as the image of autumn, while poems in winter describe less.

If the answer is helpful, please accept it. Thank you.

Shoot bamboo shoots for a servant.

Peilue in Tang dynasty

Bamboo, the wind blows green. Lingdong leaves are not withered, and spring is not ripe.

Without an open mind, there is no need to have a program.

Western expedition (excerpt)

Pan An

The court and the house attacked each other; Put chickens and dogs together and put them around, so that everyone knows their homes and competes with each other. I am angry at Hongmen and come to see the King. Fan agreed to kill, and Yin Cijian made an alliance with Zhuang. White blades dance a thousand times, and dangerous winter leaves wait for frost.

Falling leaves send Chen Yu (it is not clear whether it is autumn or winter)

Han Yu in Tang Dynasty

The fallen leaves do not rest, and the residual crown does not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it.

Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes.

Beiqingluo

Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty

Where the sun has entered the western hills, I look for a monk in his hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.

I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .

When the sun set in the valley, the poet went into the mountain to visit a monk who lived in a hut.

3. Poetry 1 Describe the bleak and cold mood in winter "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.

Interpretation;

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.

2. "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the lane" Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

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.

Explanation:

Before returning to Lefeng, the sand was as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city was like autumn frost.

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.

3. Homesick Day and Night at the Winter Solstice in Handan Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Explanation:

When I stayed at Handan Inn, it happened to be the solstice festival in winter. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.

I believe my relatives will gather late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.

4. "An Ancient Warsong" Tang Dynasty: Li Wei

During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.

The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.

The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert.

The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.

The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people.

Explanation:

Climb the mountain during the day to observe the beacon tower alarm, and lead the horse to drink near Jiaohe River at dusk.

The yellow wind and sand came with the sound of fighting, just like the princess Pipa in the Han Dynasty was full of bitterness.

The wilderness is foggy and Wan Li has no battlements. Rain and snow enveloped the boundless desert.

The wailing Hu Yan flew through the air at night, and all Hu Bing shed tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has been blocked and can't go home, so the soldiers have to run with the general desperately.

Every year, the dead bones are buried in the wild, and only the grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han family.

5. "Snowing" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.

At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.

The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.

The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.

Explanation:

Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of soldiers who have just died, and only the old man sings poems sadly.

Clouds hang low in the dusk, and falling snowflakes are dancing and spinning in the wind.

The gourd was discarded, there was no wine in the wine container, and the embers in the stove seemed to glow red in front of my eyes.

There was no way to know the battle situation at the front and the news of his wife and siblings, so he sat sadly and drew words in the air with his hands.

6. "Walking in the sand, snow is like plum blossoms" Song Dynasty: Lv 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.

Explanation:

This snow is as white as plum blossom, and that plum blossom is as crystal clear as snow. Whether you like it or not, it looks just as good. But this beautiful notice reminds me of my sadness. Who can know this melancholy? Only the bright moon in the south building is my witness.

I remember it was the same season in previous years, but I was walking with you in the snow in Xun Mei. The moon shines on both of us. As time goes on, people get old and things become a thing of the past. No one mentioned it again! I am drunk and awake, awake and drunk, but for whom? Alas, until now, I still regret leaving you so easily!

4. A sad poem about everything dying in winter.

Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

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.

It means that the surrounding mountains are undulating, empty, and there are no birds singing and traces. There are no traces of people in all the paths that shuttle inside and outside the mountain. Only on the wide and calm river, an old fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat is sitting alone in a lonely boat fishing.

Jiang Xue is a five-character landscape poem written by Liu Zongyuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It describes a cold river, with no pedestrians and birds, only an old man alone in the boat, fishing silently. This is a picture of the snow scene in Zhangjiang Township. The mountain is snow and the road is white. The birds disappeared, and so did the people. The distant scenery is boundless, and your scenery is lonely and cold. The artistic conception is secluded and lonely. The fisherman's image is beautifully carved, clear and complete. Poetry uses rhyme, which always enhances taste and is powerful. Poets through the ages always talk to each other. Throughout the ages, Dan Qing's wonderful hands have been scrambling to draw many moving snow scenes on the river.

"Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.

What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.

The artistic conception expressed in this poem is: Meng Jiao was down and out all his life, and many poems cried for hunger and cold, and poured out their bitterness. His masterpiece "Song of Bitterness and Cold" is a sad portrayal of the poet's life.

About the author: This poem was written by Meng Jiao, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty. Meng Jiao, the word Dongye. Wu Kang, Huzhou (now Deqing, Zhejiang). In his early years, his family was poor and he traveled to Hunan and Guangxi, but he never met each other and tried again and again. At the age of 46, he began to learn, and at the age of 50, he became a lieutenant in Liyang. At the beginning of Yuan Hechu, he was engaged in land and water transportation in Henan, trying to understand Lolita and settled in Luoyang. In the ninth year of Yuanhe, he died in Ganxiang (now Lingbao, Henan). Zhang Ji married Mr Yao Zhen privately. Meng Jiao specializes in writing ancient poems, and there are more than 500 existing poems, mostly short stories and five ancient poems.

5. Poems describing the desolation of fallen leaves in winter generally use fallen leaves as the image of autumn, while poems in winter describe less.

If the answer is helpful, please accept it. Thank you. Shoot a play bamboo for Wen Fu. In the Tang Dynasty, it was a little bamboo, and the wind blew green sorrow.

Lingdong leaves are not withered, and spring is not ripe. Without an open mind, there is no need to have a program.

The Western Expedition (excerpt) Pan An's courtyards and palaces attacked each other; Put chickens and dogs together and put them around, so that everyone knows their homes and competes with each other. I am angry at Hongmen and come to see the King.

Fan agreed to kill, and Yin Cijian made an alliance with Zhuang. White blades dance a thousand times, and dangerous winter leaves wait for frost.

Falling leaves send Chen Yu (I don't know if it is autumn or winter). In the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu's fallen leaves did not rest, and the broken crown did not return. Gone with the wind is always different, and when you meet it, you will temporarily rely on it.

Whispering in the middle of the night, long and cold. Who bid farewell to a teenager, tears wet his clothes.

The sun in Li Shangyin's place in the Northern Tang Dynasty has already entered the Western Hills. I'm looking for a monk in his hut. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.

I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .

When the sun set in the valley, the poet went into the mountain to visit a monk who lived in a hut.

6. Sentences describing the desolate scenery in winter 1. It's cold, and it seems cold when it's cold. It was warm and sunny the other day, and a snowstorm came without warning. It's too cold to be caught off guard. Just like I am now, sitting here with cold hands and feet, chewing the cold that keeps coming out of my heart. I always say I'm cold, but I've never been so cold as today, as if I suddenly fell into something in my heart. It's so heavy

They are still flying, and the answer to me is the singing of birds. So I calmed down and listened to their stories. Somehow, I heard a trace of sadness from them. On second thought, yes, every sky and cloud they passed, and every inch of land corresponding to it, are the places where they used to fly and live! That's right, this trace of sadness is exactly what they are reluctant to give up in their hearts, and it is nostalgia for this place. They are saying goodbye to people, things and everything here. Listen carefully again, and the sadness of parting is revealed. Yes, they will throw their physical strength and tears unreservedly on this land where they were born and raised, even if they are late for a warm place because of this time delay, they will suffer many unnecessary tortures on the way. ...

7. Sentences describing the desolate scenery in winter 1. Everything sleeps, flowers wither, and red skirts and green shirts are taken back from the earth; Butterflies hide, become pupae and hide underground; Swallows also flew away weakly; Willow collects soft branches and scatters them coldly on the earth.

In this silent moment, you may find a pot of daffodils in the window, a green Ye Er. Although there are no elegant flowers, it makes you feel better than roses. Unwilling to lag behind, Chimonanthus praecox blooms like stars, all bright and dazzling.

Under the cold wind in winter, all the grass withered, and the only yellow leaves on some branches fell off, leaving the bare branches shivering in the north wind. At this time, only the vigorous pine tree, still wearing green clothes, stood bravely and fearlessly.

In winter, everything on the tree is bare. Only rabbits are running in the fields.

When students go to school in the morning, the sun hasn't come out yet, and it's too cold to get up. Swallows have already flown south, and only ugly crows are croaking.

The pine and cypress are covered with silver frost. The field is empty and far away, and only wheat seedlings are lying in the snow.

The students were wearing thick clothes and wrapped their faces in scarves, only their eyes were exposed. The exhaled air frosted their eyelashes, and several pine cones on the pine tree were shaken by the wind. This winter is getting colder and colder, the leaves are gone, and the trees are still suffering from the pain of parting in the bleak wind and resisting the invasion of the cold. The snow on the pine branches is telling these past events, and a sadness hits my heart. I can't help sighing and saying to myself, "Winter is so bleak!" My heart is so cold.

In winter, the countryside looks a little shabby because there are no green trees, and it looks a little deserted because few people come out. At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place.

People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless. Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder.

People can sleep especially in winter, which is a compensation for a year's hard work. In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream.

6. Winter is an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, calm and sincere. He sat in the yard where he had lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter.

In his chiseled eyebrows, you can see the lush in early spring, the enthusiasm in midsummer and the harvest in late autumn. The fragrance of plum blossoms is floating in the air.

He stretched out his bony hand and summoned his wife who had been together for life. The two men helped each other and told stories of the past.

In those stories, there are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, elephants galloping in the wax, ice melting and talking, and swallows returning. This road, no matter how difficult it is, is hand in hand side by side and has never been separated.

Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes emotional and sometimes slow. Those fleeting years seem to be pulled back, close at hand and within reach.

Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by dreamy eyes and quiet smiles. Outside the window, dusk is approaching, and the cold wind is ringing the bells under the eaves, bringing the news of the recovery of everything.

7. Winter is a surly teenager, sometimes docile and clever, and sometimes playing some practical jokes. When he is happy, the sun is shining and the breeze is blowing gently.

When he is unhappy, dark clouds cover the sun, and it rains and snows. He always greedily wanted this and that, and really gave it to him, but he didn't cherish it and vandalized it.

He trotted on the yellow grass after autumn, thinking that the rustling of the grass was not pleasant to hear, so he scattered snowflakes all over the sky and wrapped mountains, rivers and fields in soft velvet blankets. He was very proud of his creation and cheered and frolicked on the snowy field.

Under the care of the snow blanket, those yellow grasses had a sweet dream. In my dream, the spring breeze once gave off green buds. However, the teenager doesn't know Cao Ermeng. He hasn't played enough.

He saw a swaying leaf on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river hindered his steps. He didn't have the patience to detour from the bridge, so he waved and raised a cold wind to freeze the river.

He ran across the ice quickly, tore off the last leaf left on the branch, rubbed it in his hand until it broke, and then threw it away without pity. 8. At present, I see that the leaves of many pine and cypress trees have fallen off. Leaves floating around are scattered on the ground of the park, as if crying. They left the warm embrace. This is not a temporary departure where you are going. When they leave, they will be separated forever. When the cleaners swept away the leaves, they were waiting for another tragic ending. What the leaves really didn't expect was that they fell from their mother's arms so quickly. They haven't had time to talk to their relatives. They originally wanted to do something for their loved ones. They still have many blessings to give to their relatives. But when the ruthless winter came, they separated. Before they got everything ready, they fell from the tree, waiting for them only endless thoughts and endless sadness. What will be their fate? Trees don't know, nor do leaves themselves, but they can do one thing. They will never forget their mother who once relied on them, because that warmth is in their hearts.

9. The tree in front of me is even more sad to see the leaves growing up in my arms leave one by one. It is not afraid of the cold wind, because it has leaves. It cares for its children, caring for them to grow up slowly, and watching them all go, it also feels that there is still a lot to say. It is very happy that the leaves have grown under its care. It just wants to have a rest, but they still want to have a rest. No matter how they face their fate in the future, it can't keep them on their side. Even if there are a few leaves on the tree, the final result will still be separated. Although it is more uncomfortable, it still comforts these fallen leaves. Trees without leaves are more bleak, and they have to face fallen leaves in the cold winter.