Poems describing the snow scene in the countryside

1, Ode to Snow in Wu County in Northern and Southern Dynasties

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?

The breeze gently shook the trees in the courtyard, and the thin flying snow fell into the gap of the bamboo curtain. Snowflakes float in the air like fog and condense on the steps like fallen flowers. I can't see the willows sprouting in the yard to welcome the spring, but the cassia twig is covered with snow-white snowflakes. When you cry, there is no one to talk to. What's the good of being so sentimental and so sad?

2. After Snow in the Mountain by Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty.

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

As soon as I opened the door in the morning, I saw that the top of the mountain had been covered by a heavy snow. At this time, the sky has cleared, and the light of the rising sun has become cold through the faint white clouds. The snow on the eaves has not yet begun to melt, and the plum branches in the yard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a deserted atmosphere!

3. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei recorded Hu Jushi's home on a winter night.

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, pushed open the door and saw the snow-capped mountains full of 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.

The cold sound has reached dawn, and I saw my aging face in the mirror for the first time. Listening to the wind outside the window shaking the bamboo in front of the window, I pushed open the door and saw the snow on the opposite mountain. Floating in the air makes the deep alley quiet, and the snow makes the courtyard wider and more leisurely. What will Hu Jushi do at home? Chai Men must be still tight.

4. Yuan Guan Hanqing's "Dade Song Dongjing"

Snow powder flowers, pear blossoms, smoke villages no longer.

Scatter the map intensively and see the crows in the sparse forest.

Huang Wei, shaded by Qingjiang River, prefers fishing.

Snow white and bright, like dancing pears, covers farmers in the countryside in twos and threes. Dense snowflake layers can be described and painted. Look at Western jackdaw in the west where the forest is sparse and singing late. A fishing boat leans under the Qingjiang River shaded by yellow reeds.

5. Looking at the Snow at Night by Jia Dao in Tang Dynasty.

Leaning on a stick, looking at the sunny snow, the clouds are heavy.

The firewood man returned to the White House, and it was freezing cold.

Wildfire burns grass, and broken smoke gives birth to lycopodium.

But I went back to Shanxi Road and heard the bell at dusk.

Looking at the snowy weather alone with a bamboo stick, I saw white clouds stacked on the stream. The woodcutter is walking back to the snow-covered hut and walking down the dangerous peak in the cold evening. Wildfires burn creeping grass on the mountain, and smoke lighthouses intermittently fill the rocks with Gu Song. On my way back to the mountain temple, I heard melodious dusk bells in the distance.