Verses describing the beauty of snow

The poem describing the beauty of snow is as follows:

1. "Spring Snow in Luoyang" Nalan Xing of the Qing Dynasty

There are countless densely sprinkled saddles. Lost in the distant trees. The mountains are overlapping and indistinguishable, as if they are five miles apart and covered in mist.

Melancholy is deep in the window. Wet flowers and light catkins. At that time, Youchao was pitiful, and the strong fragrance helped.

Translation: On the long journey on horseback, snowflakes fell overwhelmingly, blurring the woods in the distance and blurring the overlapping mountains, making it impossible to distinguish clearly, as if they were trapped in five miles of fog.

Back then, the snowflakes also drifted through our windows, like wet flowers and light catkins. That melodious look is so endearing, but not because the snowflakes are so beautiful, but because you are right next to me.

2. "Spring Snow" by Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty

There is no youth in the new year, and I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.

The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.

Translation: Even in the New Year, there are still no fragrant flowers. It was only in early February that I was pleasantly surprised to find new shoots of grass sprouting. Bai Xue also thought that spring came too late, so she deliberately turned into flowers and flew among the trees in the courtyard.

3. "The Snow Queen in the Mountains" by Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty

When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.

The eaves are not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.

Translation: In the early morning, when I opened the door, I saw mountains full of white snow. It was clear after the snow, the white clouds were pale, and even the sunlight became cold. The snow on the eaves has not melted, and the plum blossom branches in the courtyard are still frozen by ice and snow. How unusual is such a noble and tenacious character!

4. "Traveling on the Shasha·Snow is Like Plum Blossoms" by Lu Benzhong of the Song Dynasty

Snow is like plum blossoms, and plum blossoms are like snow. Both the similarity and the dissimilarity are strange. Who knows about the annoying flavor? Please ask me to take the moon from the south tower.

I remember last year, it was the plum blossom season. No one talks about old things. For whom do you get drunk and for whom do you wake up? To this day I still hate to say goodbye.

Translation: The snow is as white as plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are as crystal clear as snow. Whether they look like them or not, they are all equally beautiful. But this beautiful snow and plum blossoms arouse my sorrow. Who can know this sorrow? Only the bright moon on the south tower is my witness.

I remember that in previous years, it was also a season like this, but I walked in the snow with you to look for plum blossoms. The bright moon shone on both of us. Time passed, people got older, and things became old things, and no one mentioned them anymore. Got it! I get drunk and wake up again, wake up and get drunk again, but for whom? Alas, until now, I still regret that I left you so easily!

5. "Qingpingle·Snow" by Sun Daoxuan of the Song Dynasty

Long and leisurely, doing everything possible to look light. In the middle of the night, there was a rustle outside the window, mostly on the bamboo beside the plum blossoms.

The Zhulou opens towards the dawn curtain, and pieces of six flowers fly in. Helplessly smoked by the furnace smoke, Tengteng supported the golden hairpin.

Translation: Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, looking light and unrestrained. In the middle of the night, I could only hear the rustling of the heavy snow outside the window, breaking the branches of the plum trees and bamboos in the courtyard.

When I got up the next day, I couldn’t wait to open the curtains, and saw flakes of snow rushing towards me. Helplessly, the smoke from the incense burner in the room melted all the snowflakes on her body at once, and she could only watch the snowflakes turn into steaming mist rising up, gently covering her head with the golden hairpin.