Seek to write ancient poems and sentences about snow scenes.

& lt& lt Bai Xuege sent the military judge back >> Cen Can.

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.

Scattered into the bead curtain, it is wet Moreau, a fur coat feels very cold, and a cotton pad is as thin as a cicada.

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.

& lt& lt saw the snow peak in Central South & gt；; Zuyong

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.

Liu, a person

The spring breeze is full of snow, floating around and everywhere.

You look like a flower, but it's in the east of Los Angeles.

< Jiang Xue > Liu Zongyuan

Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints;

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

The ancients wrote poems about scenery:

"Look at the Luofu in the snow, the Jade Peak rises,

In Toyama village, people live in plum blossoms. "

Bodhisattva Xia (Li Qingzhao)

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace.

The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.

The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow.

Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

Shen Pei

It began to snow outside the curtain and the incense was still burning.

Sitting alone at night, people are very tired and far away, and dreams are more lonely.

Jueju (Tang 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.

Xue Mei (two) 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.

There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without plum customs.

The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.

"Listen to dong blow black flute.

At that time, Cai Yan once produced Song of A Qin, and played this song in 18 sections.

Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.

The border town is full of smoke, the grassland is overcast and the snow is falling.

When the horn feather is brushed in front of the string, the autumn leaves in the suburbs are shocked [sad] [sad]

Mr. Dong is ingenious, and ghosts and gods also come out to eavesdrop.

Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.

The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.

An abandoned fledgling wild goose weeps for its flock, and a Tatar child weeps for his beloved mother.

The river listened to the song, the waves calmed down and the birds stopped singing.

It seems that Princess Wusun is far away from home, like Princess Xu Wencheng's feud.

The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles.

Like the rustle of spring, the rustle of trees, and the singing of wild deer.

Chang 'an City is adjacent to the Intermediate People's Court, and the palace gate is in the center of the palace.

Fang Guan is not fettered by fame and fortune, and longs for Alice's play day and night.

Farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition, for his song of running the horse river.

Author: Cen Can

Have you noticed,

Traveling in snow, sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.

Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.

The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! And military adviser Simon attended the ceremony.

Du Fu of Ge Ye

Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.

Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.

Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.

Sleeping dragons and galloping horses are not generals now. They are dust. Be quiet for a while. Oh, the noise of the world. ..

Wild hope du fu

Xishan is covered with snow all year round, and the three cities are heavily stationed; Nanjiao Bridge spans the majestic Jinjiang River.

After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right?

Instead, they will hand over the bodies of Gemini in the light of late autumn; So far, not a drop of merit has repaid the wise Huang Sheng.

I travel by horse alone, and my horizons are often wide. The world economy is in recession, which is unimaginable.