Poems about animals hibernating

Poem on animal hibernation 1. Poetry about hibernation

1, 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.

Explanation:

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, "Year of the Year" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Xie Lingyun

You can't sleep because of worry, and it's hard to be depressed because of the bitterness of the night.

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.

The feeling of death has been urging when it is transported to an object that is not submerged by water.

Explanation:

I can't sleep at night, and my heart is suffering. The night is endless, and I can't bear to wait for dawn.

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is fierce and biting.

Nothing eternal will die with the passage of time. A year is coming, and my life is being urged mercilessly.

3. "Winter Night Memories of Hu Jushi's Family" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

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.

Explanation:

It was dawn when the cold sound came, 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, "December 15th Night" Qing: Yuan Mei.

More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died.

The window is brighter, and it snows every day.

Explanation:

Deep drums were heard in the distance, busy people fell asleep one after another, and the noise in the street gradually subsided. I also blew out the oil lamp to get ready for bed, but after the light went out, I found the room brighter. It turned out that there was a bright moon hanging high in the night sky, the earth was covered with snow, and the bright full moon and snowflakes reflected on the windows, making the room look brighter than before the lights were blown.

5. Nanxiangzi Winter Night Song Dynasty: Huang Sheng

All is silent. The edge of the iron is almost flat. The fragrance disappears, and the faint song is unstable and sad. Only frost flowers accompany the moon.

It should be cold at night. I am so bored that Meihua can't sleep. I look at plum blossoms, miss me and care about love. Get up and look at the jade bottle full of ice.

Explanation:

The winter night is silent. It's almost five o'clock, and the quilt is still cold. The agarwood in the furnace has burned out, the lights are dim and lonely. When will the night end? Outside the window, only frost flowers accompany the bright moon.

Lonely and cold nights, thinking about plum blossoms in full bloom in the wind is also annoying and can't sleep. I'm thinking of plum blossom, and plum blossom is thinking of me and caring for each other. When I got up, I saw that the water in the jade bottle had condensed into ice.

2. Ancient poems about animals in winter

In winter, I chose the 3rd18th day of the year to stop her beautiful footsteps ... On this day, I was awakened by the sudden arrival of winter before it was completely bright. The special smell of winter only passes through every sensitive nerve of mine. Among them, it is also mixed with a little fresh floral fragrance. I am like a life about to wake up in winter. I slowly opened the quilt that covered me. Just in the blink of an eye, the cold wind came on me, and I kept skipping around. My feet left the warm bed, put on my shoes quickly, went to the clothes rack and put on a thick coat. After a while, some dancing winds have been dancing happily elsewhere. I walked out of the room. There is a quiet atmosphere around me, which makes me feel happy. I am afraid to break this rare illusion, which is like walking into heaven. I came to the balcony, the plants on the basin were still asleep, the goldfish kept their eyes open but did not move, and even vaguely saw the sky ... Everything seemed to be enchanted by winter, just like the palace in the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty", and they all fell asleep quietly. Their silence was exchanged for completely hypocritical silence. This is what I yearn for. I took a deep breath, and my nose and mouth were filled with the unique coolness of winter. I was fascinated by the dream created in this short time. Yes, it is a fantasy, a fragile fantasy. As long as something happens, or just a bird song, it is enough to break this charming fantasy. The dazzling sunlight finally penetrated the clouds. As for me, I can only feel helpless about this: Hey, can I get God's mercy on the 3rd18th day of next year? Please let me go to the paradise I yearn for again, and let me see the clarity of that paradise again. In winter in the south, half yellow leaves fall, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches and the spring water gradually dried up. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depressed color. It's freezing, but it doesn't bring a trace of moisture. The cold of soaking bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a loose and cold substance stuffed between the chest and lungs. In this season, people's thoughts will be frozen, and emotions and romance will be thrown out of the clouds in an instant. In this way, even if you make a wish occasionally, you will soon be thrown into the corner of memory. Standing outdoors, I took a deep breath, and a mass of white fog wrapped in a warm current curled up into the air, spread out in mid-air, and then merged into the long-lost dry cold air. The little hope that had just been ignited was shattered and disappeared quietly, as if it had never happened before, and this last special wetness was in a trance. Only a few scattered leaves are dotted with traces of life. The bark is slightly brown, as if it had been baked on a fire for a long time, and it has lost its spirit, and it seems that it will fall to the ground at any time. In summer, the lotus pond is full of flowers, leaving only dry roots and leaves. It has long lost the charm of displaying beads. The cold wind is rustling and the dead leaves are dying, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past. It reflects Li Yishan's mood of listening to the rain. The mountains in the south are no longer as tall and majestic as those in the north, and they have lost their former runlang in winter, leaving only a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. Silently guard a silence. If there is a heavy snow in the north, the mountains will be covered with a layer of boundless white, which is a magnificent and good picture, and there is new hope between the mountains. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south. Just like the scattered hills on the vast Jianghan Plain, there are only green shadows of pines and cypresses all over the mountains, which are as green as frost, and the light green is faintly covered with blue ash. From a distance, it seems to be covered by flying dust. Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now a stagnant pool. The river seems to have frozen, and even the current in Dongzhu seems to have stopped, and everything is dead. Yes, winter in the south can only be described as lifeless and lifeless. There is only a layer of gray precipitation between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything and takes away their vitality bit by bit. Here, I only send my love to the window and a heart fragrance from afar, hoping to have a new green and broken ground. Send hope of spring. The best thing about the sentence describing winter is that it will snow a little. You see, the dwarf pine on the mountain is getting darker and darker, and there is a bun of white flowers on the top of the tree, like a Japanese wet nurse. The top of the mountain is all white, and there is a silver edge on the blue sky. On the hillside, there is thick snow in some places and grass color in some places. In this way, one is white, the other is dark yellow, and the mountain is covered with a floral dress with water patterns; Looking at it, this floral dress seems to be blown by the wind, which makes you want to see more beautiful goatskin. When the sun was about to set, the yellowish sunlight shone obliquely on the hillside, and Bo Xue seemed suddenly shy and slightly pink. It's just a light snow. Jinan can't stand the heavy snow. Those hills are too delicate. Winter is coming, the cold current is coming, the goose feather-like snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the whole world is covered with a white coat. Winter with snowflakes dancing has finally arrived. It's snowing and snowflakes are falling from the sky. Soon, the ground, trees and roofs turned white. The spring morning is warm, the summer morning is warm, and the autumn morning is quiet. What about winter? It was dawn, and I was walking on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The boundary between heaven and earth is so blurred: the mountain is white, the sky is white and the water is floating.