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Poems describing beautiful snow scenes, grade three.

Poems describing the beautiful snow scene in Grade Three are as follows:

1, I was so surprised that my pillow was cold and I saw the window lit up again. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. -Bai Juyi's Snow at Night.

2, heavy and more urgent, gradually people will not be able to. The window is brighter, and it snows every day. -Yuan Mei's "December 15th Night".

3, two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships heading east-Du Fu's quatrains.

4, the clouds are green, and it seems to return to white snow. -Li Bai's "Farewell".

5. The north wind rolled the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky. Suddenly, a spring breeze came overnight, blowing open the petals of 10,000 pear trees. -Cen Can's Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Homecoming, Song of Snow.

6, snow powder, pear dance, and then look at four or five smoke villages. Scatter the map intensively and see the crows in the sparse forest. Huang Wei, shaded by Qingjiang River, prefers fishing. -Guan Hanqing's "Dade Song" winter scenery.

7, Jiang Ying plum thin, four dust-free, snowy, night windows like day. -Lu Zugao's "He Xinlang pulls the wind before Liu".

8. An arrow is better known in the cold, Kagami Akira. Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains. -Wang Wei's Memory of Hu Jushi's Home on a Winter Night.

9. Snow shines on the mountain city and jade refers to the cold, and there are complaints between buildings. There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Snow Penetrating Mountain City".

10, there are no birds in the hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.