Poetry of Gobi in Winter

1. Sentences describing the vast Gobi Desert 1. "Jiuquan Xiwang Yumen Road, Qian Shan water is white grass."

In the eyes of Cen Can, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, the bloodless and withered Gobi Desert is a barren land in Mongolian. After thousands of years of wind and rain, soaked by ice and snow. Although its face still looks a little stiff or even cold, today it opens its mind calmly and peacefully, so that my admirers from afar can fully appreciate its generosity and primitive roughness that has been difficult to polish for many years. In the low potential of Gobi, the amount of sand is increased, but on the flat beaches on both sides of the highway, artificially planted sand-fixing grasses are dense, just like the stars in the sky, firmly nailing the footsteps of quicksand and holding the wings of the storm.

Although the grass is less green and more yellow, these spirits who died in the struggle against sandstorms can still show the hope of mankind even if they die. Narrow and shallow riverbeds often appear in sand stains. I don't know whether it is the track of seasonal rivers or the random and scrawled handwriting of a rainstorm.

At the bedside of these dry rivers, one or two weeds occasionally appear, swaying a little green of life. Although they are not strong, they make Gobi tourists shine at the moment and make people understand the importance of the water of life-as long as there is water in this dry and scorched Gobi desert, there is green hope! 2. The desert is desolate. When it is calm, the desert world is also beautiful. The sand beams carved by the wind are picturesque, and the waves slowly spread out and extend far away, so delicate that the sand dunes are slowly lifted up to form a steep sand wall. The sand wall seems to be still flowing in the calm sea of sand. This is a flowing sand dune.

Standing at the top of the high sand dune, looking around, the blue sky and the golden earth are another world. However, there are oases in the desert, which seems to be the hope of the desert.

Or a winding river, even if it can't get out of the desert, it still flows stubbornly forward. Wherever we go, the desert is dressed in green, and the elves bring infinite vitality, including families and cattle and sheep. Or a pool of clear water, nourishing the earth, giving birth to a green sky, birds and flowers, full of vitality, chickens and dogs hearing each other, Xanadu.

This is the calm desert style! However, the desert ravaged by the storm is another scene. When the wind blows, the yellow sand dances with it. The whole sky has become a stage where yellow sand rages, rolling yellow sand moves with the wind and sand dunes fluctuate. The fragile oasis trembled in the raging sandstorm, fearing that the rolling sand dunes would drown itself. In this way, the sandstorm in one season has changed the terrain of the desert, but the restless dust has been drifting to the sea with the unyielding wind, which is what we call sandstorm.

This is the crazy desert world! The deserts I have seen are Tengger Desert, Wulanbuhe Desert, Kubuqi Desert and Mu Us Desert. Dust from these deserts often flies to the capital. It is said that when it is windy in winter, especially when it is windy in spring, it can fly across the ocean to Japan. Starting from Baotou, Inner Mongolia, we crossed the choppy Yellow River to the south and entered the desert. That desert is the Kubuqi desert, about 200 kilometers south. The endless desert world is another desert, called Mu Us Desert. Although it's a desert trip, it's not like a death trip in the Sahara desert, nor a lonely trip to find the ancient country of Loulan in Kumtag Desert and Ta Glama Gan Desert.

Although Kubuqi Desert and Mu Us Desert are sparsely populated, we can walk along the expressway, and the sparsely populated places slowly pass in front of the driving cars. In front of me is the Mu Us Desert, and I see the world covered by vast yellow sand. It was a sunny day, the sky was so noble and the earth was so clean. Only the yellow sand dunes are clean one after another, just like the steamed bread made by a steamed bread shop, which is deformed all over the floor. It's so interesting.

After parking the car, several people usually leave the road and jump on the sand dunes, but they get stuck in the sand. Without shoes and trouser legs, they took off their shoes and socks, took the trouser legs, climbed to the top of the sand slope, climbed a step, raised their feet, but retreated half a step, so they laughed their heads off and caught the finely divided sand, which was so clean that there was no dust, but it was in the sand. The man hunched his back, threw the sand all over the sky with his hands and feet, and rushed to the top of the sand dune, while the woman stood on the soft sand, twisting her graceful waist and smiling.

In the vast desert, it seems that the heart is flying, and the sand in winter is warm in the sun. Unlike the hot summer, it is untenable. It is so comfortable, holding the sand and spreading it, so playful and playful, and the desert is boring. The warm sunshine splashed quietly on the sunny sand bend, with fine sand under your feet. Sit down, enjoy the silence of the sand, weave a handful of sand, flow out from your fingers, grab a handful of sand, throw it into the sky, fall under your feet and disappear.

The four fields are vast, and there is a feeling of isolation. It is a choice for people who are tired of the hustle and bustle of urban life to come here to be quiet and feel the desolation and massiness of the desert. In the afternoon, the sky changed, the wind blew, the desert changed face, the sand rustled against the world and the sky changed color. That little warmth suddenly disappeared, and the cold wind only got to the neckline, so we had to hide in the car. The car was rustled by the wind and sand, and the silent desert became angry and spread its prestige. In this way, the desert is not a place to escape the noise.

Oh, it suddenly occurred to me that deep in the desert, it was a bitter and cold place. Northwest frontier has been called barren land since ancient times, and most of them are dead Jedi, which probably means deep in the desert. Therefore, this is a sparsely populated place. The desert has a bad side and a gentle side, so I always hope that I can be lucky, discover and experience the gentle side, and get in touch with the beauty of the desert. I always like to bring a few lovely people with me, and my son will share the kelp.

2. The poem describing winter is an urgent quatrain-Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and a line of dew rises to heaven.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.

From a distance, it is not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away from the mountain, and all the birds on the mountain fly away. The weather is cold and the White Family is poor. A thousand roads without footprints.

Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.

It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun.

Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.

There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.

H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.

Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "

The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.

Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.

Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's Winter Night's Story of Hu Jushi's Home is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.

Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.

First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.

Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.

Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.

Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold and see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.

Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.

Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.

Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.

Huang Yuan Geng's "Snow" stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are not frozen clearly. Hong Sheng's Looking at the Snow.

It is rare to recite poems about winter.

Xu zhimo

Rare, the night is so quiet,

Rare, the fire is so warm,

It is even more rare to be silent.

A pair of lonely souls!

No camp, no comments,

Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,

Sitting quietly in front of the fire,

I can only silently count the lanes farther away.

Take a sip of water, my friend,

Moisturize chapped lips;

You add some coal, my friend,

A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.

On a cold winter night, my friend,

People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;

In the cold world,

Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!

Before March 1925

How about the music of Vivaldi's Four Seasons?

4. A story about ice and snow, winter is a silent season. Grandpa always sits alone on the wall in winter, silent. The sun caressed his face as old as a walnut with gentle hands, and caressed his beloved child like a kind mother. Winter is the season of falling snow, and snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies. My grandfather told the story of his childhood on a quiet snowy night. He is as happy as a child's heart. It is full of infinite warmth, just as we suddenly think of the spring outing on a sad day. In fact, no one knows what Grandpa is thinking in winter, but his story tells me that he has been far away from his childhood and hometown. The characters in ................................................................................................................'s plays are also reminiscent of the long loofah figure under the vine. The dozing old man forgot to set up a sentry in the sun. At this moment, you dive into the inland river to catch the sadness on the beating waves. My riverbed is dry and cracked, and it goes deep into the blood of his ancestors. The bell rang, and the dew rolled in the morning was playing. In fact, the lotus leaf is fresh and stretches in the wind. Actually, winter is beautiful. Nature takes off her coat and reveals her naked soul. You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring. —————————————— Lin Jian published Silent Winter on July 9, 2006 10: 18: 24 Winter is as cold as a patient who has lost his memory.

Still cold, quiet and expressionless, winter is as pure as a white swan in the online game world. Its carefree and wild nature makes sparrows start from dead branches and get into warm clothes. Cold loneliness is another landscape of life. Fortunately, in such a calm season, the wind is full of homesickness and tears begin to crystallize. Winter always reminds people of something, or misses something. The fire is burning, and I always think I can burn out some past events.

Many things need us to warm up. Actually, love and life will calm down day by day. Winter is a snowflake. Let me learn to be grateful.

Thank you for the breeze that brought me another kind of beauty in my life and gently awakened my sleeping soul. February 3, 2005 ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Past eyes can't sweep away inner emptiness and anxiety. In the storm, they are getting old and the most corrupt. There is no need to talk about health and achievement. Perhaps it is such a corner, you think it is bright and dazzling, stubborn and contrary to the season, but it still ignites your inner weakness and hopes that you will be strong and as ordinary as a piece of paper flying in front of you. Maybe it doesn't mean anything, but it shows a kind of depression at most. The sight of the countryside can give life and hope to many people —————————————————————————————— The Trak snowflake outside the window is ringing the bell of evening prayer, and the room is getting ready. People wandering around the dining table are preparing a sumptuous feast. From the dark road to the gate, only a few trees are shining with golden light, sucking the cold dew in the soil, and the wanderer has quietly stepped into pain. The threshold has turned to stone. Under the bright light, there are bread and wine on the table ——————————————————————————— Tang I love winter, and that six-petal snowflake is a gift from my grandpa in winter. I love winter. The snowman made by children is the joy brought by Santa Claus. I love winter, and the snowy world is a playground for children. I love winter. Colorful cotton-padded jackets add color to the snowy world. I love winter, that white and flawless winter! ———————————————————————— The first rain in winter gently weaves a picture of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. A wet poem has disappeared from the bridge in the season, but the misty winter rain still has the beautiful charm of autumn, weaving a gorgeous and dense piece. The misty rain and fog have blurred the mirror, and the moonlight song has penetrated into the spotless green space in the dream. Although the season gradually becomes desolate, depressed and decadent, it is accompanied by the north wind. However, I read a fresh Preface to Winter from this cool winter rain. Supplementary answer: "Qiu Meng" Dai Wangshu's "The Shepherd's Bell" shakes off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess.

So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past. Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed.

(193 1 year 1 month) Flowers in first frost Dai Wangshu Flowers in first frost in September, Flowers in first frost in October, Misty Girls Come to My Bones. Decorate you with autumn leaves, decorate charming girls with monotonous death and fog, and send me your plain flowers.

Do you still have tears of pearls? The sun has not been rekindled. I watched my sideburns fall, so I ushered in the autumn decorated by you.

"Autumn" Du even sounded like a mature pigeon whistle, and the noisy summer with showers has passed. No longer think about the severe and sultry test and the detailed memory of dangerous swimming.

After breaking ground in spring buds, twisting and injury in the growth of young buds, these branches are also crazy in the hot sun and almost lost their way in the rainy night. Now, the plain sky is cloudless, the mountains and rivers are clear and clean, and the vision is particularly broad; In the season of wisdom and emotional maturity, the river seems to come from a deeper source.

Turbulent airflow ferments in the valley to form transparent good wine; What autumn is blowing? The intoxicating fragrance has deeply dyed the autumn flowers and leaves. Street trees also imply something in red, and the wheels of bicycles are shining with vitality; The long arm of the tower crane points to the distance at high altitude, and Qiuyang scans the harvest information on it.

"Grass in the South of the Yangtze River" In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom in Li Ji, I first came to Jiangnan. Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times.

Looking at your beautiful city, all the most beautiful pictures are lost.

5. Gobi customs (first reading) Gobi customs in that winter 17.

The author describes Nitraria tangutorum in the depths of the vast desert. With the nourishment of scarce rain, slender branches are stretched, which not only resist the wind and sand, lock sand dunes, protect and block this raging area, but also call for spring with small green leaves, dedicate pieces of green to create coolness, beautify people's mouths with strings of small fruits, and nourish the voice of larks. This writing is actually praising the spirit of Nitraria (4 points) 18.

What do you mean by "style" Is the author just praising the root of Nitraria tangutorum (4 points) 19? In paragraph 1, the author describes the tragic desolation of the Gobi Desert to show what it is (4 points) 20.

Read paragraphs 2 to 12. How does the author describe Nitraria tangutorum (4 points) 2 1? "The most beautiful thing is its roots, such as the iron anchor that goes deep into the sand, unknown, selfless dedication, and complete the most beautiful shape.

"Talk about your understanding of this passage. (4 points) Read the answer: 17, the spirit of obscurity and selfless dedication.

18, the original meaning of "character" refers to people's spirit and character, and also refers to the powerful style of poetry, calligraphy and painting. Praise the people who are rooted in the desert like Nitraria tangutorum root and silently contribute by praising Nitraria tangutorum root.

19。 It is to show the harsh living environment of Nitraria root and road maintenance workers.

20。 The author mainly describes the hard texture and beautiful appearance of Nitraria tangutorum root.

2 1。 Nitraria tangutorum survives tenaciously in harsh environment with amazing ability and makes selfless dedication.

Isn't the sand sea in the article like this? They have been rooted in the frontier for many years and worked silently and selflessly. This is a kind of character, and our times just need such ordinary and great people.