Poems about ice.

Poetry about ice 1. Poetry about ice.

1, Young Children Making Ice Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

Original text:

Early in the morning, young children put the ice frozen all night on a plate and put it in their hands.

Tap the ice gently, the sound of wood passing through the forest. When the viewer is absorbed in the sound of wood, he suddenly hears another sound-the sound of ice falling to the ground, such as the sound of broken glass.

Early in the morning, the childish child held the ice frozen in the plate at night in his hand. With a tap, the ice will make a sound through the forest. When the viewer is addicted to the noise of crossing the forest, he suddenly hears another sound-ice will fall to the ground and make a sound like broken glass.

2. "Cold Dew in the Jade Bowl of Huanxisha" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

Original text:

The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers.

The jade bowl in the boudoir is full of ice, and the condensed water drops around the bowl will drip down. Beauty powder and sweat melt slightly, revealing a fragrant and white body through a thin gauze dress; The delicate face with light makeup in the evening is better than the rich lotus flower.

3. "The deep ice at four o'clock midnight is three feet thick" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Anonymous.

Original text:

The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles.

My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?

The water in the deep pool has frozen three feet thick, and snow has covered thousands of miles of land. In spite of this cold, my heart is still as firm as pine and cypress. What is your heart like?

4. "Linjiang Fairy, Winter Night, Ice and Ice Together" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Original text:

The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall.

Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging.

It's very cold at night in winter, and the wells are frozen. The bright moonlight shone into the tent through the gorgeous room, and the blue light flashed, reflecting the sad maid. The wick was almost burned out, and rouge powder and tears trickled down.

5, "Youth Tour Yuhu Ice Eagle Beast Furnace Ash" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Original text:

Jade pot ice jade beast furnace ash. People began to embroider curtains.

Spring irrigation blooms overnight, and six flowers bloom, without being urged by scissors.

There is a layer of bright and transparent ice in the jade pot, and the spices in the animal-shaped incense burner have been burned to ashes. I opened the embroidered curtain and looked out of the window, only to find that a heavy snow at night made the trees and flowers crystal clear, and no scissors were needed to cut them.

2. Poems about ice

1, the sand sea is unfathomable with ice, and the clouds are gloomy and Wan Li is condensed.

From Bai Xuege in the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Tian Shuji's Home".

The desert is frozen and cracked, and the sky in Wan Li is full of clouds.

2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

From Bai Xuege in the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Tian Shuji's Home".

Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.

Snow is as black as Hu Sha, and ice is as bright as John.

The Rain and Snow Song written by Lu in the Tang Dynasty.

The snowflakes on the edge are as gray as the sand there. The ice on the border shines like the bright moon in that hometown.

4. Snow is full of flowers and lace is like snow.

Plum Blossom Falls by Lu in the Tang Dynasty.

The snowy place seems to be covered with white plum blossoms, and the edge of the plum blossoms looks like a layer of snow.

5. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the garden.

From "Snow in Early Spring" by Zhang Jiuling in Tang Dynasty.

Snow is as white as jade, infiltrating the green winter bamboo in front of the window; The snowflakes hanging on the plum branches in the yard are as crystal white as blooming plum blossoms.

3. Poems about ice

1, there is unfathomable ice in the sand sea, and the gloomy cloud Wan Li is condensed from the Tang Dynasty translation of "Bai Xuege Farewell to the Field-Document Wu Return Home": the desert freezes and cracks, and the sky in Wan Li condenses into gloomy clouds.

2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 3. Snow is as dark as Hu Sha and as bright as ice, which comes from Lu's Song of Rain and Snow.

The ice on the border shines like the bright moon in that hometown. The snow is full of flowers and lace is like snow. It's from Lu's Plum Blossoms Falling in the Dynasty. The snowy place looks full of white plum blossoms, and the edge of the plum blossoms seems to have fallen with a layer of snow.

5. Rain embellishes the bamboo in front of the window, and the plum in the garden comes from Zhang Jiuling's "Snow in beginning of spring from Morning". Tang Dynasty translation: Snow is as white as jade, infiltrating the green winter bamboo in front of the window; The snowflakes hanging on the plum branches in the yard are as crystal white as blooming plum blossoms.

4. Zhu's poems

"Ji Ya Cai Mei Cynthia Chrysanthemum Four Sketches": "The study is bright, and those who choose plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum alone can cleanse people's dirty intestines and make their bones bright with their elegance and elegance."

Chinese plum

Ice makes bones and snow makes souls.

Heaven is immortal and stands out from the crowd.

I am crazy. I am cold and fragrant in winter.

One night, the spring breeze was bright and seamless.

Chinese plum

When is a piece of ice and snow red?

Bright and sparse can also look down on the sky.

Leng Xiang drifted into the distance.

The fairy in the flower lives up to its reputation.

Chinese plum

In winter, the cold will definitely penetrate Nanliang.

Su Jie is red and strong all over.

The world gave me three praises.

I give the world a stick of incense.

Chinese plum

Ice makes bones and snow makes souls.

Heaven is immortal and stands out from the crowd.

I am crazy. I am cold and fragrant in winter.

One night, the spring breeze was bright and seamless.

chrysanthemum

Don't argue with many English people about what is needed.

Charming and refined.

Frost-soaked wind dyed poetic rhyme

Who is the best in the world?

chrysanthemum

Qing Wen Hui's several ointment deliveries.

Who can you be beautiful for?

The true gentleman in Tao Gong's works

Call the autumn wind to accompany you

orchid

Ben is in a smoky valley.

I wonder when the earth will come.

Who does everyone love most?

Several common inking meters

orchid

Living alone in the mountains, laughing at the ups and downs.

Only the fragrance came across the ridge.

Elegant, does not change color.

Only for this gentleman.

A kind of bamboo

The world is lush and unstoppable.

There is a difference between noise and rain.

A place where literati and poets write.

Only Zhu Jun is the most restrained.

A kind of bamboo

Be green and fresh.

Behind the ridge, in front of the stream is a shadow.

Mo Dao Gao Jie has no rhyme.

The father who sells wine has a gentleman.

Qinyuan chunmei

Cang Ai Yu Yu Xue Wang Yinfeng Duan Gao Ling

Smile a little red rhyme.

Sweet soul, likes to complain about erotic shadows and hide feelings.

Pride, surprise, anger and charm have long been blowing in the wind.

Easy to step on the clouds

Look back at the moonlight, like water, and the new taste is surging.

The world is like wormwood, and you can choose from all kinds of customs.

Sigh that peonies are only rich.

Rhododendron roses are too enchanting.

Deep valleys, clouds, haze, orchids, grass, green, soft, too delicate.

Feed jade, winter decorates spring with soul, and the warmth disappears.

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. -Tao Yuanming's fifth day of drinking.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village

The chrysanthemum near the fence has not been seen in autumn. -Jiao Ran is not looking for Lu Hongxian at home.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. -Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. -Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Sills, Chrysanthemums, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears and Dewdrops"

Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. -Du Fu's "Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity"

5. Ask for poetry couplets or articles about "Bing"

Ice, hanging upside down from the eaves, overlooks everything in her field of vision. She is cold, she is arrogant, just as she despises this terrible cold. The temperature is still sinking at will, with no intention of stopping. Occasionally, a drop of water walked side by side with her, and she caught it and swallowed it in a very fast way. Gradually her body became heavy, but still pure and transparent. She reflected the lifeless sunshine in winter, which made everything around her dim. Ice has become synonymous with cold. The freezing point under the sun in winter has gradually become a myth.

The fire in the fireplace under the eaves continued to burn, and his face flushed. I intend to add some warmth to this bleak atmosphere. The flames gradually jumped up, one after another, becoming more and more lively and brisk. The indifference in winter really diluted a lot, and he satisfied his own efforts. It is fire that ignites everything that can burn, if it burns evil distractions in people's hearts.

People would rather be close to the temperature of fire than hold a piece of ice in their hands easily. The cold ice was gradually swallowed up by the fire. She began to hate, to be impatient, to hate the intensity of the fire. So she no longer stayed quietly under the eaves. For an instant, she felt as if she had the spirit of a moth fighting the fire, but she still didn't understand that the moth fighting the fire was because she insisted on great feelings, and she just made a feat because she didn't want to be ignored.

She suddenly felt that her body seemed to be warmed by a hot air, and the temperature was very pleasant. She enjoyed it greedily, as if saving energy for the final sprint. Fire seems to deliberately slow down the burning energy, so that this fragile life can be preserved for a long time, so the fire refuses all opportunities to burn it and looks at the guests who are still approaching it. In this way, they looked at each other for a long time, but from the eyes of ice, they could no longer read hostility, which was a longing charm. Bing suddenly understood that the warmth of fire is not disguised, but that his heart is passionate. They shook their bodies and spent their whole lives beside each other. When the fire completely embraced the ice body, they found that they could only have a soul that had been appreciated for a long time. He can't catch the ice, like a helpless child crying. Ice threw its life into the arms of fire. When she disappeared, she looked up at the eaves where she had lived for a long time. She felt that her past life was so empty, but now she can live in warmth and enthusiasm forever, so she quietly closed her eyes and buried her head in the arms of fire to experience this transcendental melting.

It is the next winter, reliving this fleeting past, or the eaves, the upside-down ice is faintly visible, but is she still proud?

In the next winter, relive this fleeting past, or the fireplace, the embers of that day are still visible, but is it still burning?

It seems that after a century, the warm fire gradually went out. Re-walk the burned ruins and re-experience the lingering of ice and fire-the interweaving of ice and fire is a combination of quietness and warmth, which is amazing and shocking, and makes people feel an inexplicable acacia and a pure love. ...