Ancient poems about autumn and winter

1. The most famous description of autumn is the description of Ma Zhiyuan in Yuan Dynasty.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains by Wang Wei in Tang Dynasty

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

3. The night parking near Zhangjifeng Bridge is also famous. "Frosty night, Jiang Feng fishing sorrow sleep.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. "

2. Ancient poems describing winter:

In the Tang Dynasty, Bai Xuege Farewell to Wu Gui in Tian Wu, "The north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar Day.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

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. "

Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" shows that there are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. "

In Song Dynasty, Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei in the Mountain, Up in the Garden", "Many fragrant people shake off their unique beauty and occupy a small garden.

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.

Fortunately, there are micro-songs to compare, and there is no need for sandalwood gold statues. "