Poems about the cold wind in winter

Poems about cold wind 1. Poems about cold wind

The north wind is cool, and it rains and snows: it snows.

rain: rain, fall. Pei: The appearance of heavy snow.

The Book of Songs, the North Wind, the north wind, the rain and snow: the appearance of wind disease. Fei Fei: Fei Fei, flying around.

In The Book of Songs, the wind and the north wind, it rains and snows. See, I say, it disappears: the snow is full; When it comes to it, it is still "floating". Hey; The heat of the sun.

yue: auxiliary words have no real meaning. "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong" Meng Dong is cold, and the north wind is miserable.

Meng Dong: The first month of winter. Miserable chestnut: It's very cold.

Han, the ancient poem Meng Dong is chilly. The cold wind blows my bones and the frost cuts my muscles. Han's "Ancient Poem Tong Tong Lonely Willow" The cold wind destroyed the trees, and the frost was severe. Lanhan Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poetry for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad and windy, and it was snowing in the sun.

there is no hope in tilting your ears, and it is already clean and sad in your eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: dark.

H: Less. Objective: what that eye can see.

Hao: Bai. Jin Tao Yuanming's "Mid-December Work at the Age of Guimao and Respect from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise from the wind, Xie Daoyun's "Poems on Snow": "What are the white snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if catkins rise from the wind."

The bright moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and mournful. Strength: violent.

sorrow: piercing. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's "Year of the Year" surprised the bamboo from the wind, and the snow was everywhere: the window.

the wind scares the bamboo: snow in the wind hits the bamboo, making a rustling sound. Tang Wang Wei's "Remembering Hu Jushi's Home on a Winter Night" is unknown, but it is suspected that Lin Hua opened the court last night: snowflakes fell in the courtyard.

Tang Song Zhiwen's Snow in the Garden is swallowed under the sound of water and ice, and the sand road snow is flat. Tang Liu Changqing's "Rewarding Zhang Xia's bitter and cold work on the way to visit the state on a snowy night" has a green vine path, and the snowy peaks are clear. The white wind and cold color of Tang Li Bai's "Winter Returning to the Old Mountain" are as big as snowflakes, and the Yanshan snowflakes in Tang Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang Refuses to Drink" are as big as seats, and they are blown off the Xuanyuan one after another. Tang Li Bai's "Popular in the North" is full of clouds and dusk, and the snow dance returns to the air: the whirling wind.

Tang Du Fu's "Dui Xue" is frosty, and the clothes are broken, so you can't point straight: your fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "From Beijing to Fengxian County to chant 5 words": Clouds and gulls dance more, and the wind goes against the geese, and there is no line: there is no line.

Tang Du Fu's "Send the eldest grandson home in winter", the cold days are short, and the wind and waves are calm. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County", the bamboo is scattered in the sun, and the snow is scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main book house will be finished, and the money will be sent to the foreign ministers to make the king" (a piece of Zhang Jishi) Who will cut and carve the snow on the flat land into this even smallpox Tang? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "

a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.

Tang Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" is cold in winter, so why should it be cold in the spring? It's harsh and bleak. "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Ting Zuo" by Tang Luwen is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

there is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day: the wind is like a roar. Don Meng Jiao's "Bitter Cold Songs" only saw that the ridge was covered with clouds, and it was already shocking that the rock was snowing like dust.

There are thousands of bamboos and stones in a thousand peaks, and thousands of trees and pines in a thousand clouds. When Tang Yuan Zhen's "South Qin Xue" comes into the house, you sit and watch the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch: snowflakes are hexagonal, so they are called snowflakes. Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered like white jade because of snow.

Tang Gao Pian's "Facing the Snow" knew that the snow was heavy at night, when he heard the sound of bamboo folding, Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow": "I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window bright again. I know the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "

Swirling the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Poems on Snow" all springs are frozen, and I am even more bitter when I sing cold: the spring water is not flowing smoothly because of freezing, because it is described as sobs.

singing: singing. Tang Liu Jia's "Ode to Bitter Cold": "All springs are frozen and swallowed, and I sing cold more earnestly.

leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel covered in snow. " Three million Yulong was defeated, and the broken bones were flying all over the sky. Yulong: Describe flying snow.

Broken scales and broken nails: It describes the snowflakes dancing like scales falling down one after another. Song Hu Zai's previous episode of Tiaoxi Fishing Hidden Conghua quoted Zhang Yuan's poem "Snow" in Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not a thousand miles away in jathyapple, and the world is selfless: Yu Baixue.

yuan Huang Geng's "Snow" The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, but the mountains are frozen and the clouds are clear. Hong Sheng's "Snow Watch".

2. What are the poems with "cold wind"

1. "Nian Nujiao Fu Yu Yan" Song Dynasty: Where Xin Qiji has been worried about me recently, he knows that I am happy.

a little desolate and eternal, relying on the west wind alone. And bamboo to find springs, and clouds to plant trees, called a real leisure guest, this leisure place, should not be long borrowed from Qiu He.

don't say that the past is not true, but the present is true, and treat it with respect. I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. I'm not a crane in Feiyun.

the cold wind is high, and the cinnamon shoots are loose. When you are drunk, you still wake up. The north window lies high, so don't be surprised by the birds.

Translation: Where is my sadness recently, and where is my pleasure? A little bleak inside is similar to the eternal loneliness of poets and writers, leaning against the railing alone to see the boundless earth. Looking for clear springs in bamboo forests and planting saplings in clouds, is it true that there are idle people? But my idle heart should not stay in the peaks and valleys for a long time.

don't say that the past is useless, but now I drink alone with my glass, but I feel that the past is like this. I don't know who I am when I'm drunk. It's not the bright moon, the white clouds or the flying cranes.

The dew is getting cold, and the pine leaves and osmanthus are swaying in the wind. I am drunk but still awake. Lying on the north window to sleep, don't wake me up from a gentle dream with the cry of miserable birds.

2. Erlang Shen Yan Guang Xie Song Dynasty: Liu Yong Yan Guang Xie. After sunset rain, fragrant dust is lightly sprinkled.

at first sight, the cold wind clears the courtyard, and the sky is as cool as water, and the jade hook hangs from afar. It should be that the star moths have been holding back for a long time, catching up with the old appointments and rushing to drive.

At the extreme point, the weiyun is dark, which makes the galaxy diarrhea. Elegant.

you should know that this scene is priceless in ancient and modern times. Lucky thinking, threading the needle upstairs, lifting the powder, clouds and clouds.

who's in the shadow of the cloister when you meet Jin Chai in a whisper? May heaven and earth enjoy themselves, every year tonight.

The summer heat has subsided, and after a yellow rain, the dust has been swept away. The cold wind cleared the courtyard when the dew first formed.

The blue sky is like water, with a crescent moon hanging in the far sky. Maybe the Weaver Girl left her husband with a sigh for a long time, and flew across the Milky Way in a fast wind wheel for an appointment.

When you look around, the clouds are drifting across the Milky Way in the high night sky. The bright milky way hangs high.

a quiet night sky. You know, this situation can't be bought for any money.

The girls in the boudoir are looking at the moon in the moonlight, threading the needle and asking the Weaver girl for tricks. Raise the powder, and the clouds droop.

Guess who is exchanging tokens and whispering in the shadow of the cloister. May heaven and earth be happy every year and today.

3. Song Dynasty: In Zhou Bangyan, the shade is heavy, the grass on the shore is withered by frost, and the fog is hidden in the city. Nanmo fat car is ready to go, and the east gate account is drinking.

I'm brushing my face, and I'm hanging down on the Yang. Cover up red tears, jade hands fold.

why miss hanpu and leave hong? When the time passes, the sound is lost. I am eager to see the earth far away and the sky wide.

it's cold and clear to the dew, and there's no one to go, so I feel cold and miss my throat. Everything is unforgettable, but it is light.

the jade statue has not been exhausted, so it is necessary to break the clouds and keep the moon in the West Building. Ribbon light eliminates wrinkles and folds, and the old fragrance breaks down.

complaining songs and Joan's pots are exhausted. I hate that spring is gone, and I don't meet people. It makes the night and the empty space full of pear blossoms and snow.

The sky is gloomy, and the grass on the bank has been withered by severe frost. The morning mist filled the city wall and disappeared.

The greased cars on South Street are waiting to leave, and the farewell banquet outside the East Gate has stopped. The weeping willows stroke the face, and the tender branches seem to be able to be picked and braided.

The beauty covered her face with her hand, wiped away the tears of parting, and reached out her jade hand to break the willow branches. Think of the swan goose by the Hanshui River. Where have you been? After such a long time away, I haven't heard from you. Did you ever know that someone was holding you? Passionate and thoughtful.

when I looked up, I saw that the land was far away and the sky was wide, but there was no trace of her. In this cold and neglected place, I can only hear the dripping of the pot on a cold night, and the sadness and sobs are even more disturbing.

It's a pity that everything in the world is hard to forget, but parting is the most difficult thing. I think at that time, I regret breaking up and saying goodbye easily. The wine in the jade cup is not dry, and it will be refilled when we meet again.

I hope that thin cloud will keep the waning moon on the corner of the West Building, and let me raise my glass to the moon and miss it far away. The silk ribbon she gave me has been rubbed for a long time, and it is dull. The pattern embroidery has been folded for a long time, and the wrinkles are difficult to spread.

The jade chain with interlocking double rings has also been broken and untied, and the extraordinary fragrance of Fangxin has dissipated for a while. Constantly complaining about singing sad songs, knocking on the pot and beating, the jade pot has been knocked to pieces.

What is hateful is that the spring passed away in a hurry, and people did not discuss and meet in advance, leaving pear blossoms everywhere, decorating the night as bright as snow. 4, "Water Fairy Xun Mei" Yuan Dynasty: Qiao Ji's villages before and after winter, two frosts in the north and south of the stream, and the trees are on the lonely mountain.

where does the cold wind smell? Suddenly meet each other. The wine wakes up cold and dreams, the flute is sad in spring and heartbroken, and the moon is dim.

I traveled all over several villages before and after the winter, and traveled all over the southwest and north of the stream. My feet were covered with frost, and I climbed the lonely mountain. I searched up and down among the plum trees, but I didn't see any traces of plum blossoms. Xun Mei met her, stood on the hill in dismay, and suddenly a cold wind blew, bringing a faint fragrance from nowhere. When I suddenly looked back, she was behind me, so plain and elegant, and stood tall. I suddenly met the plum blossom fairy, surprised at her beauty and refined, and indulged in her absolute beauty.

However, the cold spring woke me up from a drunken dream, and when I heard the plaintive flute, I thought that spring would be over, and plum blossoms would wither one by one. At this time, the faint moonlight hung over the dusk. 5, "Spring always in my heart does not carve the willow in front of the saddle" Yuan Dynasty: Georgie does not carve the willow in front of the saddle, and the jade looks lonely and ashamed, and the cold wind blows the rain after dusk.

the curtain controls the hook, covering the pearl tower, and the wind and rain replace the flowers. Translation: the willow in front of the door is old, it is difficult to carve the saddle, and the horses and chariots are left out; The face is haggard, and shame is right with flowers.

after the stormy dusk, it's even more bleak; Although the people in the building are there, they are already a thing of the past, and no one will appreciate them again. The night is longer and the sorrow is longer.

3. Sentences about cold wind

2. Look, the cold wind blowing in the pedestrian street in da li blew up the leaves on the ground, and the windows of all the houses were tightly closed. It seems that people don't meet this "majestic" cold wind. There is no one in the street, only the cold wind is wandering in the street. I thought, "This damn weather is really cold!"

3. In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool blanket, covers this vast wasteland and shines with cold silver light.

4. After the severe winter, we all thought that the cold was over. Who would have thought that spring would be particularly cold, even colder than winter? The wind blew, and the cold directly invaded the bones, and then slowly spread in the body. It seemed that the whole person immediately became ice, and the cold invaded the heart and spleen. Oh, my God, the blood also solidified.

5. Look, the winter is dry and cold, but the wind and snow are irregular. I don't know where to wander off in the snow. In this weather, people still call cold cotton-padded clothes, cotton trousers, down jackets, hats and scarves, and wrap them in electric blankets at night. Hot water bottles are not cold and don't let the cold get close.

6. It's too cold this day. Even the small flowers and grass on the roadside have tightened their bodies. The cold north wind is blowing and howling like a roaring lion. The wind hurts me mercilessly like a knife. The wind is like a naughty child. I have clenched my clothes tightly, but the wind can still run into me. Pedestrians in the street shrank their necks and walked backwards, and children playing by the roadside also ran home. There were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and I hurried home.

4. Poems about the winter wind

The north wind breaks the South Pole, and Zhu Feng is on the wane. (Tang Du Fu's "North Wind")

There is a rustling north wind outside the city, and the athletes in the city blow off their ears. (Ming Liu Ji's Popular in the North)

The north wind hunts and blows people down, and thousands of flowers and flowers are withered. (Anonymous, "Themed Plum")

When the cold comes in winter, the north wind will be miserable. (Han Anonymous's Nineteen Ancient Poems)

The north wind rolled the ground and tore down the white grass, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, as if the pear trees blooming. (Don Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home)

In October in Meng Dong, the north wind lingered, the weather was clear, and it was raining with frost. (Wei Cao Cao's "Step out of the Summer Gate for Winter in October")

The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and the cloth does not cover the body. (Tang Bai Juyi's "Village Living in Bitter Cold")

Jiangcheng Mountain Temple In November, the north wind blew Sha Xue one after another. (Tang Bai Juyi's "Drunk and Wild Words Reward Xiao and Yin")

I remember yesterday's twelfth lunar month, when the north wind snowed three feet. (Don Bai Juyi's "Don't Feel the Tent Furnace")

Cold wind blows my bones and severe frost cuts my muscles. (Don't Poem by Han Anonymous)

Traveling ten miles north, the cold wind blows your ears. (Tang Bai Juyi's "He Xue sends a message to Chen Shanren in the early morning")

The fierce cold wind started and flew miserably to Yunfu. The frost is thick and wide, and the ice is thick and clear. (Don Li Shimin's Winter Hunting)

Snow brings a cold wind, and the cold wind enters the shade. The cloudy side is condensed, and the cold wind is broken again. (Tang Zhang said, "Fenghe Shengzhi Warm Soup Responds to Snow")

The snow is loose and sunny, and the winter and the moon are boundless. The cold wind blows the long forest, but the day is gone. (Tang Xue, according to "Leaving the Green Gate and Going to the South Mountain to Leave a Job")

The cold wind blows the corner, and the snow makes the clothes. (Tang Zhang Nanshi's "Send Sikong to the Fourteenth North to Tour Song Zhou")

Cold clouds cover my towel, and the cold wind cracks me. (Yuan Wang Mian's Jizhou Road Middle)

Under the fine snow and sand, the cold wind and drums beat. (Southern and Northern Dynasties, Yu Xin's Poem of Offering Answer and Giving Wine)

Four Qi metabolism, suspended scenery and transported the week. Don't pitch, take off if Sanqiu. Yesterday, when I first moved, Zhu Hua did not stay. Today, I am spinning, and the snow is flying. (Wei Cao Zhi's Poem on the North Wind)

The north wind buckled the trees, and the frost withered the grass. (Tang Xue Guangyao's "Songs of Harmony and Winter Songs at Midnight")

The snow is cold and the fingers are broken, and the wind is strong and the ice is cracked. (Tang Meng Jiao's "Songs of Miscellaneous Songs and Feathers in the Forest")

When the wind blows in Chang 'an, the poor lanes are covered with double doors. (Tang Li Jing's Chang 'an Works Except Night)

It's even colder to drink horses in the Great Wall Cave when the snow blows through the knife. (Don Lu Rubi's "Four Seasons Complaining with Li Xiucai")

Last night, the north wind blew and the earth shook, and the long sword was shining. (Yuan Wang Mian's Friends)

The north wind shakes the clouds, and the snowflakes are just like Yang Hua San. (Yuan Wang Mian's The Second Rhyme in the Snow Answers Liu Tiju)

Last night, the north wind blew people down, and the plum blossom branches were very spring. (Yuan Wang Mian's Thirteen Sumeiqi)

The north wind shook Chu Shi Lu, and the frozen clouds blurred every other month. (Yuan Wang Mian's The First Plum Blossom)

The north wind blows the snow sharply, hoping that the jade flower will be ten feet deep. (Song Luyou's Dream of Garrison on the Night of September 16th, Sending Ambassadors to Surrender Zhucheng ")

The remnant snow is still knotted at dusk, and the north wind is sunny and colder. (Song Luyou's "Feelings on the Road after the Snow")

The north wind blows the snow to fly to Wan Li, and the window is ringing at night.