Poems and ancient poems describing the West Lake in winter

1, "Boating on the West Lake from Winter to the Future" Tang Dynasty poet Li Ying

Original text:

The cliff collapsed and the reed beach was scattered vertically and horizontally, and the blue boat fragments followed.

Once I saw the Yellow River, Dapeng flew up and blew on the destroyer Xuefeng.

The reeds are scattered on the edge of the cliff, and the bamboo poles supporting the boat sway with the boat. I have been to the Yellow River to watch water hammer surfing, and snowflakes fly like Dapeng.

2, "Chun Xue" Tang Dynasty poet Han Yu

Original text:

The new year has come, but there are still no fragrant flowers. In February, I was surprised to find that the grass has sprouted new buds.

Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.

The new year has come, but there are no fragrant flowers. Until February, we were surprised to find that some grass sprouted. Snow also thinks that spring is too late, so it deliberately turns into a flower and flies around among the trees in the yard.

3. Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Traveling to the West Lake is of great use to Yue"

Original text:

The lake is warm, the ice is open, spring is here, the sun is shining and the snow is white, so it's time to entertain people.

Yesterday's trip was not wonderful, but the road was frozen and my eyes were new.

The lake is warm, the ice has melted, and the mountain is sunny, but there is still snow, which seems to be teasing people. I felt very novel when I visited yesterday, but the road was frozen and my eyes were new.

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Yuan Dynasty poet Yang's Narcissus Exploring West Lake Plum

Original text:

On a sunny snowy day, I went to the West Lake to visit the elderly and rode a donkey on the bridge of Xuexiqiao Road.

Laughing at Wang Wei's painting, picking plum blossoms and carrying pots in many places.

Laughing at wine without money to sell swords, drunk in the West Lake!

When it first snows, heaven and earth are like huge curling, bright and crystal clear. Going to the West Lake to see Mei, riding through the snow on the small bridge and laughing at Wang Wei's "riding a donkey in the snow" are far from this realm. Pick some good plum scenery and carry a pot to drink. Looking at the wine in the pot, looking at the smiling face reflection of flowers and plants in front of you, and having no money to drink, you can naturally exchange wine as a knife and get drunk in this West Lake!

5. "Farewell to the West Lake" Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen

Original text:

Snow deceives spring and destroys fragrant calyx early, while falcon stirs autumn and blows green.

Colorful hair has no place to live, and sighing at the bridge is a kind of sadness.

Spring blossoms, but it snows again, and the eagle caresses the cold branches in the cold autumn. What about the feathered flowers and birds? Just like you and me, I regret not standing by the bridge.