What is the poem about the winter countryside?

1. What are winter poems in rural areas like? It can simulate the air difference of salt spraying. If catkins weren't for the wind. -Xie An's Snow Poems

2. The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. -"Qinyuan Spring Snow"

3, don't come to the spring and a half, it is heartbreaking. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. -Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le"

4, heavy snow is loose, loose and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting. -Chen/Yi's "Pine Tree"

5. The ground is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as palms. Laugh to death Tao Yuanming, because you don't drink that wine. -Li Bai's "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink"

6, the imperial city is cold and cold, Luo Wuchun. Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking. -Yuan Zhen Qin Xue

7. The wind blows the horn bow, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -Wang Wei's Hunting

The cold fire of the old battlefield is now gray on the old fortress, flying wildly and gloomily in white. After this clever, deep tune, everything around it wavered and withered. -Li Jie's "Listening to Hu Jia's Message from Dongda University"

9. An arrow is better known in the cold, Kagami Akira. Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains. -Wang Wei's Winter Night Memories of Hu Jushi's Home

10, cool color Gucun curtain, Hengtaiwen. The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless. -Hong Sheng's "Snow Looking"

1 1. Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand was like snow, and the moon outside the city was like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. -Li Yi's "Listening to the flute at night on the wall of the township"

12, two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to eastbound ships-Du Fu's quatrains

13, six flying flowers came into the room and sat watching the bamboo turn into lovely branches. Now look up to the sky and cover up the evil ways in the world. -Gao Pian's "On Snow"

14, we watched him go east through the tower gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianfeng Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

15, east and west of Luoyang city, long and temporary. Snow used to be like flowers, but now it is like snow. -Fan Yun "The other two poems, the first part"

16, Xue Mei refused to surrender for Chun, and Poet Pavilion wrote a review fee. The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's Notice

17, the wind was sad at the end of the year, and it snowed. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye. -Tao Yuanming's "Written in mid-December at the age of Guimao, Respect My Brother"

18, the other seven horses are also unique, as if they were cold and empty. Horseshoe splits the snowdrift under the big tree. There are a group of officers here and a group of servants there. -Du Fu's "The satirist's view, General Cao draws a horse picture"

19, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, on a white day, the north wind blew geese and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? -Gao Shi "Don't be the only one"

20. There are some plums in the corner. Ling cold opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom

2 1, the setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. -Liu Changqing's "Furong Mountain in the Snow"

22, the mountain dance silver snake, the original wax elephant, wants to compare with the weather. Snow – to the tune of Chin Yuan Chun

23. In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers. Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first. -Bai Juyi's Early Winter

24, the winter solstice day is getting shorter and shorter, and the end of the world is frosty and snowy. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains. -Du Fu's Pavilion Night

25, the weather and personnel are urging each other, and the solstice of winter is coming again. Embroider five elements with weak lines and blow six tubes of floating ash. -Du Fu's Xiao Zhi

26. I'm getting farther and farther away from Sanba Road. I've come three thousand miles, anxious and alert. On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here. -Cui Tu's Beyond the Night

27, did not wash and dye the dust tassel, returned to the grassland. A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny. -Li Bai's Winter Returning to Laoshan

28. The mountains in the west and the three fortified towns are covered with snow, and the water in the lake in the south shines on a long bridge. After years of war in China, several brothers have been unable to hear from each other; It's a long way from each other, and I'm the only one, right? -Du Fu's Wild Hope

29. There are no flowers in the New Year, and the grass shoots in early February. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying. -Han Yu's Chun Xue.

30. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off Xuanyuantai. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh. -Li Bai's Popular North

2. The ancient poem "Winter Pastoral Music" is about the pastoral scenery in winter.

Fan Song Chengda

Let the boat idle to watch the snow-capped mountains clear, and the wind will freeze to the bone and freeze late.

Sitting and listening to a drop of pearl jade, I don't know that the lake has become ice.

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The clouds are frozen before the snow, and the plum blossoms will not bloom.

Running water, small bridges, mountain temples, bamboo fences, thatched cottages.

Winter has begun.

Wang Ming Deng Zhi

Autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and yellow leaves pass by.

A small Zen lamp for half a month, today is colder than last night.

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Tang Censhen

The north wind rolled up the white grass and scattered them, and the snow in August crossed the Tatar sky.

Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

It enters the pearl shutters, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, and a cotton pad is thin.

The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.

The unfathomable ice in the sand sea, gloomy clouds and Wan Li condensation.

But let's drink to the guest who came home from the camp and play the savage pipa, guitar and harp for him.

Until dusk, when the snow collapsed our tent, our frozen red flag could not fly in the wind.

We watched him walk eastward through the wheel tower door and enter the snowdrift on Tianding Road.

Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.

In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the hard land below, hard and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid that the original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like the frozen face of children in winter. In winter, the sound in the field is even stronger, which makes people who walk alone feel scared. The trunk has no ground, but it is swaying with the wind, like crying and dancing wildly.

In winter in the countryside, there is a thin layer of frost on the field, and hard land can be seen below, which is hard and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid. The original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like a child's frozen face in winter.

The countryside is very quiet in winter. The river is frozen, the mountain has become a long dragon, and the farmers are not busy, preparing to sow next spring. Children are making snowmen, having snowball fights and skating on the ice, and the countryside has become a white picture. ()

The scenery in the winter morning in the country is after the snow in the mountains.

Dynasty: Qing dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Original text:

Opening the door in the morning is full of snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Return to Laoshan in winter

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Bai

Original text:

Without washing and dyeing the dust tassels, I returned to Fang lawn. A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny.

Cold leaves are exhausted first, but Leng Yun is not exhausted. Tender feelings invade the house, and old trees fall across the river.

White dogs bark in the village and moss grows on the walls. If you walk alone in the kitchen, the old ape will sing in the next room.

Birds nest in the forest, but hedges make way for wild animals. Blowing out of bed, the squirrel left, and the fish was surprised.

Wash the inkstone, repair the good strategy, and knock loose the quasi-virginity. I will go again at this time, to Sanqing.

5. Poetry about the countryside 1 Children in the countryside: "March in the countryside is far from memory" has to admit that the countryside in March is really far from memory, even if the incense is still nestled in the ocean of rape flowers. Play with snails, catch bees and chase Huang Die.

Playing with the newly awakened earth, or stringing peach petals and hanging spring around the neck is no longer the childhood of rural children. Now, they are more willing to give themselves to the TV and shut out spring with their mothers who are closer to mahjong than mud. 2. Rural Youth: "He is not welcome in spring" He once sang spring in children's voices and tilted his vision to the balance of rural campuses. The spring breeze without melting rain and the hard gardener who greeted him are barren rural fields. He can't grow into a big tree and run to the city all his life. He scattered like dust on the assembly line of the factory and returned to beginning of spring with the tide of migrant workers in Spring Festival travel rush. He is not as popular as firecrackers in spring. The purse was empty for several years in a row, which was enough to blow him to pieces. 65,438+08 years old, barely patching up the future. It's too far. His thin youth is really not as green as the new grass behind the house. 3. Rural women: "The sun shines obliquely on the south window", which is suitable for picking cotton in the afternoon. Brother's sweat evaporated on the scaffolding in the city. Sister-in-law and sister-in-law are sitting at home in the sun. Speaking of the trouble that the sun can't shine, the urea saved in Big Brother's teeth is not worth the two storms in summer. Those fallen cotton buds, those who can't wait to be white, yellow and purple, are all dead. All my sister-in-law's expectations are complaining that more than ten acres of land are too light to pry her son's college expenses. Why don't we leave the hoe together next year, stay away from the dirt and go to Guangdong and go to the garment factory? 3. Country old man: ◎ Mother-in-law in the cotton field, you said that three feet of cotton lured you into the cotton field that year. This progress has been nearly sixty years, and you have never come out since you dyed your old moss. There are always so many reasons to stay that several baskets can't hold it. You printed them on your forehead and carved them in the corner of your eyes until your grandson told your grandmother to "don't study hard and grow cotton with me", just like you did then. You said-with threats, stand up straight and tell Miantian your last wish, "I can't walk any further, so don't ask your children for money." In the cotton field, you have become a silver-frosted cotton stalk, the biggest cotton ball. How humble the old farmer who sang in front of the abandoned theater was. These old sparrows in the countryside can't compete with the climate all their lives, and they are looking for food all their lives. Now, they begin to re-examine the theater with wings as old as theirs, and lock themselves in a sad grave with rust. Then a three-step green tree, an erhu and a pair of gongs and drums can also be placed on their stage to place a country drama flowing in blood. The old lady basking in the sun at the door of the old house is walking in the budding heart, with flowers blooming and stumbling at her feet. The old is not just a memory. Now, you like sunshine more and more. You don't talk about rain and snow, but sigh about the war between the house and the mop. Speaking of the liquid "pictures" on the small flower quilt, you like doors and armchairs more and more. You start to give your feet a holiday, pay more attention to the tendons in your hands, and occasionally comb the wind and frost scattered on your head according to the sunshine. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.