The poem describing cold is beautiful.

The beautiful poem describing coldness is as follows:

1. The old snow has not disappeared yet, and the new snow has embraced families again. Frozen silver bed in front of the steps, ice stalactite at the eaves. There is no glory in the Qing dynasty, and the gale is angry. Every population has its own tongue, and words cannot be spit out. -Song, Shao Yong's "Lyrics of the Great Cold".

2. The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose and broke it, only relying on a few quiet days. The wind is blowing in the north, the frost is heavy, and the clouds are pressing the snow in Nanshan. You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you must send wine to compete for luxury in a cold. The inkstone ice is old in snuff, and I still hold my robe for books. -Song, Wen Tong, "Sitting with Zhong Meng at Night".

3. Spring rain is like dark dust, and spring breeze blows people down. There are several houses in Dongpo, and who is the neighbor of the nest? An empty bed gathers defeat, but a broken stove gathers salary. Relatively speaking, I am sad to know that I am poor. I have a ladle of wine, and it's heartless to drink it alone. I failed to rub my cheek and talk about my lips. An old friend is a thousand bells, and the officials are drunk and spit. That knows me and my son, sitting and groaning. Try not to complain, I am a citizen. -Song, Su Shi's "Great Cold Step to Dongpo Give Nest III".

4. Living in the mountains is always a wax, and the clothes are thin and cold. The sound of bamboo folding urges you to listen, and the shadows of birds are broken. The servants are crazy about the households, and the cattle and sheep are lazy to go out. The most suspicious weather is that the sun turns to spring. -Ming, Zhang Sigang, "Mountain Living in the Great Cold and Snow".

5. The freezing clouds hang down to the ground and the north wind bumps, making up the rivers and lakes for snowy days. I also have a bamboo hat with me, so I'm happy to go fishing with you. -Song, Li Guang, "Even the cold in the evening shows two neighbors, one of them".

6. When the horse leaves the West Gate, it will be spit and swallowed for a long time in the light sun and cold clouds. It's easy to wake up when you're drunk, but it's easy to warm up when you hide your hands. In succession, foxes and rabbits threw themselves into the depths, and a little cattle and sheep scattered far away from the village. If you don't feel much for the mountains and rivers, the poor wanderer will disappear. -Song, Lu You's "Great Cold Out of the West Gate of Jiangling".

7. When you are decadent, you will feel cold and gray. There is no business in the wood, and it is better to know the spring. The dragon and snake have been stung deeply, and the pine and cypress are increasingly destroyed. Frost all over the sky, who wants to go together. How sad is the sound when the wild geese fly away. I want this bird, so I care about it. It's a pity that we have no wings, so we just wander around. -Ming, District Daxiang, "Writing after the Great Cold".

8. Half in Songtai City, fishing boats are fresher to buy. Self-cooked incense accumulates, and it feeds back before the cold. Stir-fry the wine with chopped green onion. Cher can persuade guests, and the song is full of beauty. -In the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, Qu Dajun wrote "Nine Poems of the Later Jiayu".

9. The lamp is dizzy. The frost forced the curtain to crack. Like a boat, the wind comes to the rudder tail, and the Leng Yun on the wild shore overlaps. Looking back at the rainbow night, I am thin and swaying, and a flute swallows. The window is ringing and the paper is broken, but it is still doubtful and the tent is dry. -Qing, Jiang Chunlin, "Desolate Offender On the night of December 17, I was studying in the cold, and I leaked three times. The house was as small as a boat, and the empty window was white. I don't know if it was the moon or the snow. Because of the memory of the wild moor in the south of the Yangtze River, when the snow pressed the back of the tent, it was like it.

1, only burning Artemisia spinosa fire, worrying about sitting at night until morning. I only know the great cold years, farmers more bitter acid. Reflect on yourself at this moment, close the cottage door tightly. Brown fur covers the quilt, and there is residual temperature when sitting and lying. Glad to be free from hunger and cold, and not to tilling by himself. Think of them I am ashamed, ask oneself is who? -Tang, Bai Juyi, "The Village is Bitter and Cold".