Si Nuo's solar terms poems

There has never been such snow in Jiangnan, and it will only get worse this year.

Skillfully putting on the curtains is like finding each other and pressing heavily on the top of the forest.

Felt Bardiulu forgot to sleep at night, and the golden rooster was afraid of dawn at once.

In this life, I laughed until I became famous, dreaming that the Yellow River was completely frozen.

Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Li Bai, popular in the north.

Bai Juyi in A Snowy Night

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

A Song of Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Ng Wui

Chun Xue Han Yu

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.

Luo Yin's Snow

Try your best to live a good year. What will happen to a good year?

There are poor people in Chang 'an, but it is not advisable to be rich.

Look at the Xuefeng of Zuyong in Zhongnan.

Looking south, the northern mountain is beautiful and snowy, like a cloud.

After the snow in Chu Qing, the afterglow of the sun shone from the forest. It was late, and Chang 'an was even more chilly.

High-level articles of Snow

Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white.

Now look up to the sky and cover up the evil ways in the world.

Zhang Zi's Snow Poems

It is difficult to find birds in Chang 'an on snowy days.

Among them, Hao Gui's home is surrounded by mashed peppers.

Ruo red stoves are everywhere, and Miro comes back every week.

Warm your hands and adjust the gold thread, dip your nails and pour nectar.

Drunk singing jade dust flies, sleepy fragrant juice drops.

I'm afraid that people who are hungry and cold will have chapped hands and feet.

Li Lei (founder of the new poetry voice and president of the new poetry voice society of China)

The cloud is like an umbrella cover, and the Great Sage wants to return.

Qionglou looks forward to the Crystal Palace.

I still smell the fragrance of flat peaches, but I don't want to enter Yaotai.

Is it the Jade Emperor Banquet? It's true feelings.

Shake mountains and rivers and make old dust.

A new world, how free!