Classical poems describing cold weather
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.
Translation:
I'm really surprised at the cold tonight. The quilt and pillow were cold, and I saw a bright light outside the window.
It's late at night, and I know it's snowing heavily outside. I hear the sound of thick snow breaking branches from time to time.
Second, Tang Meng Haoran's "Early Cold Jiang Huai"
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Translation:
The deciduous geese fly south, and the bleak north wind makes the river extremely cold.
My home is near the winding water, far away from the vast sea of clouds in Chutian.
Tears of homesickness run out during the journey, watching the returning sail wander in the horizon.
The wind and smoke blurred where the ferry could be, and the vast river rippled in the sunset.
Third, Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
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.
Translation:
Birds fly out of sight in the mountains, and no one can be seen on all the roads.
On a lonely boat on the river, an old man wearing a bamboo hat was fishing alone on the cold river.
Fourth, Qin Xue by Tang Yuanzhen.
Only then did I see the dark clouds on the ridge and the snow on the rocks, which was shocking.
Thousands of bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Translation:
The chill of the imperial capital lasted until the Qingming period, but Luogu did not see the spring in late spring.
As soon as I saw the clouds covering the sky on the mountain, I found the snow under the rock like dust.
Five, white "Popular in the North"
Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind came up angrily.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
Don't mention the sword to save the side, leave this tiger, gold, shovel, shovel.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.
The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
Translation:
Legend has it that there lived a Candle dragon in the cold door of the north. His eyes were the sun and the moon. His eyes were open during the day and closed at night.
Even the light of the sun and the moon can't shine here! Only the north wind whistling all over the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and one piece falls on Xuanyuantai.
In this cold December, a homesick woman in Youzhou is smiling and frowning at home.
She leaned against the gate and stared at the passers-by, expecting her husband to come back from the Great Wall, which was a bitter and cold place.
When the husband left, he took the sword in his hand and left a blade, leaving only an arrow bag with a tiger skin and a gold handle at home.
There are a pair of white arrows in it, which have been hanging on the wall. It was covered with cobwebs and dust.
Now his arrow is there, but man will never come back. He has died in the border town!
How can I bear to see this old thing if people don't exist? So I burned it to ashes.
Although the Yellow River is deep, it still embraces the earth, but this hatred of where you will go, such as this long north wind, rain and snow, is overwhelming and boundless.