In the winter when the prosperity has faded, with a simple heart, I look forward to an encounter with snowflakes.
In winter, I always look forward to a snow fall, like a romantic flower blooming, which amazes the time and softens the years.
Snow is the special love of winter, the best gift for winter, and the warmest whisper in winter.
May we live up to every season and not spend every spring and autumn in waste. I wish I could turn into a piece of snow and live up to this life and the winter!
《After Snow in the Mountains》
清· Zheng Xie
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.
The plum blossom jelly is not dripping from the eaves, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
When the frost and snow dye the yellow leaves, when the jacarandas begin to become blurry, when the reed flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields, and when the snowflakes fall throughout the winter, why don't we get up early to embrace this clean winter.
The sun is lingering, the breeze is blowing, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and we simply like it. With a smile and peace, we fold a plum blossom, put it in a bottle of winter color, and collect this warm color of winter.
The weather is cool and cool, so don’t forget to make your world sunny; no matter how the seasons change, let the birds and flowers bloom in your heart.
"Qingpingle·Every year in the snow"
Song· Li Qingzhao
In the snow every year, he often puts plum blossoms to get drunk.
Move all the plum blossoms without any good intentions, and win the clothes full of tears.
This year, everywhere in the world, Xiao Xiao’s temples are blooming.
Judging from the late wind, the plum blossoms should be beautiful.
The ancients said, "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." In winter, plum blossoms are everywhere, and they are a large area of fragrance, which is unique and pure.
Pick a plum blossom, hold a handful of romance, carry a wisp of secret fragrance, let the happy flowers bloom on the plum branches, and leave every affectionate impression in your life to winter.
In winter, make a promise to yourself. I won’t date the wind, I won’t date you, I will date only a journey of time. Walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, counting the plum blossoms, enchanting in the red dust of the purple road.
" Ask Liu Nineteen "
Tang·Bai Juyi
Green Ant New Fermented Wine, Red Clay Small Stove .
It’s snowing tonight, can you have a drink?
A philosopher once said that life is a kaleidoscope, colorful. I just watch it and think about it quietly.
Slow down in winter, listen to an old song with your heart, warm a pot of old wine, visit an old friend, talk about an interesting thing, and play a good game of chess.
Hold a ray of warm winter sun, burn a furnace to keep warm, brew words into wine, drink snow into poems, the time is light, and the smile remains.
《夜雪》
Tang· Bai Juyi
was surprised that the quilt pillow was cold and the window was bright again.
Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of folding bamboo.
John Lennon said, "All the time you are happy to waste cannot be counted as wasted."
If you are tired, stop and listen to the sound of snow. On days when the snow is not full but light snow falls, listen to the sound of fallen leaves, broken bamboo branches, and snow covering roof ridges.
In the quiet winter night, listen to the sound of falling snow with you, quietly daydream, weave the wings of winter dreams, and feel the coldness of the snow.
"Shouyang Song·Twilight Snow in the River Sky"
yuan· Ma Zhiyuan
It is getting late, the snow is dancing wildly,
Half plum blossoms and half floating catkins.
The fisherman came to the painting place at night on the river, and
the fisherman returned home in one step.
No matter how many twists and turns one goes through in life, one must maintain a love for life and expectations for the future.
Time should never be wasted. In this peaceful winter, do what you like, put on a piece of music, read a good book, stop the rush, and give your soul a vacation.
On the plain paper in winter, twist a ray of warmth from the sun, walk with the soul, embrace the brightness, and warm to the warmth.
" Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital "
Tang· Cen Shen
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and it snows in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
scattered into the bead curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective iron clothes are cold and cold.
The vast sea is bounded by hundreds of feet of ice, and gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army bought wine and drinks for returning guests, Huqin Pipa and Qiang flute.
The snow has fallen on the camp gate one after another, and the red flag is still frozen in the wind.
I will see you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you leave, the Tianshan Road is covered with snow.
I can't see you on the mountain winding road, leaving a horse trail in the sky above the snow.
Thinking of a piece of snow, pure and crystal clear, cleansing the dust of the soul; thinking of a person, souls looking at each other, relying on each other to warm each other; thinking of a past, warm years.
We must always believe that on the road of life, all dissatisfaction is just decoration, and all the good things, even if they are twists and turns, will eventually arrive.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons go by, all the reluctance and parting, in this snowy deep winter, will eventually turn into a tree of flowers on the pear branches, I wish you peace and accompany you to the end of the world.
《江雪》
Tang· Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and every trace of human beings has disappeared.
I am alone in my boat and I am fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
When the wind blows and the snow has drifted, I have to admit that the cold wind, withered flowers, and silence have become a common thing in my heart, and my eyebrows are filled with sadness.
The desolation of winter reveals a touch of bitterness. In the quiet winter, it’s like I’m the only one in the world, fishing alone by the river.
What I miss is not the warm spring days. Just that sentence: Winter should be very good, because you are still there, just like a small boat in my heart, fishing for small fish.
It is better to slow down the days. A room with a heater, several bright windows, and only jasmine flowers. Waiting for you to come back and make tea and drink. Look at each other without saying a word, just listen to the wind and the rain...
As the season gets deeper, I hope someone will miss you and be warm, understand your joys and sorrows, and also have love to share your day and night, and accompany you through the years.
Don't be afraid of the coldness and temporary darkness in front of you. There is no eternal night in the world, and there is no eternal winter in the world.
After the cold weather at the end of the year, the mountains and rivers are getting warmer, through the heavy snow, the garden is full of spring again...
Source: New Reading of Ancient Poems
Shaanxi Net Weinan Station Editor: Hao Dou
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