It's another cold winter day, and heavy snow is blowing in the sky. After the heavy snow, the towering mountain in the distance seems to be inlaid with white jade without any flaws. There are countless peaks next to each other. Alas, although there are many peaks, there is not a refreshing bird. You see, the narrow path leading to the peak winds up one after another. Alas, although there are many paths, there is not a comforting figure. Everywhere is full of desolation.
on the river bank at the foot of the mountain, there are a few yellow reeds scattered in the north wind. There is a lonely boat moored on the river. On the boat, there is an old man who is wearing a hat and a hat. His long white beard is dancing in the wind, and his dry hands are holding a fishing rod. His eyes are full of desolation and perseverance. On such a cold night, on this snow-covered river, how much will he gain? 2. The expansion of Jiang Xue written by Liu Zongyuan
The peaks are covered with heavy snow, and there is a silvery white world between heaven and earth. There is no bird in the air, and all the paths are covered with snow, and there are no people's footprints.
The whole land is covered with white snow. An old fisherman in hemp fiber and hat is fishing alone on the Hanjiang River in a solitary boat. Look, what a vivid picture of solo fishing in the cold river! Stepping out of the house, I saw that the earth was wrapped in white and jade. Looking around, the mountains were rolling and covered with a thick cotton quilt. The sun rose lazily, emitting soft light, and looking at the bright silver light reflected by the direct sunlight on the crystal white snow, I always felt something was missing. Looking up, I saw the light blue sky in Wan Li without clouds, and suddenly a flash of light flashed from my mind. Isn't it just birds singing? Looking around the vast expanse of whiteness, I haven't seen a bird's shadow for a long time. I can't help sighing that I stepped into the snow and walked forward against the cold wind. I saw all the forks in the road but no one's footprints. It turned out that I was lost at the end of the snow just now. 3. Jiang Xue expanded 3 words and 3 sections
Looking through the white snow curtain, oh! What a snowy world! Thousands of trees seem to have blossomed all over the pear blossom.
Among the layers of leaves, snowflakes are dotted with flowers, some are graceful and blooming, and some are bashfully beating their bones, dancing with the trembling branches, which is so charming. The little leaves that have lost their lives have been decorated with snowflakes to regain their charm.
Chimonanthus praecox and Pinus ponderosa are friends, and the faint aroma is intoxicating. The houses were covered with white frost, the willow branches turned into silver bars, and the city walls were like a long snake with a white back, facing into the distant gray curtain haze.
it's really beautiful! Snow, floating, look! Pieces of white snow, dancing with the wind, swaying, like goose feathers, like catkins. Snow, how beautiful! Glittering and translucent, graceful, like a little star landing on earth, but also like a six-petal plum blossom falling in a whirl.
Snow is as soft as clouds and as white as jade. Crystal clear snowflakes are flying in the sky, the streets are covered with snow, and the houses are covered with snow.
the whole earth has become a silvery white world. When the land in the north is frozen, the hometown is wrapped in silver.
The Shili causeway, with silver willows hanging low, looks like an ivory sculpture. Beautiful as a painting, like a poem, intoxicating.
Many literati praised him with pens, and even a little me wanted to praise her. Whenever snowflakes fly, I always like to run outside to the silvery white world.
Look up at the sky and let snowflakes fall on my cheeks. I danced with snowflakes and enjoyed the happiness brought by nature.
he leaned against the door frame of the living room as if he had been knocked unconscious by someone with a hammer. That day, it was crazy hot.
As soon as the sun came out, the ground was already on fire, and some gray gas, like clouds and Feiyun, like fog and non-fog, floated low in the air, making people feel breathless. Snowflakes are fluttering, and the whole Suifenhe River has become a white world.
In front of the school, cars are like white loaves, and the trees with all the leaves gone are covered with white snowflakes. When the wind blows, the snowflakes fall angrily like peach petals in the spring breeze. At this time, our classmates are playing with snow on the Little Square in front of the school. Some have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some are moving snow.
It's time for class when we are having fun ... It's snowing heavily. At first, it's snow grains, which are crystal clear, just like white sugar. After a while, it snowed even harder, just like the golden branches, jade leaves and silver flowers spilled by the goddess, so crystal clear and beautiful.
look, how beautiful the plum blossoms are. She brought fragrance to people in the cold winter and stood proudly in the snow.
there is also a cedar. Sentences describing the heavy snow _ Words describing the heavy snow _ Phrases describing Chun Xue, good words, good sentences, good paragraphs-one sentence-famous sayings, aphorisms, idioms-sad sentences-beautiful poems-beautiful sentences.
he is so tall and straight, so stout. Cher is like covering him with a thin duck down quilt, with green in the white, which is simply beautiful beyond description.
that wintersweet, her flowers are really fragrant. Yellow flowers are dotted with winter.
those empty branches are covered with strips of soft and firm snow, and some thin round and short ice armor. That ice armor is like a bud in bud. 4. Expand Jiang Xue (modern)
Bird Flying in Qian Shan, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
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The mountains are covered with heavy snow, and there is a silvery white world between heaven and earth. There are no birds in sight, and there are many paths around. The whole earth is covered with white snow, and an old fisherman wearing hemp fiber and hat is fishing alone on the Hanjiang River in a solitary boat. Look, what a vivid picture of solo fishing in the cold river!
When I stepped out of the house, I saw the earth wrapped in silver and jade. Looking around, the mountains were rolling and covered with a thick cotton quilt. The sun rose lazily, emitting soft light, and looking at the bright silver light reflected from the direct sunlight on the crystal white snow, I always felt something was missing. When I looked up, I saw the blue sky in Wan Li without clouds, and suddenly a flash of light flashed from my mind. Looking around the vast expanse of whiteness, I haven't seen a bird's shadow for a long time. I can't help sighing that I stepped into the snow and walked forward against the cold wind. I saw all the forks in the road but no one's footprints. It turned out that I was lost at the end of the snow just now. . . 5. Rewrite the ancient poem "Jiang Xue" into a short essay
A heavy snow covered the whole Yongzhou, and Yongzhou was covered with silver and heavy snow.
There is heavy snow with goose feathers everywhere in the sky, which makes people feel biting cold. There is silence everywhere, there is not a bird flying on the mountain, and the streets criss-crossing are deserted.
People keep warm around the house to keep out the cold outside. The cold wind whistled, and the snow seemed to be falling harder. Only the poet came to the river alone.
Suddenly, the poet saw a small black spot on the river, which looked vaguely and faintly. When he got closer, it turned out to be an old fisherman sitting on a small boat fishing. I saw the old fisherman wearing a hemp fiber and a hat, and the cold wind whistled at him, but he was not afraid of the cold and braved the wind and snow, still sitting in his boat fishing, and caught a fish and let it go.
The poet was deeply moved when he saw this scene in front of him, and saw the fisherman fighting against the wind and snow and fishing alone. He thought, "Isn't it the same with himself? Yongzhen's innovation failed, and I was demoted to Yongzhou Sima. I should be as fearless of the cold as this old fisherman, withstand the political snowstorm, and never go along with those in power! " . 6. Rewrite "Jiang Xue" into a short essay
I'm glad to answer for you: I've been writing for a long time, is this ok? There are many snowflakes rewriting Jiang Xue, and the earth is covered with a silvery white coat, which is somewhat solemn and somewhat chilling.
The rolling distant mountains are like a group of trekking camels, and the flat and wide Yuan Ye is like a vast and quiet white ocean. The mountain bird has returned to the south, and everything is silent, which is quite scary.
Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and Gu Song, tall and straight, slightly shakes his heavy body, making a rustling sound, revealing sporadic green, which seems to challenge the heavy snow all over the sky. There is no way back in the mountains, and the world is covered in a world of powder.
Open your eyes stung by the snow, and you can vaguely distinguish a series of footprints that are about to be covered by flying snow leading to the river. There is a lonely boat moored by the river, and an old man dressed in hemp fiber and hat is fishing at the bow.
he sat still at the bow of the boat, like a statue, revealing something deep. Blending into the background of endless mountains and rolling rivers, it constitutes a natural picture, which can not help but make people admire its outstanding charm. 7. Rewrite how to write in Jiang Xue
In the middle of winter, the north wind whistled, and snowflakes fell from the sky, covering the earth and becoming a white world.
The trees are covered with glistening snow, and sharp icicles are hung on the branches; The water in the river turned into thin ice, and the fish hid at the bottom. A vibrant world suddenly became silent.
In the rolling hills, the chirping birds in the past have disappeared. Some of them have gone to the far south for the winter, while others have been hiding in warm nests to enjoy a happy life. Poor Hanhao birds have been frozen to death under the trees in twos and threes, and there is no sign of any birds anywhere. The mountain roads are white, and there are no footprints left by people walking.
Ah, it's so cold. People are hiding at home, sitting around the fire, warming themselves, and there are no people around. On the cold river, the raging north wind is rampant, and snowflakes are flying west and east, looking for their own world.
On the river, however, there is an old man wearing hemp fiber and a hat, sitting alone in a lonely boat. He smashed the ice on the river, took out the fishing rod, hung the bait with his frozen hands and threw it into the water.
He sat quietly with his arms in his hands, waiting for the fish to take the bait. In this cold environment, the old fisherman was not afraid of freezing and snowing, forgot everything, concentrated on fishing, and was lonely, showing a kind of lofty aloof and inviolable.