First, willows bear silver flowers, and pines and cypresses blossom silver chrysanthemums. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
In the snowy willows of the Han River, the sun is shining, and Yushu is full of flowers in Man Chun. After all, everything on earth is difficult.
The cold river is foggy and freezing, and the trees are full of flowers and clouds. Last night, I released thousands of rays. Who cut a sunny piece of snow?
The ice feathers are crystal clear, the clothes are graceful, and I want to dance cold. Who do you want to make an appointment with?
Second, it's foggy. I'm glad I'm Joan.
Yingying is in the jade world and walks in the heavenly palace.
The wind blows clouds and waves, and the wax rainbow is steamed every day.
Looking back at the trees in the distance, the scenery is lush.
Fog, sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white.
The shadow on the lake is only the trace of the long dike and a small pavilion in the middle of the lake.
One mustard for Yu Zhou, and two or three for the people on the boat.
There is also chairman Mao's hymn to rime: the tree hangs snow, the cold river hangs snow, the willow trees are bright and the Yushu trees are full of flowers. After all, everything in the world is hard, cold and foggy, with clouds of flowers and trees. Last night, I released thousands of rays. Who cut a sunny piece of snow? The ice feathers are crystal clear, the clothes are graceful, and I want to dance cold. Who do you want to make an appointment with? The fragrance disappeared on the sofa, which was very warm. The moon is full of thousands of doors and the fog is cold. The cold river is foggy, and the trees are full of flowers. Last night, thousands of lights flew around. Who cut the fine snow? The ice feathers are crystal clear, the clothes are graceful, and I want to dance cold. Who do you want to make an appointment with? Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. The shadow of the lake, only a trace of a long beach, a little outline of the lake, and my boat, two or three boat people on board. Looking at the misty mountains, I am glad that I am Joan. ....
The history of rime China is the first country to record rime in the world. For thousands of years, the ancients in China gave rime many names and praised it. As early as the Spring and Autumn Period (770 BC? Before 476), written in the spring and autumn annals. Tree crops? Records, some of which are called. Suksuke? , now called. Rime? .
Song Ceng Gong's poem "Winter Night is Matter" contains: A couch is fragrant and warm, and a thousand doors are foggy and cold. It is said that from now on, it is more expensive to return candle rolls in the harvest year. ? :? Qi is very cold, and the night air is like fog, which condenses on the wood. At first glance, it is snow, and the sunrise floats all over the stadium, which is particularly lovely. Qi people call it rime. Rumor:? The fog is heavy, and the poor set a rice jar. ? Thought it was a sign of a bumper harvest. ? Song people say? Rime? And then what? Think this is a sign of a bumper harvest? . Its concept probably comes from the ancient name rime? Tree crops? .
In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Zhang Dai, a writer, wrote in his famous work "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow":? Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. ?