The colors of spring are really colorful, the sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are tender green, and the spring flowers are delicate ...... No wonder the poets love to sing about spring and painters love to depict spring, because spring is the fusion of all the world's beauty and the general meeting of all colors. I am very strange, this colorful color why will coincidentally choose spring to the earth?
Spring rain is continuous, soft, it moisturizes the earth, caressing the earth, whispering to the earth, in people do not know when they quietly converge into a small river, accumulated into a deep pool. Ah, it is the spring rain to bring green life to the pool.
Wind and rain always come together. Early spring, with a bit of cold wind, blew everything awake, the treetops green, the earth green, even the platform of the towering buildings are also green. Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty wrote a poem: "The spring breeze greens the south bank of the river again." What a nice way to put it! But what is more than "green"?
In the wind blowing, full of hills and slopes of wildflowers opened their eyes, one, two, a clump, two clumps ...... into a piece, converging into a sea. People face this blue, red, yellow ...... imposing sea of color, worry no more, atrophy no more. Thanks to the colors of spring to bring us upward strength and confidence.
Then look at the spring sky. How the sky is also colorful, dazzling? Ah, that's the children flying kites. Under the blue sky and white clouds, a thousand kites fluttered and soared with ease, what a refreshing sight! Spring belongs to the children, the sky belongs to the children, yet aren't they at the same time trying to dress up and add color to spring?
But if you bend down to take a closer look, you will find that in the pleasing colors, there are still sporadic yellowing, which is the traces left by the remnants of winter. You may sigh, "What a beauty!" Yes, looking at the several stems of broken limbs and arms, drooping grass, who will still have a good mood? However, you may want to peel off the yellow winter coat, you will have a new and strange discovery, hey! Inside is green! The original appearance of the yellow grass is also pregnant, pregnant with a more beautiful spring.
I finally understand why the colors of spring are so rich: it is the color pencils in the hands of the spring girl waving diligently; it is the childish children innocently dressed; it is the neglected grass silently nurturing. The people who enjoy the delightful colors of spring, ah, what have you contributed to the colors of spring?
I love the spring--
I love the continuous spring rain, it is her moist wake up grass, moist green poplar tree, moist open spring flowers, tell human spring is coming. Grass secretly drilled out of the ground, looking at the novelty; willow swinging drums, dancing with the wind. After the spring rain, the moist air mixed with the fragrance of the soil, with the warm spring breeze to the face. Spring rain is the plowman of life!
Love the birdsong and all the vibrant and lovely creatures of spring, especially the lovely swallows. I often search for them on the wires, because they are like small, delicate notes on a musical score, with a "chirping" sound, playing the first movement of spring.
Every spring, in my hometown, I walk on a high hill, looking at the spring water running in the river, the green jungle on the other side of the river and the village completely submerged in peach blossoms. While enjoying the view, I breathe in the incomparably refreshing scent of spring and feel its violently beating pulse. Ah! Such a vibrant spring!
Ah! Spring makes the earth new, spring called the earth full of spring color, spring brings joy and hope to mankind, urging us to move forward.
Spring often causes me to think, people always see spring as a symbol of life and hope, and we young people and children are called "the motherland's spring".
We are the life of the motherland, and we are the future spring of the motherland.
Sentences describing summer
Summer heat/summer sun heat blazing sun/flame rising/summer season/hot burning
Heat in the three volts/stuffy heat/hot sun in the sky/thirsty
The willows on the street are green as if they were sick, with their leaves hanging with layers of gray soil curling on the branches; the branches are lazy and listless, and they are hanging low.
The summer sun was like a dip in chili water, and there was no shade on the open street.
The weather was stiflingly hot, and there was not a breath of wind, so the thick air seemed to freeze.
The whole city was like a burnt-out brick kiln, making people breathless. The dogs lay on their backs and spat out their red tongues, and the mules and horses had their nostrils flared extra wide.
July, the transparent blue sky, hanging like a fireball sun, clouds seem to be burned by the sun, also disappeared without a trace.
Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is coming with all the green leaves bouncing in the warm wind.
The wind blew with a slight warmth, sending the cuckoo's call at times, which was telling us, "Spring has returned."
The grass, the reeds, and the red, white, and purple wildflowers were steamed by a fiery sun high in the sky, and the air was filled with a sweet intoxication.
There was not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, and a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stood listless and lazy.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, the fiery sun scorched the earth, the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth smoked.
The sun was blazing, and on both sides of the road, the ripe grains were hot and bent over, heads bowed. Grasshoppers, as numerous as blades of grass, chirped faintly and noisily in the wheat and rye fields and among the reeds along the banks.
The sun was like a big, old ball of fire, its rays scorching, and the highway was baked by the blaze of the sun, with a trail of white smoke from one step of the foot.
The willow leaves were curling, the flowers and grasses were bowing their heads, the earth was steaming, and the lake was so hot that the dragonflies were flying low over the surface of the lake and swirling around, which was a message to the fish: good news - it's going to rain!
The evening breeze of early summer drifted into this simple but cozy living room with the fragrance of date palms and moonflowers.
One summer evening, the stars twinkled in the sky, a cool breeze dispelled the remaining heat of the day, and the earth was silent.
The shady trees along the roadside were lush, and the cicadas sang in unison, as if they were boasting about their season.
In the summer, the rain was drizzling, the barley seedlings were drinking the rain water, and the grass was full of colorful wildflowers.
It was a summer of drought and no rain, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply bigger.
Early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, green leaves against the red flowers, beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a roaring fire, and like a reddish sunset rising at dusk.
The southerly winds of late summer and early fall bring in the aroma of new wheat and the scent of artemisia.
The summer sky is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy, sometimes with low clouds, as if urging people to act on orders; sometimes with direct sunlight.
The summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.
When summer is in full swing, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising in the east. Although there are no magpies on the old acacia tree, but the robin keeps chirping, and the frogs in the pond make a big noise ......
While the early summer makes me giddy, there are also very beautiful flowers blooming in the early summer, such as acanthus and phoenix trees, which bring another kind of natural beauty.
Ah, I love the starry sky on summer nights because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!
Summer, in my mind, is the crystal bright dewdrops in the morning and the numerous stars at night.
The light of the setting sun shrouds the fine veil, and gusts of breeze come to you with the fragrance of flowers, sending you a pleasant early-summer evening breeze with the fragrance of jujube blossoms and moonflowers, drifting into this simple but comfortable living room.
One night in summer, the stars twinkled in the sky, a cool breeze dispelled the remaining heat of the day, and the earth was silent.
The shady trees along the roadside were lush, and the cicadas sang in unison, as if they were boasting about their season.
In the summer, the rain was drizzling, the barley seedlings were drinking the rain water, and the grass was full of colorful wildflowers.
It was a summer of drought and no rain, the hot sun baked the old loach in the field are turning white, the village side of the creek, the water a few inches lower, those exposed to the water surface of the stone, steeply bigger.
Early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, green leaves against the red flowers, beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a roaring fire, and like a reddish sunset rising at dusk.
The southerly winds of late summer and early fall bring in the aroma of new wheat and the scent of artemisia.
The summer sky is unpredictable, sometimes cloudy, sometimes with low clouds, as if urging people to act on orders; sometimes with direct sunlight.
The summer in my hometown is quiet, lush, beautiful and colorful.
When summer is in full swing, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising in the east. Although there are no magpies on the old acacia tree, but the robin keeps chirping, and the frogs in the pond make a big noise ......
While the early summer makes me giddy, there are also very beautiful flowers blooming in the early summer, such as acanthus and phoenix trees, which bring another kind of natural beauty.
Ah, I love the starry sky on summer nights because it is so colorful, so beautiful and so mysterious!
Summer, in my mind, is the crystal bright dewdrops in the early morning and the numerous stars at night. The light of the setting sun shrouds the fine veil, and the gusts of breeze come to you with the fragrance of flowers, giving you a minute of coziness.
There is not a cloud in the air, not a breath of wind, a blazing sun overhead, and all the trees stand listlessly and lazily.
In the height of summer in July, there was not a cloud in the tile-blue sky, and the fiery sun scorched the earth; the water in the river was scalding hot, and the earth smoked.
The sun is like a big, big ball of fire, the light is scorching, the highway is scorching hot by the hot sun, the foot step down a string of white smoke.
The willow leaves were curling, the flowers and grasses were bowing their heads, the earth was steaming, the lake was hot, and the dragonflies were flying low and spinning on the surface of the lake, which was reporting to the fish: good news - it's going to rain!
The evening breeze of early summer drifted into this simple but cozy living room with the fragrance of date palms and moonflowers.
One summer evening, the stars twinkled in the sky, a cool breeze dispelled the remaining heat of the day, and the earth was silent.
It was a summer of long drought and no rain, the hot sun baked the old loaches in the fields turned white, the brook at the edge of the village, the brook water at once a few inches lower, and those stones exposed on the water surface, steeply became bigger.
Early summer, pomegranate flowers gradually open, green leaves against the red flowers, beautiful. From a distance, it looks like a roaring fire, and like a reddish sunset rising at dusk.
Ah, I love the starry sky of summer night, because it is so colorful, so beautiful and touching, so rich in mystery!
Praise the summer can not be denied, the spring of thousands of red, autumn gold, winter silver, did once make people fall. However, summer also has its own verdant dress. Which corner of the summer is not full of green to symbolize life? When you climb to the top of the mountain, look around the turquoise wilderness, the dark green mountains, like the ocean on the huge waves, wave after wave, winding connection, has been to the distant places, with the gray-blue sky connected to a piece of the whole earth into a huge carpet stretching around, lush, full of vitality.
The summer sun is like a big fireball hanging in the sky. It stung our eyes so much that we couldn't even open them. On the road, the asphalt has been baked by the sun to soften. A heat wave came to the face, so that people can not breathe. On the trees lining the roadside, robins chirped endlessly, as if to say, "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot. The flowers lowered their heads, the grass bent over, all seeming listless. What about the children? All of them are hiding in the swimming pool. Look at the children in the pool one by one, dense, only showing a small head.
The heat of the summer that people can not avoid the heat, really make people headache, whether you walk in the hot sun under the road, or has entered the trees, the shadow of the house; whether in the morning or in the evening, the heat of the summer is always accompanied by you, entangled with you, it is really upsetting.
Summer night square night, the weather finally cooled down, people coincide to the square to walk, that's a lot of people, men and women, young and old endless, a moment of the square of colorful lights, the square illuminated brightly. A gust of wind blowing, so cool ah! Everyone in the square to talk about the world, the old people sitting under the tree leisurely fan fan, some in the song, some in the side of the walk and chat, and some dancing, everyone in the square play really happy.
Summer RainOn a summer afternoon, I was sitting in front of the window doing my homework when I looked up and saw dark clouds and a gray sky. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and all of a sudden, the sand flew away and the branches of the trees swung about. Shortly afterward, it started to rain. The rain started out like a string of pearls, but in a flash, it turned into a downpour, and in a short time, the sky hung up an endless curtain of rain. The streets, roofs, and hallways became a world of rain. The rain hit the window, not "clatter" sound, but "pop" sound; fell on the body, feel like a piece of rubber on the body, painful and itchy.
Summer night sunlight is no longer so fierce, it convergence of the capricious, so the moon gradually in the sky. The yellowish full moon appeared and disappeared, it was so small and pale, almost like a piece of pie that was about to fall. The sun packed up its afterglow and slowly disappeared under the trees in the distance, and the clouds in the sky were dyed an orange-red color, so blinding, but also as the sun descended it slowly became lighter and lighter, until it disappeared altogether.
The summer thunderstorm day gradually turned gray, gray clouds obscured the sky and drove the sun back home, the sky became dead all of a sudden. Not long after, the wind whistling to meet, the wind shook the branches and leaves of the trees, a moment like the athletes on the field of people cheering in the shouting, but also a moment like the sea waves in the tossing. After a while, showers of rain "clattering" from the sky down, like beans scattered on the ground. And after a while, the rain fell even heavier, the thunder and lightning uncle also came to join in the fun. Thunder and lightning, really summer thunderstorm. In the distance, rolling dull thunder, as if from a distant battlefield came the sound of artillery. And the lightning flashed one at a time like a red-tipped serpent on fire, flying across the sky and lighting up the dark sky.
Summer Night Song just out of the building, a cool breeze brushed everyone's face, in the haze vaguely heard the pond on the willow tree, the robin in the voice of the call "summer". Water lily leaves in the water, frogs in a burst of singing "songs". Are they making a fearless fight for the selection of the "King of Song"? The bright moonlight is sprinkled all over the earth, shining brightly on everyone's heart.
After the thunderstorm in June and July, the sky, like a doll's face, said change, just now or clear skies, a moment will be dark clouds, thunder, followed by a downpour. Although it is raining, but the misty rain and fog to the mountains added a lot of charming colors. The rain washed away the summer heat and brought freshness and a new green color to the fields. Mist and rain covered the mountains, milky white cloud veil around the mountainside, like a fairy dancing ...... a good picture of the splash of ink landscape painting ah! Walking here, quite a "people in the painting" feeling.
Early summer roadside shade of the diamond poplar, the field of endless grapevines ...... early summer, all colors of wildflowers are blooming: red, purple, pink, yellow, like embroidered in a green carpet on the gorgeous spots; swarms of bees in the bushes busy, sucking the nectar, hard work flying to and fro.
The hot summer Once the hot weather, the sun hanging high in the sky, living like a big fireball, burning, dazzling, the earth as if it were scorched, all living things are like in a steamer, sweltering intolerable heat. The creek dried up, the trees and plants lowered their heads, and the grass fell to the ground. Puppies lay under the eaves with their tongues out, panting. Adults sweated and shook their fans, and little children dipped their bare bottoms in the pond.
SummerSummer came with the chirping of robins. It was hotter, and the trees grew even more lush! The trunks of the trees grew thicker and thicker, and the leaves were layered and tightly clustered, like a giant green umbrella, propped up everywhere in Spring City. In the wide people's square, "green umbrella" for people to create a cool world. Early in the morning, people into the square, came to the tree, memorizing, boxing, enjoy breathing fresh air; during the day, the sun is in the air, scorching the earth, people walk in the shade, smell the fragrance of resin, suddenly feel cool and comfortable; evening, people are sitting under the tree to take advantage of the cool, cozy.
Summer nightSummer night, the stars twinkle brightly, one point, two points, three points ...... brightly, flickering, like a pair of naughty, childish, but also full of mystery, wisdom eyes. They seem to see us, and we play a "hide and seek" game. Their dexterous body, hide and seek, sometimes hidden and sometimes appear, make us dazzled. Suddenly, a shooting star flew, attracted our attention, a blink of an eye, it is hidden from our eyes. I tilted my head up high, opened my eyes wide, from west to east, looked carefully, but could not even find a shadow.
The heat of the sun has lost its springtime gentleness and shines hotly on the earth like a fireball, seemingly radiating all its heat. It sun softened the asphalt road, sun red face of pedestrians, sun trees do not dare to have the slightest swing, more sun cracked the earth, splashing pots of water to the ground, the earth thirsty to suck clean. The streets are full of undershirts, bare shoulders, people want to drill into the refrigerator. People were cursing the damn heat. Only the old man selling popsicles didn't care, yelling loudly and hoping for the hotter the better.
Sentences describing autumn>>>>> Spring and summer see previous page
The beauty of autumn is mature - it's not as shy as spring, as outspoken as summer, or as introverted as winter.
The beauty of autumn is sensible - it is not as flirtatious as spring, as fiery as summer, as subtle as winter.
Autumn, the harvest season, the golden season - as lovely as spring, as passionate as summer, as charming as winter.
The sunshine of the golden autumn is warm and quiet, the autumn wind of the Dong village is warm and gentle, and the blue sky and white clouds are floating.
1. In the fall, the leaves fall one by one, with a hint of regret, into the embrace of mother earth. They jumped, spun, danced lightly and fell.
2. Autumn rain beat their faces. Piles of dark gray misty clouds pressed low against the earth. It was late fall already, and the endless forest was bare, the old trees standing somberly, letting the brown moss hide the wrinkles on its body. The relentless fall had stripped them of their beautiful garments, and they had to stand there bald.
3. From afar, I smelled a pungent aroma, a refreshing breeze blew by, and lo and behold, the hovering osmanthus trees, swaying in the wind. Huh? What is that? Like golden butterflies, like silver ribbons, tangled floating ah floating, floating down, floating to the ground, although the osmanthus is not as much as Qijun's hometown, but I really feel like what Qijun said, into the "golden sands paved with the Western Bliss World."
4. Autumn came with the sound of falling leaves, and the morning was as fresh as dew. The sky is softly glowing, clear and misty, so that one wants to hear the song of a high-flying lark, just as one looks at the blue sea and thinks of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wing of time, and as it flies away there is a moment of supreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
5. late autumn bottom of the clarified sky, like an endless calm turquoise sea; strong white light in the air jumping, like the sea surface of the microwave; the foot of the mountain pieces of sorghum swaying at times with the head of the rich spike, as if fluctuating with the red water; and the decline of the yellow leaves to the field with the color of the withered.
6. The dusk of late autumn always comes quickly, not waiting for the mountains to be evaporated by the sun on the water dissipated. The sun was setting in the western mountains. So the wind in the valley, with its heavy coolness, drove the white mist to wander down the mountain; and the shadow of the mountain peaks, more quickly poured down on the village, the shadow became thicker and thicker, and gradually blended with the night color, but soon, it was again candled by the moon into a silvery grey color.
Sentences describing winter
Idioms:
Ice and snow: ice and snow covered the ground, describing very cold.
Dripping water into ice: water drops become ice as soon as they fall. Describe the weather is very cold. Example: "The weather in the north is so cold that water drips into ice."
Frozen hands and feet: describes the cold weather.
Cold wind piercing the bones: the cold wind freezes the bones. Describes the windy and cold weather. Example: "In the early morning of winter in the north, the water drips into ice and the cold wind pierces the bones."
chilling: very cold, mostly describing the weather. Example; "Since the count of nine, the north wind blows and the cold air is aggressive, it is another strange cold winter."
The sky is cold: describes the weather is so cold that it cracks the ground. Example: "This cold winter is the golden season for logging."
The sky is cold and the ground is frozen: describes the weather is very cold. Example: "He swung his big pickaxe like a whirlwind, sweating profusely despite the freezing winter months."
Penetrating Cold: The cold air penetrated the bones, describing the weather as very cold. Example: "At the moment when the dawn had not yet arrived, I felt a strange chill through my bones, so I hurried back to the dormitory and took a piece of clothing to put on."
Snow Cellar Ice Sky: a region of severe cold, containing the meaning of severe cold. Example: "The Han envoy Su Wu spent nineteen years herding sheep for the Xiongnu in the snowy cellar and icy northern country."
Snow abuse and wind: wind and snow. Describe the severe cold.
Ancient Poetry:
Rain and snow copious, appearing to disappear
A copious: the appearance of the snow; said to be like "fluttering". appearing; the heat of the sun. Said: auxiliary word, no real meaning.
The Book of Songs - Xiao Ya - The Horned Bow
The cold wind destroys the trees, and the frost knots up the orchids in the garden
Han - The Ancient Poems of the Le Fu (乐府古辞)《古诗为焦仲卿's Wife》
凄凄岁暮风，翳翳经日雪。 The cataracts: darkness. The first is the one that is not. The first is the one that is not.
Jin Tao Yuanming ("癸卯年十二月中作与从弟敬远")
撒盐空中差可拟，未若柳絮因风起
Jin Xie Daoyuan (Xie Daoyuan) ("咏雪联句"), "White snow has been in a flurry, and there's nothing like it, but salt in the air can be a good comparison, and there are nothing like the willows' flakes due to the wind."
The moon shines on the snow, and the wind is strong and mournful
Shuo Feng: the north wind. The winds are strong, but the winds are not as strong as the winds. The winds of the north are strong and mournful.
Song Xie Ling Yun's "Twilight of the Year"
The wind shocks the bamboos through the lattice, and the snow fills the mountains when the door is opened
Lattice: window. The wind scares the bamboo: the wind carries snow, hitting the bamboo and making a rustling sound.
Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei, "Remembering Hu Jushi's House in Winter Evening in the Snow"
I don't know whether the snowdrops in the court fall today, but I suspect that the flowers in the forest bloomed last night
The snowdrops in the court: snowdrops falling in the courtyard.
Tang Song Zhiwen, "Responding to Snow in the Garden"
The sound of water is swallowed under the ice, and the sand road is leveled in the snow
Tang Liu Changqing, "Remuneration for Zhang Xia's Snowy Night on His Visit to the State in the Midst of the Bitter Cold"
The trail of vines is green, and ten thousand snowy peaks are clear
Tang Li Bai, "Returning to the Old Mountain on a Winter's Day"
The earth is white and windy and the snow is cold, and the snowflake is as big as a hand
Tang Li Bai, "Mocking Wang Liyang for his refusal to accept the snowflakes in a winter's day"
Tang. Li Bai "mock Wang Liyang refused to drink wine"
Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat, have blown down the Xuan Yuan Terrace
Xuan Yuan Terrace: according to legend, the Yellow Emperor captured the Chiyu place.
Tang Li Bai "north wind line"
The chaotic clouds low twilight, the rapid snow dance back to the wind
Back to the wind: back to the wind.
Tang Du Fu, "The Snow"
The frost is so severe that my clothes are broken, and my fingers are straight and cannot be knotted
Fingers are straight: my fingers are stiff and straight.
Tang Du Fu, "Five Hundred Words on Going to Fengxian County from Beijing"
The clouds are clear, the gulls are dancing, and the wind is contrary to the geese
No line: no rows and columns.
Tang Dufu, "Sending Sheriff Changsun Gradually Back to the State in Winter Evening"
The Cold Sky Prompts the Day to be Short, the Wind and the Waves and the Clouds to be Flat
Tang Dufu, "Huai Gu in Public Security County"
The Slanting Sun on the Sparse Bamboo, the Remnants of Snow in the Troubled Mountains
Tang Jianzhu, "The Meeting of Envoys of the House of Chu Bookkeeper with Bijuzhi Qian, the Minister of the Foreign Affairs of the State"
Who cut and carved the snow into ten thousand heaps on a flat ground?
Tang Han Yu's "Two Songs on Plum Blossoms": "When the springtime is in full bloom, the garden of Luoyang is especially crowded with flowers. Who will cut and carve ten thousand piles of snow on the ground to make this heavenly flower?"
Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people's footprints disappear along ten thousand paths. The first time I saw this, I was in a boat with a raincoat, fishing alone in the cold river snow.
Tang Liu Zongyuan, "River Snow"
What can be seen in Yangchun if winter is not harsh
Serenity: the harshness of depression.
Tang Lu Wen's "Writing at the River Pavilion of Pu Jin Guan in the Winter of Meng"
The sky is cold and green, and the north wind calls for the withered mulberry. The thick ice has no cracked text, and the short sun has cold light
Call: the wind sounds like roaring.
Tang Meng Jiao, "Bitter Cold Minstrelsy"
It was only when I saw the clouds at the top of the mountain like a cover that I was surprised that the snow under the rock was like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, thousands of jade, ten thousand pine trees, ten thousand clouds
Tang Yuan Zhen, "Snow in South Qin"
Six out of the flying flowers into the house, sitting and watching the bamboo into the agarwood branch
Six out of the snowflakes: snowflakes in hexagonal shape, so "six out of the snowflakes," said the snowflakes. The bamboo branches are covered with snow and look like white jade.
Tang - Gao Pian "to the snow"
Night deep know snow heavy, sometimes heard the sound of folding bamboo
Tang - Bai Juyi "snow at night": "have been surprised that the coverlet is cold, and then see the window is bright. I know the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding."
The two lines write about the scene of snowflakes flying over the pink wall, which is lighter than willow flakes and heavier than frost.
Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow"
A hundred springs are frozen and swallowed, and I am chanting more cold
Swallowing: the spring water does not flow well due to freezing, so it is described as whimpering. The first is a new one, and the second is a new one, and the third is a new one.
Tang Liu Dai's "Bitter Cold Minstrelsy": "All the springs are frozen and swallowed, and I am chanting that the cold is even more cut. In the middle of the night, I leaned on the pine, not realizing that my clothes were full of snow."
The Jade Dragon was defeated by three million men, and their scales and armor were all over the sky
The Jade Dragon: describing the flying snow. Defeated scales and armor: describes the snow flakes fluttering like scales and armor pieces falling down one after another.
Song Hu Zai, "Campsis Fishing Hidden Writings", Volume 54, cited in "Xiqing Poetry", contains the poem "Snow" written by Zhang Yuan
Jiangshan Mountains and mountains, the moon never sleeps for thousands of miles, heaven and earth, the selfless jade, ten thousand homes
Jade: a metaphor for white snow.
Yuan-Huang Geng, "Snow"
The streams are deep and difficult to snow, and the mountains are frozen and do not flow with clouds
Qing-Hong Sheng, "Looking at Snow"
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