After the light rain, the first cold is full and the life is long.

After a light rain, full of chill, long life.

My birthday is not long after the slight cold. It was raining lightly, and I poured a glass of longevity wine.

The poem of the solar term slight cold is as follows:

"Less Cold Food on the Ship" Du Fu Chen Jia is stronger than food, but he is still cold, and he is a little depressed.

Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist. The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids.

White clouds and white mountains are thousands of miles away, worrying about Chang' an and going straight north. "Slight cold" Yuan Zhen Da Lian Road, Huanque builds a new nest.

Picking up food to find a winding path, holding purple around the treetops. The frost eagle is near the north head, and the pheasant is hidden in the bushes.

Not strange but strict, spring and summer are in the first month. When I sent someone to visit Houshan's home, it was slightly cold and drizzling on Huang Tingjian's river, and five old people were spotted with snow.

There are clouds in the city. Look at the mountains behind before independence. "Cold Night" Du Xiaoshan came to tea for wine on a cold night, and the bamboo stove soup was boiling red.

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. "Partridge Day" Zhou Zizhi has finished reading all the toothpick jade axis books.

I wonder if there are any garden vegetables outside the door. As ordered, I went to the slope and closed the book in the stone canal.

After a light rain, a slight cold began. Neighbors full of longevity.

There is no need to ask more about Jingzhou road, so I got on the bus and went after the government. "Ode to the Twenty-four Poems of Sorrow and Slight Cold December Festival" Yuan Zhen built a new nest in Da Lian.

Picking up food to find a winding path, holding purple around the treetops. The frost eagle is near the north, and it is hidden.

Not strange but strict, spring and summer are in the first month. "Early Hair under the Bamboo" Fan Chengda ended his morning makeup and broke a slight cold, so he talked wearily across the saddle.

The line is fine and foggy, and the mountains overlap. When the tree is straight, the green stream occupies the bridge bay.

Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking. Drinking alone in the small garden: Lu you wandered in Henglin Mountain, and the deep courtyard was depressed and slightly cold.

Autumn is already gratifying, and the old man is full of feelings and has no joy. The deer is shallow from the mother spot at first, and sour after orange frost.