Poetry about writing solar terms in the cold

Write poems about the great cold and solar terms

Yin of bitter cold

Meng Jiao in Tang Dynasty

It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.

There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.

Knocking on a stone can't make a fire.

What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.

This village is cold and cold.

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

In December of Yuanhe eight years, it snowed for five days in succession.

Bamboo and cypress freeze to death, a farmer who lacks clothes and food!

Of all the families in the village, eight or nine are poor.

The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.

Only by lighting wormwood and heat, spend the morning waiting for the morning.

I only know that farmers are more bitter and sour in the cold year.

Then reflect on yourself and close the door of the hut tightly.

Wearing a leather gown and a quilt, it is hot whether you sit there or lie there.

I'm glad to get rid of hunger and cold instead of farming alone.

I am ashamed to think of them and ask who I am.

Ode to the great cold

Shao Yong in Song Dynasty

The old snow has not disappeared, and the new snow has become a family.

Frozen silver bed in front of the steps, ice stalactites under the eaves.

There is no honor in the Qing dynasty, and the wind is angry.

Every species has its own tongue, and words can't be spit out.

Major Cold

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

The cold and heavy snow have not disappeared, so we can't go out after closing.

Poor cloud-cutting crown, this knee room

My car has stopped, and I will stop for a long time.

It takes a long time to take a piece from the brush.

Learning the Tao is not as good as being in power.

Faith can exist, but the best may be lost.

Don't rest for the mountain, meet Gao Ying.

Although forced in his later years, obedient children are beautiful.

Da Han Chu Jiang ling west gate

Land Tourism in Song Dynasty

When the horse leaves the west gate, it will vomit and swallow for a long time in the daytime light and cold clouds.

It's easy to wake up when you're drunk, but it's easy to warm up when you hide your hands.

Foxes and rabbits rushed to the depths one after another, and a little cattle and sheep were scattered far away from the village.

If you don't feel too much about mountains and rivers, the poor wanderer will disappear.