The complete works of Xiaoxue's solar terms poems and ancient poems

The poems of Xiaoxue Solar Terms are as follows:

24 Qi's poems? Light snow in mid-October? (Tang Yuanzhen)

Don't blame the rainbow for having no shadow. It is snowing now. Yin and yang go hand in hand, cold and summer go hand in hand.

The moon is full, and the long wind is surrounded by branches. Hengqin is frowning at lu.

Appreciation: It's light snow season, and the rainbow should not appear again. The weather is getting colder and the warm breath is gradually leaving. Moonlight filled the sky, and cold wind blew the branches. In such a solar term, even if you play the piano and drink, you can't let it go.

And Xiao Langzhong Xiaoxue? (Xu Xuan in the late Tang and early Song Dynasties)

In the west, the sun sets in the west, and I try my own tea in the new stove. Hedgehog chrysanthemums are all covered with water, and Saihong flies to the distant sunset.

Lonely light snow, mottled light cream on the temples. Don't wish Cang Hua a poem when you are helpless.

Appreciation: On the day of light snow, I make tea on the stove myself. The chrysanthemums are in bloom and the branches are low to the water. Zheng Hong is far away, with sunset clouds all over the sky. This solar term passed so lonely and leisurely, another year, and my hair turned white. Thinking about these helpless years will always make people old, and it is useless to write poems and pray for the gods in heaven.

A book after a light snow? Don Lu Guimeng

When the days of light snow are frequent, the cool colors in Jiangnan are not biased. Feng Ting still remembers everyone's parting, and Long Mai only owes a childish sleep.

It is more planned to get the moon by being close to the water, and occasionally visit the village for medical reasons. Neighbors comforted each other and explained that 2008 was the year of barnyard grass.

Appreciation: the one-year-old light snow solar term has arrived again, and the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is generally like this. After the light snow in the south of the Yangtze River, the scenery is similar to that in autumn. Feng Dan on the river and Long Mai in the field are still the same. Looking at this beautiful scenery, I can't help but think of building a small house by the water, like the celebrities in Wei and Jin Dynasties, and distributing medicines in the village after taking medicine. I heard the old people in the village sigh, after the snow, next year must be a bumper harvest year!

Two rhymes, three secrets learn as snow? Huang Songting Jian

The city is full of jade, and the light snow is not cold on a sunny day. Moisturize bamboo roots and fat wax bamboo shoots, and warm vegetables help spring dishes.

There are many things to see and travel in front of you, and you don't have to worry about having big breasts and drinking a lot. It is said that pressing pears requires whipping horses and watching mud.

Appreciation: the light snow in Chu Qing, the scenery in the city is like silver carving jade. Snow falls on the roots of bamboo, providing water for the growth of bamboo. Abundant snow will protect vegetables from the cold in next spring. Usually busy, rarely go out to make friends, carefree, and drink a lot. I heard that the pear blossom has quietly opened. Let's go and see it in the melted spring mud!

"Xiaoxue looks at the mess in the sun"? (Song Fanghui)

Think of snow Xun Mei tree, Yu Shuang Ji chrysanthemum branch. It is never too late to say thank you.

I'm used to cold and hunger, and I'm afraid of thieves. Shaoling's feelings exist, satirizing Huanhua poems.

Appreciation: It's going to snow, plum blossoms are about to open, and the residual frost is still covered with chrysanthemum branches. People often say that chrysanthemums bloom late, but they don't know that they end up late. Life is also a cold winter, I have long been used to hunger and cold, and thieves threaten me. How similar this situation is to Du Fu, who is full of wind and frost!

Crying at night? (Song Panqian)

There is no reason. Snow is cheap. Into the flat eaves. The golden duck spins the dragon cake without opening the curtain.

Xun Mei, probably. Opening and falling. Have you ever been embarrassed? A year of cooperation is a spring hate, and the eyebrows are sharp.

Appreciation: the light snow is so small for no reason that it falls under the eaves. There is another spice in the incense burner, and the fragrance is full of room. Don't open the curtain. Plum blossoms bloom and fall outside the curtain. Has it ever been happy? At this moment, all the sadness comes to mind.