Great cold ancient poems

One of the ancient poems about the Great Cold: the topic of Qiujiashan Temple in Fu Guang

Year: Song Author: Wang Zhidao

The bell of the ancient temple leaked to the rest of the people, and Ma Si people packed their saddles.

On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight cold.

The stream was cut off, cold and frozen, wild fire and frost withered.

Tired of stepping on the light path, thirsty with my own eyes.

Second: Sit with midnight.

Year: Song Author: Wen Tong

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone.

It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold.

Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

Third: You Ciyun

Year: Song Author:

Lao Huai doesn't associate with the world much, but only says that he is idle and prosperous.

When it is slightly wet, it is easy to dry sand and soft roads, and when it is cold, it is warm, snowy and sunny.

I have never been to a temple before, so I take Mount Xun Mei as my base.

Smile and ask if there are any stones standing on the pine edge. Do you know what year it is today?

Fourthly, ten rhyming poems of Wu Shan's late period are included.

Year: Song Author: Fang Hui

Eyes are infinitely six wide, and the sky is like an armillary sphere.

The days are long and the moonlight is cold.

How hard it is behind the elbow, but it's old.

For the next 70 years, I am still healthy and it is easy to get my knee back.

Fifth: Yongle sells wine.

Year: Song Author: Fang Hui

Can you catch a cold without drinking a glass of wine? If you want to hate more, you can't.

Donate a coin coupon, and the earthen pot is rarely about three liters.

The village is too thin, there is water everywhere, and the frozen surface is lukewarm and icy.

Don't be surprised at your servant's work. There has always been meat like a tomb.

Sixth: Great cold.

Year: Song Author: Lu You

The cold and heavy snow have not disappeared, so you can't go out after closing the door. It's a pity to cut the cloud crown to make room for my knees.

My car stopped, rode for a long time, and brushed for a long time.

It is better to study late than to avoid many differences. If you believe in it, you can live in a secluded place and learn from it.

Don't rest for the mountains, meet the heights.

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

Seventh: Gu sent Pei.

Year: Tang Author: Jiao Ran

I have Yunquan adjacent to Zhushan, and the tea in the mountain has a long history. _ When the grass dies,

Shanjia gradually wants to collect tea. Shrike flies to the grass every day, and it's time for the monk to pick tea.

The origin is not far, the yin ridge is long and the yang cliff is shallow. The lower leaves of the Great Hanshan Mountain have not yet been born.

Xiao Hanshan's Mid-term Volume 1. Wu Wan is carrying a cage of fragrance and a spring dress.

At first, the lost mountain was in chaos, and birds flew in panic when crossing the water. Not far from home, with dew,

When I came back, the color was still dripping. At first glance, I was afraid to cheat Yu Ying, and I even took the decoction to win the gold liquid.

It rained in Xifeng last night. How about finding a new tea? Uterine dew is astringent, green shoots are old,

Yaocheng is vast and sparsely populated, with purple bamboo shoots everywhere. Who knows the green shoots of purple bamboo shoots? It's too late to pick them at sunset.

Zi Yuan is treated by Qingling real people, so what do you think of this fragrance?

The ancient poem "Sitting at Midnight" written by Da Han

Song wentong

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone.

It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold.

Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

Qiujiashan Temple in Fu Guang.

Wang Songzhi's way

The bell of the ancient temple leaked to the rest of the people, and Ma Si people packed their saddles.

On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight cold.

The stream was cut off, cold and frozen, wild fire and frost withered.

Tired of stepping on the light path, thirsty with my own eyes.

You ciyun

Song Zhu Chen

Lao Huai doesn't associate with the world much, but only says that he is idle and prosperous.

When it is slightly wet, it is easy to dry sand and soft roads, and when it is cold, it is warm, snowy and sunny.

I have never been to a temple before, so I take Mount Xun Mei as my base.

Smile and ask if there are any stones standing on the pine edge. Do you know what year it is today?

What are the poems about Great Cold in Poems of Great Cold?

Dahan Song Yin Shao Yong

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.

Sitting at night with Song.

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone. It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold. Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

Yuan Sha Yuan Song Ceng Gong

Climb the south of the mountain, the peak is high, and it is not tired to go upstairs. Clouds on the international sea are often bleak, and cold pine bamboo is even more bleak.

On Xi Shengfeng's selling incense in Taiwan and Japan for permanent hair loss. I also have a smug heart, and the water in the glass bottle shines in autumn.

Back to Ji Gui to pass on Zheng Songyi, the big fellow.

The wind is blowing like crazy from Montenegro. Wei Kun wants to move, but the cold sun is boring.

Flying sand hits the face, and snow touches the skirt. There is no jade pot wine, and the ice you drink is intestines.

Birds and beasts leave no trace, and we can do it safely. Cloud is a native of China, but it has not been my territory for several years.

The vitality is split, and the old Yin is alone in Sheng Qiang. Dongyang blows the sea, and first frost is buried here.

It is common to fall into your fingers after bad waxing. An De Tian Zi Ze, vastly and gradually barren.

Sweep away the evil spirit and soak in Chulan soup. The east wind is 100 thousand, and the painting building grows in spring.

Grass steps on the edge of brocade boots, and flowers flow into Luo Yi. Pedestrians rolled up their sleeves and Long song went back to his hometown.

Bai Juyi, a villager in the Tang Dynasty in the cold.

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. Brown fur is covered with J quilt, and there is residual temperature when sitting and lying down.

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.

Going to the state at night is to send Shi Liyu Tang Geng.

Zhang Xi and Gong Shui, what waves will be caused. Few people returned from Wanli, so it is difficult to go alone again.

Spring is full of waves, and the beach is separated at dusk. Flowers bloom early in the south and the river flows wide in the north.

Old friends have joined Fu Sheng, and the new corner is in jeopardy. At the end, the sword was cut, but Sui and Zhu Xi didn't play.

When you wake up from drinking, your worries will turn to extremes, so don't cry for the first time. May the trees be green and pine, too cold.

Knowing pine and cypress in cold years and Huang Tingjian

Pine and cypress are the only children, and green flowers bloom all the year round. If you hide your heart, it will fade, and when you get old, you will know that you are cold. The bleak frost is late and the wheels are swollen.

Let the ants hole it, it's too late without an axe. Shake down the tranquility of the Millennium and dance sadly. Gong Zheng helped Zhenguan. He had never seen Feng Yi.

Wang Songzhi of Qiujiashan Temple in Fu Guang.

The bell of the ancient temple leaked to the rest of the people, and Ma Si people packed their saddles. On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight cold.

The stream was cut off, cold and frozen, wild fire and frost withered. Tired of stepping on the light path, thirsty with my own eyes.

Traveling clean and bright with roommates in cold weather is the hope of the king of Song for the princes who ride horses alone.

The bleak evil wind darkens Guang Chuan, and the cold rushes into Bai Yunbian. Cold Donkey remembers the bitterness of Chang 'an Road, and there is Xiaotian in the ancient temple.

The first poet was poor, but Chu Shi's poems in Gushan were legendary. The suspect is Lin, and the wonderful words are obvious.

Land Travel in the Great Cold Song Dynasty

The cold and heavy snow have not disappeared, so you can't go out after closing the door. It's a pity to cut the cloud crown to make room for my knees.

My car has stopped, and I will stop for a long time. It takes a long time to take a piece from the brush.

It is better to study late than to avoid many differences. If you believe in it, you can live in a secluded place and learn from it.

Don't rest for the mountains, meet the heights. Although forced in his later years, obedient children are beautiful.

Great cold comes out of the west gate of Jiangling.

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.

Buy wine and charcoal in winter and follow Song Zengfeng.

After the severe cold, everything escaped into the plane. Konoha leaves no concern in the wind, and the stream falls on the rocks.

Yan Guan's backyard was covered with frost, and more than one predecessor defeated Xue Wei. You don't have to complain about sending it to Hong, and there's nothing wrong with being a guest away from home.

You Ciyun, Song Zhu Chen

Lao Huai doesn't associate with the world much, but only says that he is idle and prosperous. When it is slightly wet, it is easy to dry sand and soft roads, and when it is cold, it is warm, snowy and sunny.

I have never been to a temple before, so I take Mount Xun Mei as my base. Smile and ask if there are any stones standing on the pine edge. Do you know what year it is today?

Attach Wu Shan's ten Fang Hui poems with millet.

Eyes are infinitely six wide, and the sky is like an armillary sphere. The days are long and the moonlight is cold.

It's hard behind the elbow, but it's old. For the next 70 years, I am still healthy and it is easy to get my knee back.

Yongle ancient wine Song Fanghui

Can you catch a cold without drinking a glass of wine? If you want to hate more, you can't. Donate a coupon and a can of coins ... >>

What are the ancient poems of the great cold solar terms? Song Lu swims flat and wins the horse out of the west gate: Zhu Chen's old tree is at odds with the world. Think of me as this day. There is a strong wind in the north and the frost is heavy. Slightly wet and easy-to-dry sandy soft pavement. It's easy to wake up after drinking too much, and it's cold in the second month, and you can't cover it. You sit at night waiting for dawn, especially farmers. The weather is cloudy and sunny. Sit with the author at midnight. If you don't feel much about mountains and rivers, you will have no clothes to wear to the people. Fu Guang Qiujiashan Temple Author: How can Fang Hui be cold without a glass of wine? The author of "The Village Living in Bitter Cold" said that the great cold must send wine to compete for luxury. Donate a coupon if the money is broken, and spit and swallow for a long time when the sun is cold. Inkstone ice is ancient. You don't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less. You take Xun Mei Mountain as your base, and then you say you can enjoy yourself at leisure. You still hold my robe for a group of books, and your hands are warm, and the earthen pot is rare for about three liters: in December of the eighth year of Tang Bai Juyi, I was not diligent. I'm surprised that all the servants are working hard. People in Ma Si bear a heavy burden, and poor vagrants only care about themselves. You know what year it is today. I know it's cold this year, but I really want to hate it, so I can't sit still. Well, it's hard to walk on the old man's light road just by a few quiet dust and working alone. Seventy people will be healthy in the coming year, and there will be snow on the fifth day: the clock of the ancient temple in Wangzhidao is leaking. Smiling, I asked if there was a man standing on the loose edge, so there would be no residue if there was something in the cup. Bamboo and cypress trees froze to death. It is a pity to miss him. The north wind is like a knife? The author of "The Great Cold Exits the West Gate of Jiangling" is very bitter in his own eyes. Yongle wine seller, Xiao Niu Yang San Yuan Village. Lonely rabbits threw their heads into the depths one by one. The stream was cut off and frozen. Brown fur covers the quilt. When you get to the temple, ask yourself who you are: Fang Hui is infinitely wide, with ten rooms and eighty-nine poor rooms, and it is easy to rest your knees. There's always meat like a tomb! Go back to the village. Through hunger and cold. The village is too thin to be sold as water. There are ten authors with Wu Shan's late rhyme Xiaomi. Looking up at the sky like an armillary sphere, the thatched cottage covers the door deeply, the wild flies and the frost is dry, and it is cold, warm and snowy. Burn only thorns, and the clouds will crush the snow in Nanshan. The author You Ciyun, the frozen surface is slightly warm and still frozen, and Li Liechu welcomes the slight cold: the wenbird is surprised to fly off the geese. When the sun shines, the jump will grow. The back of the elbow is hard but old.

What poems are there about the solar terms of the Great Cold? "Living in a bitter cold village"

Author: Tang Bai Juyi

In December of Yuanhe eight years, it snowed for five days in succession. Bamboo and cypress all freeze to death, and the people have no clothes to wear!

Looking back at the village, ten rooms are poor. The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.

Only burning fire, sitting at night waiting for dawn. 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. Brown fur is covered with a quilt, and it is warm when sitting and lying down.

Hungry and cold, no diligence. I'm sorry I missed him. Ask who you are.

Da Han Chu Jiang ling west gate

Author: Song

Ping Ming wins the horse out of the west gate, and Leng Yun spits for a long time.

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

Lonely rabbits poked their heads out in the depths, and cattle and sheep were scattered far away in the village.

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

Tifuguang Qiujiashan Temple

Author: Wang Zhidao

The bell of the ancient temple leaked to the rest of the people, and Ma Si people packed their saddles.

On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight cold.

The stream was cut off, cold and frozen, wild fire and frost withered.

Tired of stepping on the light path, thirsty with my own eyes.

Sit with midnight.

Author: Wen Tong

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone.

It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold.

Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

You ciyun

Author: Zhu Chen

Lao Huai doesn't associate with the world much, but only says that he is idle and prosperous.

When it is slightly wet, it is easy to dry sand and soft roads, and when it is cold, it is warm, snowy and sunny.

I have never been to a temple before, so I take Mount Xun Mei as my base.

Smile and ask if there are any stones standing on the pine edge. Do you know what year it is today?

Attach ten poems by Wu Shan with millet.

Author: Fang Hui

Eyes are infinitely six wide, and the sky is like an armillary sphere.

The days are long and the moonlight is cold.

It's hard behind the elbow, but it's old.

For the next 70 years, I am still healthy and it is easy to get my knee back.

Yongle ancient wine

Author: Fang Hui

Can you catch a cold without drinking a glass of wine? If you want to hate more, you can't.

Donate a coin coupon, and the earthen pot is rarely about three liters.

The village is too thin, there is water everywhere, and the frozen surface is lukewarm and icy.

Don't be surprised at your servant's work. There has always been meat like a tomb.

Poems about the Great Cold (Bai Juyi)

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

Bamboo and cypress all freeze to death, and the people have no clothes to wear!

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.

Brown fur is covered with J quilt, and there is residual temperature when sitting and lying down.

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.

Poems about the Great Cold have been found in 38 poems about the Great Cold!

1, severe cold and slight cold (Song? Shi Zuqin? Ode to 123)

2, big cold clothes again (Song? Shi Kexiang? 109 Poems)

3. The well-known cold times (Tang? Bai Juyi? "The village is bitter and cold")

4, is a slight chill (Song? Where's the stone? Twenty-two Fu)

5, there is a great cold at the age of five (Song? Huang tingjian? Knowing that pines and cypresses are cold)

6, the Great Cold seeks to {left day and right Olympics} (Song? May Yao Chen? "Long Songs")

7. Ambassador of the North to the Great Cold (Tang? Gao Shi? Answer Hou Shaofu)

8. The lower leaves of the Great Cold Mountain are not born (Tang? Anxious? "Gu Pai Pei")

9. Great Cold (Song? Fang Hui? "Ten Rhymes of Wu Shan Night with Su Kuo")

10, great cold rope Yi Qiu (Song? Ye Ziqiang? "Five Reading Chapters")

1 1, the mountain is getting cold (Tang? Where is Meng? "Dan Fan, who lives in Wuchang, Yuan Zaju, snows in the Spring Festival, and asks poetry")

12, and dahan sanghong (song? Zhao Fan? "Yang Tingxiu sends seven poems to Wan 'an Road")

13, cold but warm snow and sunny days (Song? Zhu Chen? You Ciyun)

14, Yi Huning is afraid of the great cold (Song? Zhao Fan? "Family is the most important thing")

15, it's too cold (Tang? Hey? "Going to dry state late is a matter of sending it to")

16, Leng Xue did not disappear (Song? Lu you? Great cold)

17, cold unknown (Song? Zheng Qingzhi? "Five Poems by Crane Lin Zhi and Snow")

18, the festival is a little cold (Song? Fang Hui? "Xiushan Frost, Snow, Sunny Night and Yellow")

19, even if it is hot and cold (Song? Liu Kezhuang? Five Diseases)

20. Li Lie Chu Yingxiao (Song Dynasty? Wang Zhidao? "Title Fu Guang Qiujiashan Temple")

What are the ancient poems of the great cold solar terms? Appreciation and analysis of famous sentences in ancient Han poems.

Author: Tang Bai Juyi

In December of Yuanhe eight years, it snowed for five days in succession. Bamboo and cypress all freeze to death, and the people have no clothes to wear!

Looking back at the village, ten rooms are poor. The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.

Only burning fire, sitting at night waiting for dawn. 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. Brown fur is covered with a quilt, and it is warm when sitting and lying down.

Hungry and cold, no diligence. I'm sorry I missed him. Ask who you are.

Da Han Chu Jiang ling west gate

Author: Song

Ping Ming wins the horse out of the west gate, and Leng Yun spits for a long time.

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

Lonely rabbits poked their heads out in the depths, and cattle and sheep were scattered far away in the village.

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

Tifuguang Qiujiashan Temple

Author: Wang Zhidao

The bell of the ancient temple leaked to the rest of the people, and Ma Si people packed their saddles.

On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight cold.

The stream was cut off, cold and frozen, wild fire and frost withered.

Tired of stepping on the light path, thirsty with my own eyes.

Sit with midnight.

Author: Wen Tong

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone.

It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold.

Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

The poem about the Great Cold is called Qiujiashan Temple in Fu Guang.

Year: Song Author: Wang Zhidao

The bell of the ancient temple reached the ears of the disabled, and Ma Si people put away their saddles.

On a sunny day, Li Liechu ushered in a slight chill.

The stream is cut off, the cold is frozen, and the field is scorched and frosted.

Stepping on the bright road, I feel bitter with my own eyes.

Yongle ancient wine

Fang Hui (Song Dynasty)

How can you catch a cold without a glass of wine? If you want to hate more, you can't.

Donate a coin coupon, and the earthen pot is rarely about three liters.

The village is as thin as water, and the frozen surface is slightly temperate ice.

Don't be surprised, servants. There's always meat like a tomb.