Twenty-four solar terms poems

Twenty-four solar terms are the crystallization of China people's wisdom and the unique creation of China calendar method, which has played an important role in promoting the development of agriculture and animal husbandry in China for thousands of years. Next, I collected poems describing the 24 solar terms for your reference only, hoping to help you.

Beginning of Spring

Spring has begun.

Contemporary poet Wu Outing

Vegetables are not expensive at the right time, and farmers are hard to be greedy and vulgar.

Beginning of spring was very happy at the sunny window. He wrote a poem for plum blossoms.

Rain Water

Light rain in early spring

Han Yu, a poet in Tang Dynasty

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Awakening of Insects

Kant Jia

Tang Dynasty poet Wei

A light rain brought new flowers, and a thunder began to wake up.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began.

Dingzhuang is in the wild and the nursery is in charge.

When I return to the scene, I often drink the water from Xixi.

Hunger is not self-suffering, but joy.

Granary storage, the corvee is still there.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

Spring Equinox

Spring equinox for Yangming Zuo

Yuan Zhen, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Half in spring and half in today's spring.

Old people cherish time, and careless people are lonely.

Throw a secret message once in a while and have a chat.

Counties move to fairyland, and mountains and rivers show pictures.

The flag is covered with Yupu, and the women are full of cymbals.

Like wood, like flowers, like Yue Nv.

The cow farmer was so surprised that he was happy, and the silkworm concubine smiled without a word.

It's all my fault for carrying Zhang Fu behind my back and mocking others for raising partridges.

Yan Lu is everywhere, and its customs and habits are different from those of China.

Tiptoe along the stream of women, girls avoid slavery.

Although there are few inscriptions, there are many wizards.

The local flavor is particularly rare, and the family god loves things.

The boat leads to the sea and farms around the corner of the city.

There are thousands of combs and thousands of robes.

In the small tea market, fishermen are separated by deep reeds.

The sun's feet are slanting, and the clouds are dragging cattails far away.

Coagulation flowers bear, new rain grass sprouts Su.

Powder is not good for plum calyx, and red contains apricot beads.

The remaining seedlings grow longer and longer, and fennel will burn or wither.

Liu Gao hangs green, and Yu Mi weaves green money.

Tame seagulls, sleep in shallow wrasse, and you will be amazed and smooth sailing.

When the water is quiet, Wang Yu sees it, and the mountain sky thanks for calling.

Swallows are infatuated with butterflies, and moths hang on the road.

Newborn eggs of light blue cranes and tender chicks of dark yellow geese.

The walls of the village are covered with whiteboards.

Yu Temple has just left Guo, and Chen Zhuang is just halfway.

How steep is the sail? Long Rui is very worried about this.

The point is the probe, and the pool is lost because of the arrow.

Bend the iron into the shape of a dike, and the incense burner will burst at the top.

There are three holes in the floor, and smoke clouds store pots.

Peach branches are tall and straight, and mulberry trees are still supported.

The tortoise can be called a doctor.

Glory floats in the palace pavilion, and the virtual voice is in harmony.

The imperial court is a fairy deer, and the magistrate Chiyou is here.

In addition to healthy jealousy, your heart is locked in nothingness.

Just turning over the stars, Zhang Fei moved the emperor's pivot.

Emperor Dongdi raised the day and Beidou went to Du Xuan.

Riding official skirts are all purple, and the car is full of Zhu.

Hou bianshe bo, crossing Tianwu.

The fog is thundering, and the smoke is a ghost.

Cast pity on the jade girl and laugh at the aunt.

The fruit is a thousand years old and the clothes weigh six baht.

Joan's cup is filled with liquid, and the golden dagger enters the beard.

You can hold the bass in your hand.

The bacteria are sad and narrow, and the rotten feeling is temporary.

If you don't say something sacred, you will learn something stupid.

The drum urges the color, and the hairpin group binds the body.

So don't be a true disciple and return to the afterlife.

Poetry sighs battlements and waves thanks to his wife.

Fortunately, there is a paradise nearby, and the whole family is willing to go.

Qingming Festival

day of mourning

Du Mu, a poet in Tang Dynasty

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

Grain Rain

heptasyllabic/seven-syllable regulated verse

Zheng Banqiao, a poet in Qing Dynasty

There is no wind, when it doesn't rain, the sun is shining, and bamboo is elegant and beautiful.

Favorite guests who are cool at night, a pot of new tea soaked in pineapple.

A few new bamboo trees and a few looming mountains.

It's just Tomb-Sweeping Day, even in Grain Rain, sitting there with a cup of fragrant teas.

Early summer

Two fables

Jia Zhi, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Spring grass is full of blue and beautiful.

Thousands of miles away, I want to adopt Shang.

It's too late to sigh, but it's too late.

Huai upload, Xia Yunzi stand.

It's very cold in autumn, and it's known for a long time.

As soon as the jade anvil rang, it began to pound the ten thousand in the machine.

Recalling yesterday's parting, Tonghua is full of mine fields.

When I think of you today, the Millennium is full of pride.

After listening to the letter about the river, I want to give you a pair of jade plates.

Jade is loyal to the heart and recommends a good meal.

Well, you are in Wan Li, which makes my clothes wider.

Grain Buds

Two Four Seasons Music in Spring and Summer (Part Two)

Ouyang Xiu, a poet in Song Dynasty

The south wind blows a hundred herbs, the vegetation is deep and the hut is small.

At the beginning of wheat ear, the seeds are charming and the mulberry leaves are fat.

Old people like to be ripe, and their wives know that the season is good.

Wild Li Tang crow nightingale, sea pomegranate red mountain bird.

Tian Jia, who is happy to know? I know it's late to go home alone.

When I am strong, I am old.

Grain in Ear

Five laws of mango festival

Mang busy cutting, farmers open.

The west wind dried up the sea and cut the fields mechanically.

Tax is exempted for a thousand years, and the granary is filled by every family.

When wheat is harvested, insert rice, and when stored in autumn, climb the top.

Summer solstice

Summer Solstice in Beichi

(Tang) Wei

The sundial became unusually cloudy and leaked from night to night.

If you don't manage education, your worries will get cold.

The public door is relatively idle, but the farmer is a little busy.

You can't stand the cold at the top, and you can take care of both bitterness and spicy.

Rest in the pavilion at noon and swim alone in Aifang Hall.

The door is closed and silent, and the city is high and the trees are gray.

Lv Yun still contains powder, and the round lotus is scattered at the beginning.

If you don't care about hugging, you can be jealous of China.

Minor Heat

Answer to Li Chuzhou's topic "Light bamboo flowers before sending them to court"

Tang Dynasty poet Du

Yin suspected of dyeing, clever box knife cutting.

Not afraid of the heat of the south wind, it can meet the heat of summer.

It's a pity to swim in bees, but it's a reminder to miss women for many years.

Looking at the gift adds more hatred and makes me sad several times.

intense heat of summer

"poison and heat send Jane Cui to comment on sixteen brothers"

Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty

It's hot in summer, and it's lucky, so Jingyang doesn't know autumn. There are collapsed wings under the forest and no boats in the water.

Thousands of rooms, but sweep the floor, close the door and rest the staff. I am unhappy when I am old, and I am worried when I travel.

It is difficult to release an empty bed when a poisonous snake is dying. On a hot night, the candle is bright and affectionate.

Open your chest and look at your brother-in-law. Binding with negative barbs, connected into resistance repair.

When I am in first frost, I will meet Linjiang Tower. Carrying great changes in meaning, satirizing poets and the like.

Being different in the same generation is not a question of seeking a physical examination. The emperor's special envoy's body and faith are excellent virtues.

Chu only chose Qi Zi, and Hanyuan belonged to Hua Yi. The short chapter goes straight to my heart, and the reason is for those who know.

Beginning of Autumn

Autumn has begun.

Liu Han, a poet in Tang Dynasty

The crow of the milk crow scattered the jade screen, and one pillow was cold and the other was cold.

There is nowhere to find the autumn sleep, and the phoenix tree is full moon.

The heat is over

Two poems about the Yangtze River

Suling in Song Dynasty

There are no three days in summer, and it is cool and straight.

Baishi is more secular, and the grass prints Zen.

Let the crane dance and listen to the intermittent singing.

He who knows benevolence knows longevity, but he does not necessarily know the depth of the sea.

White Dew

Jade resentment

Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Dew fell on the steps of jade, and the night was long. Dew wet the stone.

Go back to my room and put down the crystal curtain, still looking at the exquisite moon through the curtain.

Autumn Equinox

Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon

Li Pin, a poet in Tang Dynasty

The autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the shade is the brightest.

It's good to live in the sea, so I can see the past.

The floor is suspicious and I want to sneak around.

He doesn't look like it at night, and the morning chicken won't listen.

Cold Dew

Looking at the cold dew on the leaves of Indus on a moonlit night.

Dai Li, a poet in Tang Dynasty

On Xiao Shutong's leaves, the moon is full of dew. The water drops are clear and full of light, bright and cold.

The wind shakes the jade, and the branches move the beads. The wind is cold and it seems to be an autumn night, and the sound is slightly midnight.

Condensed air flows everywhere, and wet things should look clean. Don't get tired of peeping, it's harder to get together.

Frost's Descent

Three songs of joining the army in harmony

Li Yue

Look at the picture to teach the array, draw the ground and talk about the edge. The sky is in the west and the eagle is in Sichuan.

The road will be counted as a day, and the book will stay away from all the topics. There is no hope of resurrection, and I haven't thought about it before.

The door is high on three sides, and the arrows are all raised. Camp willow smoke at dusk and close elm in snow and spring.

There are many veterans in the border town, but few people return home. Kill the three rivers and add dust every year.

Waiting for the fire to carve the city, the dust and sand hold the sound of war. The army, a symbol of Tibet and China, said that he likes riding horses.

The first frost pool is shallow and the autumn is dark white. Fuck Yao Fanghu, I don't think I need any more soldiers.

Beginning of Winter

Winter has begun.

Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty

A frozen pen is lazy to write new poems, a cold stove and a glass of good wine are warm.

Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspected that the snow was full of Qiancun.

Minor Snow

Minor Snow

The poets in the Tang Dynasty are beyond reproach.

Pieces of exquisite, flying jade leakage.

At first glance, it is all over the ground, getting denser and windless.

Round and square, clouds are far and near.

Make a paste to solidify the barren soil and show the deep palace.

Air comes in through clothes, but flowers peep through cracks.

Gone with the wind Qin added Lao Ling and sent Han to heaven.

Pine cranes fly in nests, and island worms sing in solitary caves.

After three days, I knew that the wax was used up and I was full of happiness.

If you don't smell bamboo, you will gradually see bamboo.

Cover the sand with rich resources and sprinkle the sea to help melt it.

The vegetation is moist and the mountains and rivers are more beneficial.

Because of the knowledge of heaven and earth, there is sufficient merit in education.

Major Snow

Major Snow

Lu You, a poet in Southern Song Dynasty

There has never been such snow in Jiangnan, and it will only get worse this year.

Skillfully putting on the curtains is like finding each other and pressing heavily on the top of the forest.

When the blanket is lost and Lou forgets to sleep at night, the golden rooster is afraid of dawn at once.

In this life, I laughed until I became famous, dreaming that the Yellow River was completely frozen.

Winter solstice

I miss my family at night from winter to Sunday in Handan.

Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.

If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.

Minor Cold

Rowing after the Cold Food Festival

Du Fu, a poet in Tang Dynasty

Chen Jia's strong meal is still cold, with several crowned depressions.

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.

Major Cold

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.