Solar term poem

Poems with solar terms are as follows:

1, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is the Eighteen Members of the Ministry of Water Affairs".

Appreciation: This poem is a seven-character quatrain written by Zhang Ji, a senior minister of the Ministry of Water Affairs, describing and praising the beautiful scenery in early spring. Ranked eighteenth among the brothers, so he was called Zhang Eighteen. The style of poetry is fresh and natural, simple and colloquial. It seems dull, but it is by no means dull. Han Yu himself said, "Being poor is strange, and it becomes dull" ("Send the teacher to john young").

It turned out that his plainness was hard-won. This poem is exquisite in description, beautiful in sentence and novel in conception, giving people a moist, comfortable and fresh aesthetic feeling in early spring, which not only praises early spring, but also captures its soul, giving people endless aesthetic interest, even beyond painting.

2. It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Tu Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Appreciation: This day is Tomb-Sweeping Day. The poet Du Mu happened to get caught in the rain during his trip. Qingming, although it is a season of blooming green flowers and bright spring, is also a period when the climate is easy to change, and it often catches up with "noisy weather"

As early as the Liang Dynasty, it was recorded that there were often "strong winds and even rain" during the Cold Food Festival in Tomb-Sweeping Day two days ago. If it rains on Qingming Day, there is also a special name called "pouring rain on fire". The poet Du Mu met such a day.

3, Grain Rain as silk as dust, boiling bottle floating wax is a new taste. -Fan Chengda's Rural Miscellanies in Late Spring.

Appreciation: Grain Rain fell to the ground like a silk thread, and splashed like dust. There is sealed wax floating on the bottle of cooking wine, which is a good time to taste new wine. The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before it is gone. This poem is about light rain, like silk and dust. I don't know what boiling a bottle of floating wax is, but it feels like warm wine.

The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before it is gone. Light rain, like silk, like dust. I don't know what it is to boil a bottle of floating wax. It feels like warm wine. The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before it is gone.