Describe the cold solar terms and write plum blossoms.

Jiang Chunlin's quatrain in the cold season: the house is as small as a boat, and the empty window gives birth to white. I don't know if it's the moon or the snow.

"Short eaves iron horse, and ice knock order, less residual leaves.

The mouse's voice is getting louder and louder. He is tired of weaving and thirsty for wine.

The light is dim.

Frost forced the curtains to split.

Like a boat, the wind comes to the rudder tail, and the wild shore and Leng Yun overlap.

Looking back at the rainbow night, I lost weight, swayed and swallowed a flute.

The window rang and the paper was broken, but there was still doubt and the tent was dry.

Protect the copper bottle quietly, lest the cold be heavy and the plum blossom be broken.

But when the door was opened, the shadows of the trees froze the moon. Jiang Chunlin in Qing Dynasty is bleak. 1February 17, reading in the cold (omitted)

Few people know Jiang Chunlin, because he was a poet in the Qing Dynasty. At least his fame is not as great as that of Nalan Xingde. However, people who like Qing Ci won't miss Jiang Chunlin, because his exquisiteness, originality, melancholy and beauty are too natural.

This word written in the solar terms of the great cold, such as hearing nature and seeing light and shadow in the ice and snow, is the most beautiful word written in the solar terms of the great cold since it wrote its own poem.

The great cold solar term is the last solar term in traditional years, which should be in the middle and late December of the lunar calendar. That is, the last solar term of the 24 solar terms is the coldest time at the turn of winter and spring. It is often cold. People usually use festive and lively New Year to dilute this cold, so there are not many poems devoted to describing the scenery and physical feelings in the cold season, because the cold and lively New Year festivals are mixed together, forming a unique taste of welcoming the New Year.

Jiang Chunlin's song, however, jumped out of the atmosphere of Chinese New Year, and wrote that he was studying in a small study, spending the night in a cold solar term, listening to the wind and feeling cold, remembering sympathy, opening the door and seeing the moon, and the scene and memories were integrated, which was particularly beautiful.

This word, read slowly in the middle of the night, has no taste.

"? 1February 17 night, I studied in the cold wind, and it missed three times. The house is as small as a boat, and the empty windows are white. I don't know whether it is the moon or the snow. Because of the memory of the wilderness in the south of the Yangtze River and the snow on the back of the tent, it is just like the poem "The Desolation Offender in Jiang Chunlin in Qing Dynasty"

This is an introduction written in front of the text. On the night of December 17th of the lunar calendar, it is the time to hand over the solar terms in the cold. I studied in the study until midnight, that is, midnight. At this time, I felt that the house was like a boat with white light floating outside the window. I don't know whether it's moonlight or snowy outside, so I remember that I once moored on a boat in the south of the Yangtze River, just like there is white light outside the window now. At that time, the heavy snow hit the crown of the tree. How similar the situation is now.

Most of Jiang Chunlin's lyrics were written after middle age. At the age of 40, my mother and wife died one after another, and then she was removed from the post of Ambassador Huai Yan. Life can be described as depression, and the mood is extremely poor. Not long after, Jiang Chunlin married Suzhou showgirl Huang Xiaowan, but Jiang Chunlin's action was not because he was dissolute, but because he lost his mother and wife, and he was eager to find emotional sustenance. He was very kind to Huang Xiaowan, but his reputation was also affected by poor financial management, economic distress and acquaintance with Huang Xiaowan. His friends were silent and alienated, so it was difficult to find a suitable job again. Huang Xiaowan is also uneasy in the room, and her life is embarrassing. Jiang Chunlin was very angry.

Jiang Chunlin had no choice, so he had to go to Suzhou to find his old friend Du Xiaofang. It's just that Du Xiaofang has just been promoted and has a lot of things to do, so he doesn't have time to see him. Jiang Chunlin spent a stormy cold snowy night under Hongqiao. His life was lonely and there was no other way. It was an irretrievable night of collapse in his life.

This is my hometown in Taizhou. At the end of another year.

He stayed in the small study and studied quietly.

"The iron horse with short eaves knocks on the steps in ice, and there are few residual leaves."

How calm and peaceful it is to hear the wind chimes on the eaves in the middle of the night, how cold it is to hear the eaves freeze in the middle of the night, and how many leaves fall from the frozen branches and make a crunching sound.

"The mouse is getting tired, and the wine is thirsty."

I was tired of reading when I heard the mouse coming out to warm up for food, so I went to find some wine to drink, and the more I drank, the more dry it became, until midnight.

"A faint knot."

Because the fire smoked, the lights became dim.

"Feel the power of the frost, curtain clothes from crack.

Like a boat, the wind comes to the rudder tail, and the wild shore and Leng Yun overlap. "

Suddenly a frost and cold air came through the window. I saw the hanging curtains, and suddenly I was blown open by the cold.

I suddenly feel deja vu.

As if on a ship, a whirlwind suddenly blew across the stern, swept away the curtains of the cabin, and saw the scene that Leng Yun collapsed on the snowy riverbank outside.

From his small study, Jiang Chunlin immediately remembered that he had been on a snowstorm ship. This sudden sense of sadness is not sudden, but it is the most desolate, helpless and helpless feeling aroused by nature in his heart.

Dwelling in a humble abode is similar to a lonely boat, and now this feeling of wandering is coming again. Although the room is still, the feeling of wandering from the deep heart is similar, or I have never left him in my life.

"Looking back at the rainbow night, I gently shake the waves and swallow a flute.

The window rang and the paper was broken, but there was still doubt and the tent was dry. "

Recalling the snowy night that once anchored under Hongqiao in Suzhou, the boat rowed frozen and the water was hard. It sounds like a whimpering flute. The cold wind entered the boat, and the snow pressed on the canopy, which made people feel sad and cold.

Suddenly, I heard the rustle of enough paper here, and I seemed to be back to the predicament of snow hitting the awning.

"Sad copper bottle, afraid of cold and heavy, plum blossom dark fold.

But when the door was opened, the shadows of the trees froze the moon. "

I thought it must be snowing outside, so I got up and covered the plum blossoms in the bottle with cotton cloth to prevent frostbite on such a night.

Then I went out to see if it snowed.

But it didn't snow. It was the most beautiful moonlight in this cold solar term. There were trees everywhere, like snow and moonlight.

In fact, the ground was sealed after the first snow, and there was ice on the ground.

This moonlight, the frozen ground and the shadows of trees constitute the night view of the ice moon, which has an extreme beauty in the cold.

Jiang Chunlin's life is a tragedy. In the Qing dynasty, the limited rising channels could not give every scholar a way out. Although Jiang Chunlin is not a scholar, he can become an ambassador. On the one hand, he must get the support of those who love him. On the other hand, he must be talented.

It's just that he lived in the late Qing Dynasty, was 40 years old, suffered the death of his mother and wife, and was unemployed. The woman he married also damaged his reputation and made him poorer and poorer. He has almost no way out. And the country is tottering, which makes him feel eschatological.

Although he appears to be generous, he has been trapped in such suffering for many years. Even if he takes care of plum blossoms, it is difficult to take care of himself.

At the age of 50, he passed Hongqiao again to make a living. It is said that he drowned after taking poison.

This poem, written in the solar terms of the great cold, is extremely cold and beautiful, and the hearts of eyes, memories and emotions meet together. It is a rare emotional masterpiece about the great cold solar terms.

The first coat is better than snow to explain the love and beauty in the poem for you. .