The beginning of aesthetic poetry of winter solar terms

Song Chou-yuan's "Two Poems of beginning of winter"

The drizzle is cold and frost-free, and the leaves in front of the court are half green and half yellow.

Koharu won't be here for many days, and plum blossoms will be in full bloom.

Zijin cream "beginning of winter"

The lotus pond that fell into the water dried up and the west wind gradually turned into the north wind.

Boxwood is stubborn, birch is soft and semi-sparse.

Frost on the door can wake up bones, and the afterglow on the window is good for reading.

I'm going to sing Xue Mei on March 9th and borrow my own small stove.

Wang Ming Deng Zhi's early winter

Autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and yellow leaves pass by.

A small Zen lamp is half a moon, and it is colder today than last night.

Winter has begun.

Tang Libai

A frozen pen is lazy to write new poems, and a cold stove is warm to drink wine.

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

early winter

Tang Bai Juyi

In October, the south of the Yangtze River is sunny and cold as spring flowers.

Frost doesn't kill grass, but desert sand dries at first.

Old zhe leaves are as yellow as tender trees, and cold cherry branches are as white as wild flowers.

At this time, I envy idle people drunk, and there is no reason for five horses to enter the restaurant.

Twenty-four Poems Qi beginning of winter October Festival

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The first frost is cold to people, and the ice is light and full of water.

Toads will bring thin shadows, and geese will bring a few lines.

Seeds in the field are collected and clothes and furs are made.

When a pheasant is thrown into the water, it is not difficult to turn it into a stork.

Beginning of winter heard thunder.

Zhe Su Song

Yang Yin does not converge, and half a year old often suffers.

Rice millet is fed to locust moths, and japonica rice is flat.

People are hungry to help thunder, and wheat stays in the autumn night.

When it rains, the frost falls into the water and the spring shrinks.

It's morning in Huiwei Mountain, and it's raining heavily.

After ten days, the situation became worse and worse, and Fang Dongnian became more and more embarrassed.

Spring thunder comes at midnight and the hub turns at noon.

The old man couldn't sleep and the child began to cry.

See the atrium in plain sight, and the pine chrysanthemum is half destroyed.

The latent hay germinates and the insects lurk in disorder.

The salary is not out of the market, and I am not familiar with cooking in the morning.

The first kind is not buried, and the spring salary is difficult to be full.

Scholars believe in the old saying, and Hong Fan has a legacy.

Who should be prosecuted when there is no intermediate base?

Winter's works

Song luyou

The room is small and rich, and the walls only reach the shoulders.

It's only been the first day after the month of sending clothes.

One inch of charcoal is deposited in the furnace, and the baht is called cloth quilt cotton.

I have been a teacher all my life, and I am happy everywhere.

Standing on a boat on a winter night

Fan Song Chengda

People get older every year, and the cold is accompanied by rain.

Look at the firewood at the top of the mountain and the fishing lights at the bottom of the water.

There are thousands of waves and shadows, and there are few edges in the sand marks.

If Emei wants to see it again, it must stay until dawn.

The frost the day before early winter is a bit like chrysanthemums.

Song shiqian

Last night, the frost was clear and cold, and the red leaves were full.

The garden is swept away by the west wind, and the yellow flowers bear the autumn.

Songs of Hino laity in beginning of winter

Song Shiwen Jun.

Don't be afraid to sing, the scenery can be copied.

Tianshui is clear, and autumn and winter begin.

Drink all the rainbow to eliminate the sea music, and the geese go down to the pond.

When you go home, you must bring the moon, and the pine door knocks at night.

There was no snow on September 26, and most of the north was cloudless.

Song Fang Hui

The lotus pond that fell into the water dried up and the west wind gradually turned into the north wind.

Boxwood is stubborn, birch is soft and semi-sparse.

Frost on the door can wake up bones, and the afterglow on the window is good for reading.

I'm going to sing Xue Mei on March 9th and borrow my own small stove.

Two Poems about the Coming of Winter (Ⅰ)

Songchouyuan

Drizzle without frost produces cold,

The leaves in front of the stadium are half green and half yellow.

Koharu won't be back for a few days.

Where plum blossoms bloom.

"Two Poems by beginning of winter" (Ⅱ)

Songchouyuan

Qifeng mighty scattered tea smoke,

The light rain slightly wetted the carpet.

Ken thinks Hanxin came early this year.

The old lady's clothes are brown and there is no cotton.

Winter has begun.

Song Zijin ointment

The lotus pond that fell into the water dried up and the west wind gradually turned into the north wind.

Boxwood is stubborn, birch is soft and semi-sparse.

Frost on the door can wake up bones, and the afterglow on the window is good for reading.

I'm going to sing Xue Mei on March 9th and borrow my own small stove.

Winter has begun.

Song Zijin ointment

Beginning of winter still has ten days, and his clothes have not been padded.

In the middle of the night, the wind overturned the house, and in the morning, the snow invaded the ship.

Bad times are strange, but my old age is the most pitiful.

The sleeves were covered with sour fingers, and the shoulders were frozen by the railing.

My heart suddenly ached, and the residual chrysanthemum was still fresh.

Poor childless people should be entangled in many diseases.

Winter has begun.

Lu yuan Wen GUI

It rains early for a long time, and autumn gradually enters winter.

The yellow flowers are exposed alone, and the red leaves have gone with the wind.

While thinking about blowing cold corners, the village songs are late in spring.

Hedge doors lie high every day, and laziness is futile.

Winter has begun.

Wang Ming Deng Zhi

Autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and yellow leaves pass by.

A small Zen lamp is half a moon, and it is colder today than last night.