Ancient poems related to the twenty-four solar terms

The ancient poems related to the 24 solar terms are as follows:

1, dumbfounded: "Guan Tianjia" Tang Dynasty: Wei Wuying, original:

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. There is nothing in the warehouse for the night, and the corvee hasn't arrived yet.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

A subtle spring rain is full of vitality, and a rumbling spring thunder is coming. Farming families can have a few free days a year, and Tanaka's work has been very busy since the shock. All the young people went to farm in the fields, and the yard was changed into a vegetable field.

When I come back from Tanaka, I often take my calf to the western mountain stream to drink water after sunset. Hungry and hardworking farmers never complain, and a spring rain that is as expensive as oil makes them full of joy.

The granary has long run out of old grain, but the government's scheduling is endless. Seeing farmers like this, I am deeply ashamed that I am a person who doesn't farm. My salary can all come from these farmers.

2, Qingming: "Qingming" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu, the original:

Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.

During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, the drizzle drifted one after another, and all the passengers on the road were down and out. Asked the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows, the shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghuashan Village.

3. Rain: "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu, original text:

Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

Good rain knows the solar terms of rain, just when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze quietly falls at night, it silently moistens everything in spring.

On a rainy night, the field path was dark, and only the lights on the river boat flashed alone. Looking at the flowers soaked in rain at dawn, they are beautiful and red, and the whole Jinguan City has become a world of flowers and flowers.