Traditional Culture Encyclopedia - The 24 Solar Terms - Jing Ke's Classical Poetry

Jing Ke's Classical Poetry

The answer is as follows:

This solar term is the third of the 24 solar terms in the lunar calendar. When I was a child, I didn't understand. I always thought that being electrocuted was to disturb dormant insects. After understanding, I found that the ancients were really wise. In this solar term, the temperature is getting warmer, the spring thunder is rustling, the rain is increasing, and everything is full of vitality. Birds and insects will naturally come out to feed.

And "Tao Shihua, Cang Geng Ming, eagle becomes pigeon." It is the characteristic of this solar term. The ancients used a lot of pen and ink to describe this special solar term:

Recalling Qin E's Fifth Time

Fan Chengda in Southern Song Dynasty

Gather. Light ray was slightly startled at first.

The first shock. Storks and pigeons are angry, and the wind is urgent.

The smoke from the jade stove smells delicious. Painting the wall makes apricot swallows wet.

Swallows are wet. Where the flower tip disappears, the painting building stands tall.

Wenwa

Zhao Fan in Southern Song Dynasty

I have been in a daze for several days, and I smelled frogs from the beginning.

You don't have to ask personal questions.

Fang Shan

Chen in Southern Song Dynasty

The porch window is open all around, and the wind sends clouds to the sea.

A burst of flowers and a few thunders.

Snail saliva on the stone bench, ant array around the mountain platform.

At this time, the clothes were wet and smelled of musk coal.

Guantianjia

Don Wei Wu Ying

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 no overnight storage in the granary, and the corvee is still there.

Being ashamed of not practicing, I ate it.

On the 24th of the poem, February Festival, I was frightened and alarmed.

Tang Zhong yuanzhen

The sun woke up first, and the earth was bright.

Peach blossoms bloom in Sichuan brocade, and eagle-year-old spring pigeons.

When is it time to rush, bud? Instant repair.

Everything in the world has farmland.