Where is the beauty of solar terms in Tang poetry and Song poetry?

Winter mornings in the north are always a little lonely. The cold is like a haze, and the meager sunshine seems to tell the hustle and bustle of the world and the world. Burning a furnace of incense, watching the smoke picturesque, outlining the troubles in my heart, and offering a cup of tea, it seems that I have tasted all the unknown sweetness in bitterness. Don't be silly, don't hate, don't ask for anything else. Everything was kept in the dark. But this morning seems to be a little less delicious, and it must be accompanied by some tenderness and beautiful pleasure to touch my heart and want to say it perfectly. The "time stamp" of a good book happens to be the unique blindness in this morning light, which fills the empty beauty firmly and gives poetry and true feelings. If it is a cup of new tea, the wind is light and the clouds are light, but there is an emotional agitation. If you say it is Tan Chen wine, it is mellow, but it has a rare coolness, swaying in front of you. It is more like a kind of osmanthus wine, sweet, guarding the eternal life left by ancient times, telling today's affair, making people intoxicated and intoxicated in love. And this romantic month is not romantic in the secular world. Very affectionate, but not artificial. It is amazing with its unique charm, which takes you into the cycle of history and the subtle imprint of time. I am the only one left in the spring dream, and I am unhappy in summer, and I have no worries about love and hate. I only wish first frost would come early and grow old with you until the snow falls in the long street and there is no sorrow in the acacia grave. Which one, which one, not stunning the prosperous times, but also comforting future generations. The book is divided into four chapters: spring, summer, autumn and winter, and each solar term is endowed with poems. Winter has entered, but looking forward to spring, that is, starting to study from this spring, is still unfinished. What fascinates me about this book is that the author Shen Shanshu has given many old-fashioned and familiar poems new souls and pictures, making those distant ones more vivid and vivid. For example, in Wei's Xixi on Chuzhou, Shan Shu wrote in this chapter: "We should have a lotus Dojo, Zen and a pure heart in our hearts, and the constant infiltration of water will moisten our indifference and dust-free. If there is no such thing in my heart, even if it is surrounded by a cool breeze and a bright moon, it is just a vulgar and useless foil. " For another example, in "Hot Summer", the article said: "In a previous life, I should be a traveler from the ends of the earth with wine hanging on a stick, loving the quiet countryside and ancient temples in the depths of mountains and rivers, loving the flowers in the solar terms during the New Year, and looking forward to a quiet and leisurely time of picking chrysanthemums." It's just a pity that time is always so lukewarm and silent. Beautiful, too short. "This sentence is too numerous to mention. In a world where flowers are more and more attractive, it is not easy to find a pure one. Rare, cherish it. Exaggeration has invaded this world, and only peace and sincerity can soothe the soul. Let's talk about the author Shen Shanshu. The acquaintance with the good book originated from the magazine edited by myself. Among many manuscripts with mixed qualities, the words of a good book are like a red lotus in the dusk snow, which blooms brilliantly but calmly. The profound writing skills and exquisite and beautiful writing style are indeed beyond the reach of many writers. At that time, I was deeply interested in the writer and wondered how talented people could write such words. Later, I gradually got to know each other and became good friends. What impressed me most about Uncle Shan was that he was a man full of enthusiasm for life. This is different from many people who write in prose. Of course, people who write with prose also have their own sky, which is sensitive and meticulous, and maybe there are good books, but when they get along with friends, it is a ray of sunshine in early summer, full of energy, but it will not burn people. Such a person must have a unique self-possession and indifference in his heart. The so-called phase is born from the heart, and the text is born from the heart. It is not difficult to understand why the words of a good book can go so far. Just say the joy in your heart and say some regrets. Some accidents happened in the process of transporting books, and the corners of books were damaged to some extent. If there must be imperfections in perfection, let this external thing bear it. At this time, the fragrance has been burned out, the tea has lost its fragrance, and the morning has passed. This time, a new trace was printed, as if an old friend had come slowly from afar. What has not passed away is the happiness of reading and the beauty of sentence reading. Bi Yuqing 20 13/ 12/07