Twenty-four solar terms and slight cold poems

There are many poems about slight cold in the twenty-four solar terms, such as the poem of twenty-four qi, the poem of slight cold festival in December, the poem of wandering Qujiang in poor winter, the poem of making a boat with little cold food, the poem of making bamboo early, and the poem of Huang Tong's warmth and slight cold.

1, "Twenty-four Poems Qi Xiao Han Festival in December"-Tang Yuanzhen

Han Xiaolu, Huan birds build new nests. Picking up food to find a winding path, holding purple around the treetops. The frost eagle is near the north head, and the pheasant is hidden in the bushes. Not strange but strict, spring and summer are in the first month.

The slight cold solar terms are connected with the great melodies of Huang Zhong and Lu Da, and magpies begin to build nests. You see them jumping around the river for food in winter, and you see them flying to the treetops with branches and leaves in their hands! The goshawk in the north began to appear and the pheasant began to crow. Don't think about slight cold, it is the coldest day in winter, it is the alternation of winter and spring!

2. "A Walk in Qujiang in Poor Winter"-Tang Peiyi

Snow flies north on the south slope, and grass roots win spring. Qujiang has never been there. One person goes around the cold pool and one person returns.

The snow on the south branch has disappeared because of the sunshine, and Hongyan has begun to fly north. In severe winter, the grass roots are greener than the sunshine in spring. Qujiang is very cold, and no one has visited it all day. I walked around the cold Qujiang pool alone and came back alone.

3. Cold Food in the Boat-Don Du Fu

In the cold wind, there is hardly a bite of rice, sitting on the ground, sitting on the ground, the crow is old, sewed many times, and wears a brown hat on his head. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist. The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids. White clouds and white mountains are thousands of miles away, worrying about Chang' an and going straight north.

During the slight cold season, I barely ate a little, leaned against Wu Ji and sat on the floor. Wu Fan was worn and sewed many times, wearing a brown hat on his head. Spring has come, the rising tide lifts all boats, and the rivers are vast, floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds in the sky; I am weak and my eyes are dim. Looking at the flowers and plants on the shore, it seems that there is a layer of mist. Seeing butterflies and seagulls traveling freely, each has its own position.

Standing in Tanzhou and looking straight at Chang 'an, it looks like white clouds in the sky. There was a Van Dory who suddenly felt sad.

4, "Early Hair under the Bamboo"-Song Fan Chengda

After morning makeup, I broke a slight cold and chatted wearily through the saddle. The line is fine and foggy. Look at the overlapping mountains. Green ears blow smoke straight, green streams bend bridges. Hundreds of birds are like welcoming guests, feeling without thinking.

In the morning, I put on my clothes and set off across the saddle in the slight cold. This move actually dispersed my tired and stubborn body. On the way forward, the thin, gentle morning fog was washed away, and watching the mountains and peaks overlap seemed to flash out of the fog.

In Yuan Ye, where the rice ears are lush, you can see the smoke from the farmhouse as straight as a tree from a distance. The green stream flows briskly and ripples when it meets the bridge bay. Hundreds of birds and songs seem to be playing a melodious and euphemistic welcome song, cheering and singing to me on horseback intentionally or unintentionally.

5, "With a slight cold"-Liu Song Chang

The old man is suspicious of the dragon fight, and the sea is surging. Hay doesn't rest on its own, and birds compete to rely on it.

The season is shocking, and life is entrusted. Lamenting my wife, my road is also awesome.

Yin Qi declined, Yang Qigui returned, and the battle between Yin and Yang was like the battle of Erlongshan Station; The cold wind howled and the birds flew in fear at sea. The hay is constantly striving for self-improvement, and the birds are returning to compete for beauty.

Time flies, like running water, disturbing my heart; Life is limited, although the cottage is broken, it can still be entrusted. Singing sad songs to my wife and children, my road to study is as poor as cattle clothes.