The most classic poem of the first frost solar terms

The most classic verse of the first frost solar terms is as follows:

1. "Autumn wind sends suzaku".

(Wu).

There were countless first frosts in the garden, and the poet began to hate it. White clouds are deep and ugly, and rotten grass is everywhere.

In late autumn, the smoke is heavy and the cold sound is empty. Pan Shengqiu thought hard, and the road was sparse.

It has been made into a land tax, and book hunting is still good. I wonder what the score is.

2. "Give up in September".

(Yuan Sui).

After the 30th anniversary of the first frost, there will be no rest-Ye Qiu.

Xuan Yin greeted the sunset with a chill.

In the middle of the night, the ashes move, and the Ming dynasty becomes the ancestor.

Pan An spent the night, so don't worry about chanting.

3. The first frost.

In late autumn, the willow dew is frosted, and the grass is thin and the water is cool.

The path is quiet, and the golden wind is bleak.

Wild geese sing obliquely in the sky, and the fallen flowers fall on the sunset.

Cloudy days are high, Taojuhua is proud, and sheep and fat cows are full of granaries.

4. "Go upstairs in autumn night to see Nanjiang entering Shixing County Road".

(Zhang Jiuling).

In quicksand, the sky crystal is frosted first.

How far is Tianjin Road when you look at the threshold for a long time?

Thinking about the outside world, I hope the clouds are full.

What can I do if I don't talk about myself?

I'll whisper which cloud floats with the flowers.

Kick the horse hard, and the caged bird will read the distant signs.

It's late in the year, and there is no one at night.

Things are rare, and physical fatigue is close to fame.

Looking in, I feel that today is, and I sigh when it will be flat.

5. Changsha Qinyuanchun.

Mao Zedong.

Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.

Look at the mountains and plains, and the forests are all dyed.

The river is full of water, the river is full of water.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?

I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.

Just a classmate and teenager, in the prime of life.

Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.

Remember hitting the water in the middle stream and the waves stopped the speedboat?