What are the ancient poems about winter solstice?

What are some ancient poems about the winter solstice:

Small Solstice

Tang

Du Fu

The time and the personnel of heaven and the sun are hurrying each other up, the winter solstice and the sun are born in spring again.

The embroidery of five lines is added to the weak threads, and the blowing of six pipes moves the flying ashes.

The bank is waiting for the willow, and the mountain is ready to release the plum.

The clouds are not different from the countryside, so I'll teach my children to cover the cups in their palms.

Winter Solstice Tang

Du Fu

Year after year, the day of the winter solstice is a long time for the guest, and suddenly the poor worry of the mud killers!

The river describes me as being alone in my old age, while the customs of the sky are close to each other.

The staff quinoa after the snow in the Dan Gully, the sound of jade in the morning to disperse the purple Chen.

There is not a single inch in the heart, and the road is lost where to look at Sanqin.

Winter Solstice at Yangmei Pavilion

Tang

Bai Juyi

The night of the longest solstice in the month of November, and the people who traveled thousands of miles away.

What if I were to stay alone at the Yangmei Pavilion? I'm a sick man with a cold pillow and a single bed.

The first day of the winter solstice to regulate the southern suburbs, because the book that is the age of the matter

Tang

Guen Deyi

Da Ming south to celebrate the day is correct, the first day of the round hill music seven into.

The literary track is the same as Yao's calendar, and the ancestral shrine joins the Han officials.

The stars are full of auspicious light, and the golden stone is clear at dawn.

There is also a place where we can congratulate you on your achievements, and the yellow clouds are holding up the sun.

Exiled official Chenzhou winter solstice day have Huai

Tang

Rong Yu

Last year long solstice in Chang'an, the staff once hairpin Xiezhi crown.

This year, when I was in Chang'an on the day of the arrival, I went down the stairs and thought of the snow and frost.

Dreaming of going to heaven with the army, and being sent to the poor country to serve the country.

Looking north to the southern suburbs, the news is broken, and there is only a tear at the end of the river.