Ancient Poems about the 24 SeasonsWhat are the ancient poems about the 24 Seasons?

Ancient poems describing the twenty-four seasons:

1. Spring is a time of occasional success

Song Dynasty: Zhang_

The law returns to the evening of the year with less ice and frost, and spring comes to the earth to know the grass and trees.

It is full of business in front of me, and the east wind is blowing the water green and different.

Translation: Near the end of the year, the frost gradually decreased, and the grass and trees were the first to know that spring had returned to the earth. In front of my eyes, I can only feel a piece of full of life, the east wind blowing the water green wave swing shake.

2, Qingming

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

The rain falls one after another during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

When I ask where the tavern is, the shepherd boy points to the village of apricot blossoms.

Translation: In the south of the Yangtze River, during the Ching Ming Festival, the rain falls one after another, and the pedestrians on the road all want to break their souls. I asked the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows. The shepherd boy smiled but did not answer and pointed to the apricot blossom mountain village.

3, the summer solstice to avoid the summer north pool

Tang Dynasty: Wei Yingwu

Day sundial has been the cloud pole, the night leakage since this long.

Before the government teaches, the worry becomes hot and cold.

Translation: On the day of the summer solstice, the time measured by the sundial during the day had reached its limit, and from then on, the time counted by the leaky pot at night gradually lengthened. Before one has time to carry out one's plans, one is already worried about the alternation of cold and warmth of the changing climate.

4, Autumn

Song Dynasty: Liu Han

Milk crows cawing scattered jade screen empty, a pillow of new cool a fan wind.

There is no place to find the colors of autumn when you sleep, and the moon is bright on the steps of the sycamore tree.

Translation: The little crow's song is a crow's ear, and when the sound of the crows disperses, only the jade-colored screen stands empty and lonely. Suddenly the wind started to blow, a brisk autumn breeze, tons of freshness and coolness on the pillow, as if someone was fanning it with a silk fan by the bedside. Sleeping hazily heard outside the autumn wind, but woke up to find, but can not find anything, only to see the fall of the steps full of sycamore leaves, bathed in the light of the moon.

5. Handan Winter Solstice Night Thinking of Home

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Handan Post is on the winter solstice, and I hold my knees in front of the lamp.

Thinking of my home at night, I should be talking about the people who traveled far away.

Translation: I was living in the Handan inn on the winter solstice. At night, I sat in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, with only shadows to keep me company. I believe that my relatives at home will gather together late into the night today, and should still be talking about me, a long-distance traveler.