What are some ancient poems about the 24 Solar Terms?

1. Vernal Equinox

Tang Dynasty: Xu Hyun

The fourth day of mid-spring, the color of spring is in the middle of the equinox. The green field is wandering in the moon, and the clear sky is full of intermittent clouds.?

The swallows are still flying, but the flowers are falling. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it," he said.

2. The Spring Equinox Banquet with all the public officials was presented to Mr. Lu Thirty-four

Tang Dynasty: Wu Yuanheng

The banquet was held in the southern part of the country, and the old friendship was twice as close as the old one. The moon is ashamed of the tears of the red candles, and the flowers laugh at the white heads.

The treasure of the Arthur is often left to complain, the agar branch does not let spring. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.

3. The 27th day of the 2nd month of February is the day of the society and the spring equinox, the end of the house, there are HuaiJane thinker

Tang Dynasty: Quan DeYi

The curtains are open on a clear day, and the scenery is born everywhere. I am very happy to see the flowers and the poems, and I am very happy to see the wine.

The swallows fly on social days, and the warblers warble in the spring equinoxes. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do anything about it," he said.

4, Tasha line

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Rain clears the scenery, the weather of the spring equinox. The flowers and the flowers are all in competition with each other. The paintings of the beams of new swallows a pair of pairs, jade cage parrots worried about sleeping alone.

The Ficus is a wall, berry moss all over the ground. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.

5. Spring in the Hall of Painting

Song Dynasty: Zhong He

The winds by the stream have been divided into spring. The painting of the hall of smoke and rain dusk. The water sinks a wisp of curling furnace fumigation. The whole of drunkenness Fangzun.

Dancing sleeves fluttering back to the snow, singing voice just like a cloud. The first time I heard of this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The Prime Minister will not be angry.