Ancient poems about the twenty-four solar terms

Ancient poems about solar terms include "Zhongzuo Zhongzuo", "Winter Solstice", "Qingming", "The Beginning of Spring", "The Beginning of Autumn", "White Dew", "Poetry of the Twenty-Four Qi: Mid-July in the Summer", and "Heavy Snow"

, "Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter", "Handan Winter Solstice Homesickness", etc.

Ancient poems about solar terms 1. "Qingming" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

Translation: It's the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, and the drizzle is falling one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair.

I asked the local people where they could buy wine to drown their sorrows. The shepherd boy smiled and did not answer, pointing to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.

2. "Winter Solstice Night in Handan: Homesickness" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. On the occasion of the winter solstice in Handan's post office, Bai Juyi hugged his knees in front of the lamp and accompanied him with shadows.

I think that when I sit at home late at night, I should talk about people traveling far away.

When I lived in Handan Inn, it happened to be the winter solstice, but I could only sit alone in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, keeping company with my own shadow.

I think of my relatives at home getting together late into the night today, probably talking about me, a person far away from home.

3. "The Beginning of Spring Occasionally Comes" by Zhang Shulu of the Song Dynasty. There will be less frost at the end of the year, and spring will come to the world.

Then I felt that the business in front of me was full, and the east wind blew the water green.

Translation: Spring returns to the earth at the end of the year, and the frost is gradually decreasing. When spring is coming, the grass and trees are the first to know.

I just feel that my eyes are already full of life. After the east wind blows, the green waves on the water are swaying.