Two poems on the first day of winter

(By Qiu Yuan)

The rain is cold and there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow.

There are not many days left in the spring, where the plum blossoms bloom.

Two Songs on the Occasion of Winter

(Author: Qiu Yuan)

The peaks of the mountain are full of tea smoke, and the rain is drizzling on the carpet.

It's early this year, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get my hands on some cotton.

Winter

(By: Zijin Frost)

The waterfall lotus pond is full of dead eyes, the west wind gradually made the north wind call.

The yellow poplar is stubborn and stubborn, the white birch is soft and soft.

The door is full of cold frost to wake up the bones, the window is good for reading in the residual light.

It's time to make an appointment to sing about plums and snow, and to borrow a small stove from my own home.

September 26th snow to not see the north people cloud most of the time is not

(Author: Fang Hui)

Winter is still ten days, clothing is not loaded sheep.

The wind turns the house over in the middle of the night, and the snow fills the boat in the morning.

It's not a good time to be blamed, and I feel sorry for my old age.

Hiding my fingers in my sleeves and shrugging my frozen shoulders on the railings.

It is not a good idea for me to be a little old, but it is a good idea for me to be a little old.

The poor who have no coverlet, should be plagued by many diseases.

The winter

(By Wang Zhideng)

The winds of autumn have blown away the old garden, and the yellow leaves of the maple have passed by.

A little Zen lamp and half a moon, this night is colder than last night.

The Winter

(By Li Bai)

It's too lazy to write new poems with a frozen pen, and the wine is warmed in a cold oven.

Drunkenly looking at the ink flower and the white moon, I wonder if snow fills the village in front of me.

Walking in the field on the day of the first winter

(By Shi Wenjun)

Walking in the field without fear of being far away, the scenery can be copied by all means.

The water in the sky is clear, and the air of fall and winter has begun to change.

Drinking from the rainbow, the geese are in the pond.

When I return to my home, I will ride the moon, and knock on the pine door at night.

We heard thunder at the beginning of winter

(Written by Su Zhe)

Yang lust doesn't collect, and he is always suffering in half a year, Yi Yi.

Millet feeds the locust borer, and round-grained rice is used in the land.

The people are hungry, so they are forced to help Lei, and in the fall, the wheat becomes the bed.

Min Ran waited for the first rain, and the frost fell on the water springs.

The rain is pouring down on the mountain, and the rain is coming down on the mountain.

The rain is getting worse and worse, and the winter is getting worse and worse.

The thunder in the middle of the night and the car in the middle of the sky.

The old man could not sleep, and the child rose up and cried.

The pine and chrysanthemums are half destroyed and bald.

The dead grass is sprouting, and the stinging insects are in a state of confusion.

The ritual ritual of ritual bonfire is not going out of the market, and the morning meal is not yet ready.

When the first seed is not planted in the ground, it is difficult to fill the stomach with money in spring.

The scholar believes in the old saying, and Hong Fan has left behind a letter.

There is no center base in the city, so who can tell me what I want to do?

The day before the winter frost on the chrysanthemums have feelings

(Author: Qian Shi)

Last night's frost cold wadding coverlet, have red leaves full of step head.

The gardens are swept away by the west wind, but the yellow flowers are not responsible for the fall.

Composed on the day of the first winter

(Author: Lu You)

The room is small enough to accommodate the knees, and the wall is low enough to reach the shoulders.

The month of giving clothes is just over, and the day of the first fur.

Inch by inch, the coals of the bonfire, baht by baht, the cloth is covered with cotton.

This is the first time in my life that I've been in a bad alley, and I'm glad to be there.