The ancient poems about the 24 solar terms include the following:

1. Jingzhe

"Guantian Family" Tang Dynasty: Wei Yingwu

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The light rain brings new flowers, and a thunder startles the insects.

The Tian family had a few days of leisure, and farming began.

The young and strong are all in the wild, and the fields and gardens are also in order.

Jing Changyan came back and drank water from Duxi Jian.

Hungry people do not suffer from it, and nourishment is joyful.

There is no storage in the warehouse, and the corvee is still there.

Those who are ashamed and don’t cultivate will have enough money and food to go out of the village.

Translation: A subtle spring rain fills the grass with vitality, and a rumbling spring thunder awakens the season of hibernation. Farmers can only have a few free days a year, and the work in the fields has been busy since the awakening of insects. The young and strong all went to the fields to plow the fields, and the yards were converted into vegetable plots.

When returning from the fields, it is often after the sun sets, and they have to take the calves to the west mountain stream to drink water. The hungry and hard-working farmers never complained. A spring rain as precious as oil filled them with joy.

The granary has long since lost the grain it once had, but the government’s dispatches are still endless. Seeing farmers like this makes me, a non-cultivator, feel deeply ashamed. All my salary comes from these farming people.

2. Qingming

"Qingming" Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

Original text:

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. .

May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.

Translation: During the Qingming Festival in the south of the Yangtze River, drizzle falls one after another, and all the travelers on the road are in despair. I asked the local people where to buy wine to drown their sorrows. The shepherd boy smiled and pointed to Xinghua Mountain Village in the distance.

3. Rainwater

"Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Original text:

Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen .

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.

Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.

Translation: Good Rain knows the timing of rain, which is exactly when plants sprout and grow in spring. As the spring breeze falls quietly at night, it silently nourishes all things in spring.

In the rainy night, the field roads were completely dark, with only the lights on the river boats flickering alone. At dawn, looking at the rain-moistened flowers, they were beautiful and red, and the entire Jinguan City turned into a world of blooming flowers.

4. Summer Solstice

"One of Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi

Original text:

The willows are green and the river is level, smell it The sound of singing on the Langjiang River.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

Translation: Willows are green, the Qingjiang River is wide and flat, and I hear the sound of my lover singing on the river. The sun rises in the east and it starts to rain in the west. It is said that it is not sunny but it is still sunny.

5. Beginning of Summer

"Residence in Early Summer" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Original text:

The Weng family and locust trees are placed in the scenic spots of lakes and mountains. The wild path in the shade is slanted.

When the water is full, you can sometimes watch herons, and there are frogs croaking everywhere in the deep grass.

The dragon has overgrown its bamboo shoots, but the wooden pen is still in bloom.

Sigh, old friends come and go, who will drink tea in the afternoon when you come to sleep?

Translation: The land of lakes and mountains is my home, and the paths are quiet under the shade of locust trees. When the lake is overflowing, egrets are dancing in the air, and frogs are everywhere on the grass growing on the lakeside. The new bamboo shoots have already matured, but the wood pen flowers have just begun to bloom. We didn’t meet each other back then, but before I dreamed about tea at noon, who was talking about those days?