Poems on solar terms in the Great Cold: The Village is Bitter and Cold.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The yuan and the eight years of December, five days after the heavy snow in succession.
The bamboo cypress is frozen to death, and the farmer who lacks clothing!
All the families in the village, there are eight or nine families poor.
The cold wind is like a sharp sword, the clothes thin can not cover.
Only light the wormwood and heat, and spend the morning waiting for the morning.
I only know the great cold years, farmers more bitter acid.
Reflect on yourself at this moment, close the cottage door tightly.
Brown fur covers the quilt, and there is residual temperature when sitting and lying.
Glad to be free from hunger and cold, and not to tilling by himself.
Think of them I am ashamed, ask oneself is who?
Appreciation:
This poem is divided into two parts. In the first part, I wrote that farmers lived in great pain in the cold winter when the north wind was like a sword and the snow was falling heavily, and they could not sleep at night. In such a cold day, the latter part of the writers kept their doors closed, had food and clothing, and had a good quilt cover, neither suffering from hunger and cold, nor working hard in the fields. The poet contrasted his life with the sufferings of the peasants, and felt so ashamed and guilty that he asked, "Who is it?" Sigh.
In classical poetry, there are many methods of comparison, and it is not too little to compare the poverty and pain of farmers with the arrogance and extravagance of the exploiting classes. However, it is rare to compare the poverty of farmers with the poet's own food and clothing, especially this kind of "self-questioning" from the heart is even more valuable among feudal literati. In addition to contrast, this poem also has the following characteristics: popular language, smooth narration, no nonsense, pure line drawing, simple poetic scene and sincere feelings. These characteristics all reflect the unique popular artistic style of Bai Juyi's poems.
The Great Cold Festival Poetry: Great Cold
Song dynasty: Lu you
The heavy cold and snow have not disappeared, so I can't go out when I close my door. It's a pity to cut the cloud crown and make room for my knees.
My car has been suspended, and I've been riding it for a long time, and I've been brushing it for a long time.
It's better to learn when you are late than to avoid many differences. If you believe in it, you can live in a secluded place, and you can learn from it.
Don't rest for the sake of the mountain, meet Gao Ying.
Although the old age has been forced, the obedient child has beauty.
Poems on solar terms in the Great Cold: The Great Cold Becomes Zhang Taibo
Song Dynasty: Zheng Yi
The cold wind is full of anger, and the households enter my room.
The sand ash rises and gets dark, and the day is reddish yellow.
Grab your clothes and sit on your shoulders, your heart and spleen are cold and chestnut.
The weather changed in a moment, and it was as dark as paint.
Jump in the air, rain and hail fly, and the four steps are the pearls.
The number of children sighed and surprised, and * * * blamed providence.
Mr. Wang brought the book, and he flew the policy with his staff.
Is called two or three sons, ring and sit at the table.
Call the boy to get the wine, and dish up the pears and chestnuts.
The wine shop is cold, and the spring sun has four walls.
Mr. Wang said that the righteousness is great, and he is ignorant of it.
The hole is full of people's spirit, and my ears fly out of the blue.
The old saying is rooted in the festival.
Yao Mei and Shun Mu, if Myanmar had known each other.
If the night is dark, the sun will shine brightly.
Retreat from the sage's career, and the product will be picked up.
Wei Pi painted a mountain dragon, and the mud was also rubble.
People are inherently knowledgeable, not like things planted.
Instead of working hard, day and night are like knives and rulers.
A man should work hard when he is young and strong.
Fang is too common today to get rest.
Who can bow his hands and watch people make meritorious deeds?
The Great Cold Festival Poetry: The Great Cold Exits the West Gate of Jiangling
Song dynasty: Lu you
When the horse leaves the west gate, it will spit and swallow for a long time in the light of day and cold clouds.
It's easy to wake up when you're drunk, but it's easy to warm up when you hide your hands.
In succession, foxes and rabbits threw themselves into the depths, and a little cattle and sheep scattered far away from the village.
If you don't feel much for the mountains and rivers, the poor wanderer will disappear.
Poems about solar terms in the Great Cold: Returning to the Great Cold in Sichuan.
Song Dynasty: Zheng Yi
The wind is like crazy, coming from the side of Montenegro.
Kun Wei wants to move, and the cold sun is dull.
Flying sand hits my face, and snow touches my skirt.
There is no jade pot wine, and the ice you drink is full of intestines.
Birds and beasts leave no trace, and we can do it safely.
The cloud is native to China, and a few years is not my territory.
The vitality is cracked, and the old yin is alone in Sheng Qiang.
The east sun blows the sea, and frost is buried here.
After the poor wax, it is common to fall into the fingers.
An De Tian Zi Ze, mighty gradually poor and barren.
Sweep away the demon atmosphere and soak in Chulan soup.
There are 100,000 east winds, and the painting floor is long in spring.
Grass steps on the edge of brocade boots, and flowers enter Luo Yi Xiang.
Pedestrians roll up their sleeves, and Long song returns to his hometown.