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Poetry describing the frost season

The poems describing the frost solar term are summarized as follows

1. Nanxiangzi

Chongjiu Hanhui Tower presents Xu Junyou and Su Shi

Frost precipitation Traces collected. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. He is passionate but loves his head.

The festival is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.

2. Shui Tiao Ge Tou

Looking at the sun in September, I practice shooting in the West Garden with my guests. I am still sick and cannot shoot the leaves. I dream of it

The frost has fallen and the sky is quiet. Autumn events encourage the west wind. The cold sound is hidden in the ground, and I first heard it in the sycamore tree at night. Looking back at the high city, you can see that it is thousands of miles away from the Guanhe River. When you are drunk, you will be with you. Stacking drums makes the morning clear, flying on horseback and drawing eagle bows.

As the year approaches, guests quarrel with each other and ask questions. The heroism in his life is still there, who is the hero of Shen Ling? It's like being a tiger warrior at a banquet. Wherever the sound of waving strings is heard, a pair of wild geese fall into the sky. I am so old and ashamed, I look back at the clouds.

3. Xianghe's Song Ci·Li Yue, Three Poems on the March to the Army

Look at the pictures and teach the formations leisurely, draw the ground and talk quietly about the edges. The black base is in the sky and the west is garrisoned, and the eagle posture is blocking the river.

The road leader must count the days, and the book must be written far away every year. There is no hope of being resurrected, and I still think about the past.

The fence is high and the three sides are fighting, and the arrows are all flying. Yingliu and smoke are at dusk, and Guanyu is covered with snow in spring.

There are many veterans in the border towns, but few returnees on Qilu. All three rivers are destroyed, and dust is added every year.

Waiting for the fire to set up the carved city, and the dust and sand surrounded the sound of war. The wandering army hides the Han banner, and the cavalry descends to talk about Tibetan sentiments.

When frost falls, the pond is shallow, and when autumn is deep, it is too bright. The prostitute Yao Fang looked at the tiger and asked for more troops without realizing it.

4. Climbing up the building in the evening of autumn to look at the Nanjiang River entering Shixing County Road Zhang Jiuling

The sand is falling and the frost is falling in the sky. Looking down at the threshold for a long time, there are many far-reaching feelings along the way.

Thinking of coming to the mountains and rivers, looking at all the smoke and clouds. If you talk eloquently without discerning yourself, how can you accomplish anything?

I am here to make my hair fade, and the clouds are floating in the air. The horses are crouched in agony, and the caged birds are thinking about their dreams.

The yin of the year is towards the end of the year, and the sky is empty at sunset. Things are precious because of their nature, and physical fatigue comes from the name of the person nearby.

Looking at the present situation, I wonder when it will be peaceful.

5. On the 9th, I climbed up to the north tower of Li Ming Mansion and Liu Changqing

On the 9th, I climbed up and looked up, the green sky was far away and the trees were low. There are people in the lake and grass, west of the building in Shancui County.

The sound of frost is heard, and the deep autumn makes guests feel lost. No work in white clothes and wine, Tao Ling carries himself with him.

6. The end of the ninth month (autumn character) Yuan Zhen

Thirty years after the frost, there is only one autumn leaf left. Xuanyin welcomes the setting sun, and the cold soul is exhausted.

In the middle of the night, the ashes move to Guan, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty wears fur. Pan is happy tonight, don't be sad in your poems.

Poems describing frost

7. Bai Juyi at the end of the year

Frost falls and water returns to the valley, and the wind falls and trees return to the mountains. As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.

How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years? The fate of the settlement has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.

Also taste your heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself. Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.

Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find.

8. Relegated to Bai Juyi

With a thin face and forty-four spots on his head, he was relegated to Jiangzhou as a county official. Abandoned at the right time and never talented,

Why is it that you are not old and weak? Fire burns the pines in the cold streams to ashes, and the frost falls on the spring forest flowers.

How can it be God’s will to suffer from glory and despair for a while?

9. Playing with Still Water Bai Juyi

Those who move enjoy flowing water, and those who remain still enjoy still water. It is better to make profit than to flow, and to discern the shape is not as good as stopping.

The frost has fallen in the early morning and the gentle breeze has risen. The red leaves are blooming in the middle, and the green leaves are blooming in the four corners.

It is eight or nine feet wide and narrow, surrounded by a bay with an edge. It is three or four feet deep and shallow.

The crane's feet are clearly visible, and the fish's tail is clearly visible. Look into your eyes and wash away the dust in your eyes, let your heart wander across your chest.

There is no difference between Dingjiang and Zen, and Ming and sincerity are similar. A man who is pure can discipline a greedy husband, but a man who is indifferent can make friends with gentlemen.

It’s not just about playing in vain, it’s also about analogy. The mind that desires to know tranquility is the only source of the mind.