Ancient Poems of Lidong Festival Weather
Ancient Poems of Lidong Festival Weather, the twenty-four seasons is a very important festival in China, and many farmers sow seeds according to the twenty-four seasons, and the winter solstice is a festival of entering winter, here and I come to know what are the ancient poems of Lidong Festival Weather.
The 'ancient poems of the winter solstice' 1Lidong
Tang - Li Bai
The freezing pen is too lazy to write new poems, and the cold stove is warmed with fine wine.
Drunkenly watching the ink flower and the white moon, it is doubtful that the snow is full of the previous village.
Written in a boat on the night of winter
Song-Fan Chengda
People grow old by the year, and the cold increases with the rain.
I am looking at the woodcutter's fire on the hill, and the fisherman's lamp under the water.
The shadow of the waves is a thousand folds, and the sand traces are few.
The Emei is a place where you have to wait until the morning.
Winter Scenery
Song - Liu Kezhuang
Clear window early to love the sunrise, the sound of autumn outside the bamboo is gradually made powerful.
I ordered the servants to arrange a new warm cabinet, and called the children to iron the old cold clothes.
The wine is ripe in the leaves, and the crab is fat in the oranges.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
The day before the winter in the Smoke and Rain Pavilion
Song-Ge Shaodi
The chrysanthemums were planted on the day of the sun, and the colors of the fall were frosty.
I don't want to say that the wind will blow tomorrow, but I'm sure it's going to break my heart.
Winter
Song-Qiu Yuan
The rain is cold and frosty, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow.
The spring has gone for a long time, and the plum blossoms are in full bloom.
The day before winter frost on the chrysanthemums have feelings
Song - Qian Shi
Last night's frost cold flocculation bedecked, have red leaves full of steps.
The garden is swept away by the west wind, but the yellow flowers are not responsible for the fall.
Leaning on the fence at night
Song - Feng Bogui
Suddenly, the fall is over, and the winter will come tomorrow.
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you in a white lotus blossom.
The letter of inquiry is late, and there is a cricketing sound.
All night long the smoke is gone, and I can hear the evening bell. The only thing that can be taught in the wild is that the heart is broken,
What is the matter with a thousand people who are looking for a net? The title of the book is "The Hundredth Horse", and it is a title that has been used for many years.
The Peng is in the way of the nine heavens, and the rabbit hides in the three dens, so don't worry.
The black eagle is not on earth, and the sea is from the North Pole.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
The Miles of cold air is only one day, and the golden eyes and jade claws are not extraordinary.
Winter
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The freezing of the pen is lazy to write new poems, and the cold stove is warmed.
Drunkenly watching the ink flower and the white moon, it is doubtful that the snow fills the front village.
Leaning on the rail in the evening
Song Feng Bogui
Suddenly the fall is over, and winter will start tomorrow.
I am happy to see you in a white hibiscus.
The letter of inquiry is late, and there is a cricketing sound in the cold.
All night long, the smoke is gone, but I can hear the bells of the watchtower.
Made in a Boat on a Winter's Night
Song Fan Chengda
People grow old by the year, and the cold increases with the rain. The first time I saw it, I saw the woodcutter's fire on the mountain, and the fisherman's lamps under the water.
The waves and the shadows are a thousand folds, and the sand traces are not a few ridges. The first thing you need to do is to get to the top of the mountain and see what's going on.
September 26th SnowYou have not yet seen the north people cloud most of the time is not
Song Fang Hui
Winter is still ten days, the clothes have not yet loaded sheep. The wind is blowing over the house in the middle of the night, and the snow is filling the boat in the morning.
It's not the right time to be blamed, and I feel sorry for my old age. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
The dead bowels of the body are in a state of mourning, but the chrysanthemums are still fresh and beautiful. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
The Chrysanthemums Bloomed After Winter This Year
Song Lu You
The bed of Hu was moved to the chrysanthemum beds, and the drinking utensils were carried in the cold and sour hands. The first thing I'd like to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
The fragrance of the cooking of the foot of the sheep, breaking the precepts are still ashamed to break the navel of the crab. I was drunk and drove the yellow calf out, and I was about to plow the plow in the winter sunshine. --Li Bai, "Returning to the Old Mountain on a Winter's Day"
2, the hundred springs are frozen and swallowed, I chanted the cold more cut. --Tang Liu Dai "Bitter Cold Minstrelsy"
3. The winds of the bamboo are frightening, and the door is open to the snow-covered mountains. --Wang Wei, "Remembering Hu Jushi's House in Winter Evening in the Snow"
4. The cold weather of the winter has arrived, and the north wind is miserable. --- Han - "Ancient Poetry Meng Winter Cold Weather to"
5, the north wind and its harmonious music, rain and snow fall. -- "Poetry Classic - Name of the wind - North Wind"
6, Jiangshan not night moon thousands of miles, heaven and earth selfless jade ten thousand homes. --Huang Geng "Snow"
7, the sky is cold and blue, the north wind called the withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracked text, and the short day has cold light. --Meng Jiao "Bitter Cold Chant"
8, I do not know the court shrapnel fell today, suspected that the forest flowers opened last night. --Song Zhiwen, "The Snow in the Garden"
9, the bleak winds of the twilight of the year, the cataracts of the snow through the day. The ears have no sound, and the eyes are already clean. --Tao Yuanming, "In the middle of the twelfth month of the twelfth year of the year Kemo and his younger brother Jingyuan"
10, the ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. --Li Bai, "Mocking Wang Liyang's Refusal to Drink Wine"
11: The north wind is cold, and the rain and snow fall. -- Han Yu "plum flower two songs"
14, the battle back jade dragon three million, defeated scales and armor flying all over the sky. --Hu Chai, "Campsis Fishing Hidden Words"
15, the stream is deep and difficult to snow, the mountain freezes and does not flow clouds. --Hong Sheng, "Snow Watch"
16. The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands. --Li Bai "Mocking Wang Liyang refuses to drink wine"
17, the sky is cold and green, the north wind called the withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracked text, and the short day has a cold light. --Meng Jiao's "Bitter Cold Minstrelsy"
18, a hundred springs are frozen and swallowed, I minstrelsy cold more cut. --Liu Dai's "Bitter Cold Minstrelsy"
19, a few plums in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold. --Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms"
20. The ancient garrison is cold, and the Great Wilderness is white with snow. --Li Chip's "Listening to Dong Da Playing Hu"
21. The white grass is folded by the north wind, and the snow flies in August in the Hutian sky. --Cen Sen's "Sending Wu in White Snow Song"
22. The year of twilight is short, and the frost and snow at the end of the world clear up the cold night. --Du Fu "Pavilion Night"
23, wash the soldiers on the sea wave, put the horse Tianshan snow in the grass. --Li Bai "war south of the city"
24, the north wind its cool, rain and snow its snow. --Li Bai's "Walking in the North Wind"
26, laying down plums like snow mess, whisked all over the body is still full. --Li Yu "Qing Ping Le"
27, ten thousand miles of cold light snow, three side of the dawn color moving dangerous flag. --Zu Yong, "Looking at the Gate of the Thistle"
28. The tree at the head of my inkstone pond has blossomed with light ink traces. --Lu You "Bu San Zi - Winged Plum"
31, a piece of snow flying alone, a hundred miles to see the fall. --Li Bai "Watching the release of the white eagle - one of the"
32, generals fox fur lying warm, all protect the sword frozen want to break. --Cen Sen "Tianshan Snow Song Sending Xiao Zhi Back to the Capital"
33, the time and personnel day to day, the winter solstice Yang Sheng spring again. --Du Fu's "Small Arrival"
34, the scarf hair snow scramble out, mirror face Zhu withered early. --Wang Anshi, "The Cold Eclipse of the Imjin Year"
35, the drums are moving when the thunder is hidden, the beast's head lingers in the snow slightly. --Lu Zhao's "Poem on the Race to the Ferry"
36, lattice winds startle the bamboo, open the door to the snow-covered mountains. --Wang Wei, "Winter Evening Snow Memories of Hu Jushi's Home"
37, last night's music and songs are easily dispersed, and waking up from the wine adds to the infinite sadness. --Feng Yansi "Magpie Treading Branches - Plum Drops Branches Ten Million Pieces"
38, yellow cloud ten thousand miles to move the wind color, the white wave of the nine channels flow snow mountain. --Li Bai, "The Ballad of Mount Lushan"
39, looking at the road of the journey, the sadness is lost, and it is difficult to organize the feelings of separation. --Lu Hiei "Ruihexian - Plum"
40, the South Tower does not hate to play the flute, hate the dawn breeze, thousands of miles off the mountain. --Wu Wenying, "The High Balcony - Falling Plums"