There are too many ancient poems that express the influence of temperature on latitude. I will write them slowly, please read patiently.
Let’s start with a more famous modern song.
Qinyuanchun ? Snow Mao Zedong
The scenery of the North is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing. The silver snake dances on the mountain, and the original wax image is relaxed, hoping to compete with the gods. On a sunny day, it is particularly charming to see the red clothes and plain clothes.
The following are ancient poems:
Bian Ci by Zhang Jingzhong
Spring in Wuyuan comes late as usual, and the poplars are hanging in February without hanging silk.
Now that the ice is blooming on the river bank, it is the time when flowers are falling in Chang'an.
My girlfriend complained about Zhou in
Trying on Luo Yi in February in the south of the Yangtze River, when the spring is over and the snow in Yanshan is still flying.
It should be that Zigui couldn’t cry, and even though his hometown was so nice, he didn’t want to go back.
In the autumn of the sixth year, the title of White Lotus is re-titled by Bai Juyi
The plain room contains dew and fresh jade crowns, and the cyanotic leaves are rounded by the wind.
Originally, the lotus root was offered by Wuzhou, but now it is the parasitic lotus in Yishui.
It has moved its roots three thousand miles here and has been bearing fruit for six or seven years now.
Not only are the flowers in the pond old, but they are also picking flowers in the old days.
Eat lychees Su Shi
It is spring at the foot of Luofu Mountain, and the oranges and bayberries are fresh every time.
If you eat three hundred lychees a day, you might as well grow up to be a Lingnan native.
The Book of Boats, Jinli, by Qu Dajun
In the first summer at Jinli Ruins, every house was covered with banana silk.
The kapok tree has no leaves, while the banyan tree has many roots and branches.
The west water is right and the two gorges are in a hurry. The east wind must not delay the sails.
The partridge is originally a bird that urges people to return home, and their cries are unknown to people in the Qingshan Mountains.
In February in Liuzhou, the banyan leaves have all fallen off.
Liu Zongyuan
The official affairs and thoughts are desolate, half-spring turns like autumn.
After the rain in the mountain city, all the flowers are gone, and the banyan leaves are all over the garden and the orioles are flying around.
Visiting Wuzhou and asking questions of the Song Dynasty
There is no frost in the southern country, and the beauty of things can be seen year after year.
When the green forest changes to darkness, the red pistils continue to bloom.
When spring comes, you can hear mountain birds, and when autumn comes, you can see sea crabs.
Although the fragrance is pleasant, I will cry in Changsha.
Fujian City, Dusk, Sadu Ci
There is no snow in Lingnan in the early spring, and flowers are sold on the streets in the twelfth lunar month.
New Year's Eve is approaching for people in Haiguo, and the city is full of camellias wet with light rain.
Wuyi tea-picking poem Zha Shenxing
The lychee flowers have fallen in Nanxiang, and the longan flowers have bloomed in Jianyang.
As we approach Lancangdong Ferry, the mountains are filled with the scent of roasted tea.
The fisherman is proud? A poem about the Southern Yunnan Moon Festival by Yang Shen
Spring is early in southern Yunnan in the first month, and the camellia trees are in full bloom.
The gorgeous plum blossoms and peaches are overwhelming, well decorated, and the garden is full of red cloud islands.
Drought Winter Bai Juyi
The weather in Jiangnan is good in October, but the poor winter scenery is like spring!
The frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry out the desert sand.
The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the bark of cold cherry trees is as white as wild flowers.
At this time, the idle people are drunk, and the five horses have no way to enter the restaurant.
Du Po Ne Sha Li Yi
Seeing the wind blowing and the sand swirling and moving, I lose track of the grass growing time.
Mo Yan said that there is no spring in the north of the Great Wall, but there will always be spring. Who knows!
A playful reply to Yuan Zhen and Ouyang Xiu
The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February.
There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to the freezing thunder.
Hearing the singing of wild geese at night makes me homesick, and I feel the beauty of things as I enter the new year.
I was once a guest of Luoyang flowers. Although the wild flowers are late, there is no need to complain.
Qilian Mountain Chen Di
Immediately look at Qilian, whose peaks are so high that they reach into the sky.
Walking westward to Jiayu Valley, there is no green smoke.
The peaks of the mountain are arched together with Li, and the sea is far away.
It is snowy in April and frosty in June.
What I like is that the sun is shining brightly and the snow is disappearing so that the fields can be irrigated.
You can replace Yuze, you can use Liuquan.
Three arrows shot the general, and his reputation spread throughout the world.
Who is the one who hangs the bow? Thousands of years can be compared.
Miscellaneous chants beyond the Great Wall by Lin Zexu
The Tianshan Mountains towering over Qiong Yao lead me to the westward journey accompanied by loneliness.
I smiled at Tianshan Mountain, my head covered with clear snow.
When Xu Lan leaves the Yongguan Pass
The general will be granted the title of Marquis when he leaves, so why are the soldiers willing to stay?
The peach blossoms behind the horse and the snow before the horse, leaving the pass will not win the battle. Look back.
Luo Fu's Song of Snow Qu Dajun
There has been no heavy snowfall in Qiaonan since ancient times, but the Luofu Fire Cave has been restored.
Mountain people do not know ice and frost, and the white dew condenses in the vagina.
This year’s winter is too bitter and cold, and the snowflakes are as tall as a jade plate.
The beautiful girl Magu is all white-headed, and her four hundred grains have disappeared from the peaks.
Is that enough?