In the Tang Dynasty, Meng Jiao was cold and blue, and the north wind was called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day. Knocking on a stone can't make a fire. What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It is frozen in this chapter.
Classical Jun: The poet deliberately described a realm of cold death with cold tones and a poor and sad singer image in this realm, and the sad feelings floated in the artistic conception of cold death.
Ode to the Great Cold In the Song Dynasty, the old snow in Shao Yong did not disappear, but the new snow was crowded again. Frozen silver bed in front of the steps, ice stalactites under the eaves. There is no honor in the Qing dynasty, and the wind is angry. Every species has its own tongue, and words can't be spit out.
Classical Jun: It's freezing in the cold, the wind is whistling, it's not warm in the cold, people dare not speak when they meet, and the image truly expresses the cold in the cold.
"Cold food" Han Wei? In the Tang dynasty, flowers flew everywhere in the spring city, and the east wind was cold and the willows were oblique. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
In Chang 'an in late spring, catkins are flying all over the sky, and there are countless red flowers. Cold food festival, the east wind blows the willow in the imperial city. In the evening, the Han Palace sent candles to the princes and ministers, and the light smoke drifted to the emperor's favorite home.
"Knowing pines and cypresses at the age of cold" Huang Tingjian's pines and cypresses in the Northern Song Dynasty are the only children, and the seasons are evergreen. If you hide your heart, it will fade, and when you get old, you will know that you are cold. The late frost is bleak and round. Let the ants hole it, it's too late without an axe. Shake down the tranquility of the Millennium and dance sadly. Gong Zheng helped Zhenguan. He had never seen Feng Yi.
This poem describes the cold season. In the ice and snow, pines and cypresses still stand in the frozen snow with their arrogant and honest personality and evergreen attitude. The whole poem, especially "Shake down for a thousand years, dance with sorrow", is even more intriguing, writing the soul of pines and cypresses in the cold winter.