Our understanding of "Lidong" cannot just stop at the meaning of the beginning of winter. Tracing back to its origins, the ancients’ understanding of “Li” is the same as that of modern people, meaning establishment and beginning. Let’s learn some poems about the beginning of winter.
"The Beginning of Winter" Wang Zhideng
The autumn wind blows away the old courtyard, and the yellow leaves and red maples pass by.
A little Zen lantern illuminates the half-moon. It’s colder tonight than last night.
The biting cold wind seems to be a commentary on winter. The beginning of winter has passed and the weather is getting colder. Yellow leaves and red maples filled the ground, and the sky became open. A lamp, a half-moon, and every night is colder than the last.
"The Beginning of Winter" by Li Bai
I am too lazy to write new poems with frozen pen, but the wine is warm in the cold furnace.
Looking at the ink flowers and the white moon while drunk, I feel like the village is full of snow.
In winter, when the warm sun shines, people become lazy. Quietly stop thinking, warm a pot of good wine, and treat sweet dreams as delicacies to accompany the wine.
"Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter" by Qiu Yuan
The drizzle brings coldness but there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow.
Xiaochun has only been gone for a few days, and the plum blossoms are blooming everywhere.
The Qifeng is full of loose tea smoke, and the light rain is slightly wet on the seat felt.
I believe that this year’s cold weather will come early. My cloth is brown and not filled with cotton.
Spring seems to have just passed, and winter has arrived in the blink of an eye. The winter rain falls in patter, and the temperature also drops with the rain. The poet who was not wearing cotton-padded clothes was walking on the road and lamented that the cold this year came earlier than last year.
"The Beginning of Winter" Purple Gold Frost
The fallen lotus pond is full of dry eyes, and the west wind is gradually blowing from the north.
The boxwood is stubborn and uniform, while the white birch is soft and sparse.
The cold frost on the door can wake up the bones, and the remaining light on the window makes it easy to read.
I made an appointment with Sanjiu to chant plum blossoms and snow, and also borrowed my own small stove.
The west wind turned into a howling north wind, and the white birch and boxwood trees stood upright in the cold wind. Open the window and the cool breeze will refresh you. Winter is a good time to read!
"On September 26th, the snow has not yet snowed, and most people from the north have clouds." Fang Hui
It is still ten days since the beginning of winter, and the clothes are not filled with cotton.
The wind blew over the house in the middle of the night, and filled the boat with snow in the morning.
It’s strange to be unlucky, but I am the most pitiable.
The open sleeves hide sore fingers, and the frozen shoulders are shrugged while leaning on the railing.
The withered intestines suddenly become desolate, while the remaining chrysanthemums are still fresh.
Those who are poor and have no quilt should suffer from many diseases.
Winter is here, and the snow in the north must be on its way. The leaves have fallen and the flowers have faded. When the world loses its colorful colors, people can easily become melancholy.
"Walking in the Wild at the Beginning of Winter" by Wen Jue
The chanting is not afraid of the distance, and the scenery is worth copying.
The clear sky and water merge into each other, and the air of autumn and winter begins to merge.
Drinking from the rainbow and dissolving the song of the sea, the wild geese descend to the pond.
You must take advantage of the moon to return home, and knock on the pine door at night.
During the transition between autumn and winter, take advantage of the moon to travel and watch the sun break through the horizon. The sky is high and the sky is high, and the beautiful scenery is within my heart. Walking in the wild and listening to the clear trickle of water is a unique pleasure.
"Hearing Thunder at the Beginning of Winter" by Su Zhe
If the yang is not restrained, you will suffer from constant pain for half a year.
Grain and millet feed locust borers, and japonica rice feeds on the mainland.
The people are hungry and the people are supported, and wheat is a good place to stay in the evening of autumn.
Min Ran waits for a rain, and the frost falls and the water spring shrinks.
It’s the morning of the dynasty in Ulshan, and the torrential rain is pouring down.
The menstrual period becomes more and more violent, and the winter will become more and more frowning.
Spring thunder breaks out in the middle of the night, and the wheel turns in the middle of the sky.
The old man couldn’t sleep, and the young child was frightened and cried.
Looking at the courtyard, the pines and chrysanthemums are half destroyed and bald.
The dead grass sprouts latently, and the dormant insects lurk in chaos.
If the firewood does not come out of the market, it will be cooked in the morning and not cooked in the afternoon.
If the first seed is not put into the ground, it will be difficult to have a full stomach.
The scholar wrote the ancient sayings, and Hong Fan left a note.
There is no midfielder at this time, so whoever wants to report this should be informed.
The rumbling thunder in the middle of the night scared the young children to tears, and the old poet had a sleepless night. When I got up in the morning, I found that the pine and chrysanthemums in the yard were damaged by the rain and looked very pitiful. Plants and animals seemed to go into hibernation overnight.
"The frost on the day before the beginning of winter has a feeling for chrysanthemums" Qian Shi
Last night the frost was cold, and the catkins were covered with red leaves.
The west wind has swept away the garden.
On the last day of autumn, the weather has become frosty and the red leaves are all over the steps. The west wind swept away the garden, leaving only the chrysanthemums blooming.
"Composition on the Beginning of Winter" by Lu You
The room is small and the wealth is knee-high, and the walls are low and only reach the shoulders.
Just after the month of Shiyi, I met Shi Qiu Tian again.
An inch of camp stove charcoal is called a piece of cloth or quilt.
I have always been a teacher in the back alleys, and I feel happy everywhere.
Although he lives in a shabby house and faces various difficulties in life, none of these can dampen the poet's fighting spirit, because he understands that the most important thing in life is to have an optimistic heart.
"Staying at the Bamboo Palace during the Beginning of Winter Festival to mourn Yao Gaoshi" Cheng Gongxu
The golden crucian carp is still covered in the algae stream, and the fragrant jade rhizome is not broken by the plum blossoms.
Life is all illusion in a blink of an eye, and it’s an old writer who has to prove it.
On the winter solstice, I think of old friends. Although the memory is there, the old friend is no longer around. Beautiful things are like the rushing river, which cannot be caught. Life is like a soap bubble in the sun, everything becomes empty when you turn around.
"Writing on a Boat on a Winter Night" by Fan Chengda
People get older year by year, and the coldness increases with the rain.
You can see firewood fires on the top of the mountain, and fishing lanterns at the bottom of the water.
There are thousands of wave shadows, and there are only a few edges in the sand marks.
If you want to return to Mount Emei, you have to wait until morning.
It was cold and rainy, so I went to the riverside at night. Watching the fishing lanterns and woodcutter fires, sighing at the shadows of the waves and the yellow sand. Although the years are passing by and the hair has grown, people are still old and the scenery at night is not enough to satisfy people. They have to wait until daytime to explore it again.
"The Beginning of Winter" by Lu Wengui
Why should it rain so early? Autumn is gradually entering winter.
The yellow flowers are alone with dew, and the red leaves have been blown by the wind.
While thinking about the cold horn blowing, the village song sounds like late spring.
The fence gate is lying high day by day, and I am lazy and ashamed of my achievements.
At the beginning of winter, the weather is not too cold yet, and it always feels like it is still in "late autumn". The red leaves and yellow flowers met again at this moment. Wrapping up the blanket tightly, lying on the couch, such a lazy life inevitably made people feel guilty. Verses on the Beginning of Winter: Two Immediate Poems on the Beginning of Winter
Verses on the Beginning of Winter
The drizzle brings coldness but there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow. Xiaochun has only been gone for a few days, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is blooming somewhere.
——"Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter" by Qiu Yuan of the Song Dynasty
The tea smoke is scattered in the Qifeng, and the seat felt is slightly wet with light rain. I believe that this year's cold weather is coming early. My cloth is brown and not filled with cotton.
——Qiu Yuan of the Song Dynasty, "Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter"
The lotus pond is full of dry eyes, and the west wind is gradually blowing from the north. The boxwood is stubborn and uniform, while the white birch is soft and sparse. The cold frost on the door can wake up the bones, and the remaining light on the window makes it easy to read. I made an appointment with Sanjiu to chant plum blossoms and snow, and also borrowed my own small stove. ——Zi Jinshuang's "The Beginning of Winter"
The Beginning of Winter is still ten days old, and the clothes are not yet filled with cotton. The wind blew over the house in the middle of the night and filled the boat with snow in the morning. It’s strange to be unlucky at times, but I am the most pitiable. The sore fingers are hidden in the open sleeves, and the frozen shoulders are shrugged while leaning on the railing. The withered intestines are suddenly desolate, and the remaining chrysanthemums are still fresh. Those who are poor and have no quilt are likely to suffer from many diseases.
——Fang Hui of the Song Dynasty "On September 26th, the snow has not yet snowed, and most of the people in the north are gone"
The autumn wind blows away the old Tingke, and the yellow leaves and red maples Stayed as a guest. A little Zen lamp lights up the half-moon. It's colder tonight than last night.
——"The Beginning of Winter" by Wang Zhideng of the Ming Dynasty
New poems are written lazily with frozen pens, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace. Drunk, looking at the ink flowers and the white moon, I suddenly feel that the village in front of me is full of snow.
——"The Beginning of Winter" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The chanting is not afraid of the distance, and the scenery is worth copying. The sky and water are clear and the air of autumn and winter begins to merge. Drink the rainbow to eliminate the song of the sea, and the wild geese go down to the pond. You have to ride the moon to go back, and knock on the loose door at night. ——Song Dynasty Shi Wenjue's "Walking in the Fields at the Beginning of Winter"
If the yang is not restrained, you will suffer from constant pain for half a year. Grass and millet feed on locust borers, and japonica and rice feed on the mainland. The people are hungry and the people are strong, and wheat is a good place to stay in the autumn evening. Min Ran waits for a rain, and the frost falls and the water spring shrinks. Gathering at Ulsan Chaojun, the torrential rain pours over the sky. The situation becomes more violent during the ten-day period, and the winter becomes more and more wilted. Spring thunder breaks out in the middle of the night, and the wheel turns in the middle of the sky. The old man couldn't sleep, and the young child started crying. Looking at the courtyard, the pines and chrysanthemums are half destroyed and bald. The latent grass sprouts, and the dormant insects lurk in chaos. The firewood does not come out of the market, and it is not cooked in the morning and in the afternoon. If the first seed is not put into the ground, it will be difficult to have a full stomach. The scholar wrote the ancient sayings, and Hong Fan left a letter. There is no middle-level king at this time, so who should tell me this? ——Su Che, Song Dynasty, "Hearing Thunder at the Beginning of Winter"
Last night, the clear frost and cold catkins covered the steps with red leaves. The west wind has swept away the garden, but only the yellow flowers live up to the autumn.
——Song Dynasty Qian Shi's "The frost on the day before the beginning of winter has feelings for the chrysanthemums"
The room is small and wealthy, and the walls are as low as the shoulders. Just past the month of Shiyi, I met Shi Qiu Tian again. An inch of charcoal accumulated in a camp stove is called cotton quilt. I live in the back alleys of my life, and feel happy everywhere. ——Lu You, Song Dynasty, "Composition on the Beginning of Winter"
What can I say about the sky? The four seasons move and all things come into being. What does the sky say? What did it say? Four o'clock: four seasons. OK: Run. As the four seasons move, all things come into being: the four seasons continue to move and all things grow. ——"The Analects·Yang Huo"
There is no yang in winter, no yin in summer, no miserable wind in spring, and no bitter rain in autumn. ——"Zuo Zhuan·The Fourth Year of Zhaogong"
In spring, all things are prosperous, and I feel their life and mourn their death; in summer, all kinds of grass and hazelnuts are everywhere, and when I see their prosperity, I know they are in decline; in autumn, they are also severe Frost is coming, and those who are worried will be unhappy about it; in winter, the Yin Qi accumulates, and those who are sad will be happy about it.
——Lu Zhaolin of the Tang Dynasty, "Shi Ji Wen·Bei Fu" 12 of Xi Murong's most beautiful short poems
01
I am a blooming flower Xia He,
I wish you could see me now.
The wind and frost have not yet come to erode,
The autumn rain has not yet fallen.
The green season has gone far away from me again.
I am now tall and graceful, not worried or afraid.
Now, it is,
the most beautiful moment,
The heavy door has been locked,
Behind the fragrant smile ,
Who knows what I, Lian, am thinking.
You who have no chance,
Either you came too early, or,
It’s too late...
——Xi Murong’s "Lian"
02
You paint sadness on the corners of your eyes
I wipe wandering on my forehead
You add a few strands of white hair with your thoughts
I let the years carve my haggard hands
Then we passed each other on the street corner
Indifferently no longer Acquaintance
Ah
Dear friend
Please don’t blame that time for changing people’s appearance
We ourselves are the makeup artists
p>——Xi Murong's "Encounter"
03
I have been looking forward to a beautiful love
So I will give you my love without hesitation Abandonment
On the way to wandering, I kept searching
But I didn’t expect that when I looked back
Young you have never left me
You are still in my heart
I sing it repeatedly when spring comes
The gray sand and scorching sun on Binjiang Road
The one in front of Lishui Street Moonlight
Who picked the jasmine in the garden early in the morning?
The skirt flying in the wind on the bow of the ferry
Flying in the wind and then one after another Fall
Years buried deep in the soil turn into amber
Before the gray dawn, I look back with sadness
Dear friend
Does a bird need to burn itself to become a phoenix
Does youth need to be ignorant
Love must be sad
——Xi Murong's "Looking Back"
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04
Always hope
that moonlit night when I was twenty
to come back again
to live like that again Once
However
Shang Shifeng
Tang Shiyu
How many flowers
How many idle girls
Thinking that after they turned back on the jade steps
they could only cut the roses in vain
and insert them into the vase
—— Xi Murong's "Thousand Years of Wishes"
05
The woman waded into the river to pick hibiscus
It was just yesterday
And the white clouds that have been on the river for thousands of years
have only left behind
a few anonymous poems
So my experience today
What's the difference?
The love that once made me cry like that
When I look back, it's just like a dream
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——Xi Murong's "Enlightenment"
06
I like the wilderness where dusk has not yet dawned
At this time
All the colors have calmed
But the darkness has not yet come
In the lush green on the hill
There is still the last touch of passion
I also like the end of life
At this time
All the stories have been formed
But the ending has not yet come
I look back again with a smile
Looking for my once hesitant and miserable heart
——Xi Murong's "Evening Song"
07
I know that beautiful people will never stay for anyone.
So, I hung my love and sadness on the wall for exhibition,
and sold it
——Xi Murong, "Painting Exhibition"
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Why do I still love you
The sea has overflowed
The beach of my life< /p>
And retreated so quickly
Rolling away the youth
Rolling away the youth
Sprinkling the sky with water Stars
The mountains are still the same and the trees are still the same
The water under my feet is no longer the same as yesterday
The wind is clear and the clouds are light
Wild lilies are scattered around On the mountain top at dusk
Who turns into a laurel tree under the moonlight
Can escape the longing of the night
—— Xi Murong's "The Wish of the Laurel Tree" < /p>
09
Please do not believe in my beauty
Do not believe in my love either
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I have the heart of an actor
So please don’t
Don’t take my sorrow seriously
And don’t follow my lead Performing Heartbreak
Dear friend, this life and this life
I am just an actor
I will always be in other people’s stories
Flow my own Tears
- "The Actor" by Xi Murong
10
Don't stop just because it might change
Refuse to say that beautiful vow
Don’t dare to ask for a heart-to-heart meeting just because you might be separated
There is always something
It will stay
Leave it as an indestructible mark
So that those who don't know it can also know it
How I once loved you deeply
——Xi Murong's "Mark"
11
In such ancient years
The same story once happened
Is the woman playing the harp also sixteen years old?
Or is it me tonight?
It’s that woman
She’s been waiting for thousands of years playing the konghou
That gentle and humble soul
It’s the one who wasted her time when the orioles were in full bloom. Crying
That same person
So even if I cry, don’t laugh at me for being weak
How many dynasties have women singing the same song
There have been many separations under the tree full of magnolia
And how much beauty there is in this warm spring night
The voice once sang the ancient lovesickness song
——Xi Murong's "Ancient Lovesickness Song"
12
If I came to this world again
< p> Just to be with you onceJust for that moment in billions of light years
All the sweetness and sadness in that moment
Then let everything go Everything that should happen happens in an instant
Let me bow my head and thank all the planets for their help
Let me meet you and leave you
Completed a poem written by God
And then grew old slowly
——Xi Murong's "Decision" Five Ancient Poems on the Beginning of Autumn
"The Beginning of Autumn"
[Song Dynasty] Liu Han
The crows of milk and crows scatter the jade screen in the sky, and a pillow is cool and a fan of wind blows.
There is no place to look for the autumn colors when I wake up. The steps are full of sycamores and the moon is shining brightly.
"Entering the Garden on the Beginning of Autumn"
[Tang Dynasty] Bai Juyi
Walking alone at the head of Qujiang River, he returned to his horse late to go to Leyou.
With the bleak cool breeze and the faded temples, who can tell how autumn will last.
"Returning Home from Beijing after the Beginning of Autumn"
[Tang Dynasty] Li Ying
When the fence falls and I return home in autumn, I see the bean blossoms, and the bamboo gate serves as a horizontal bridge on the water bank.
It is appropriate to clear the mat when it rains in the Songzhai, and the solitary lamp in the Buddhist chamber faces the gauze.
It is as lazy as a snake when it comes to holding on to sorrow all day long.
Is there any bass near the Xijiang River? Zhang Han arrived home in his boat.
"When will the poppy flowers and autumn moon come"
[Five Dynasties] Li Yu
When will the spring flower and autumn moon come? How much do you know about the past?
The east wind blew again in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the moonlight.
The carved railings and jade inlays should still be there, but the beauty has been changed.
How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
"Huaifang Yuanwai on the Beginning of Autumn"
[Ming Dynasty] Yang Ji
In the past few days, the Western Qing Dynasty has covered the screen, and the green dust and moss have filled the leisure hall.
When you are sick, you have few things to worry about and feel healthy; when you are drunk, you have many worries and you just want to wake up.
When the bell rings by mistake, the night magpies fly, and when the books are spread out, the autumn fireflies fall.
Pingzong has left to the southeast, and each listens to the wind and rain.