Ancient Poems about the East 1. Poems about the East
Ten Ancient Poems about the Winter Solstice
Poems about the Winter Solstice (1):
As small as
(Tang) Du Fu
When the weather is urgent, the winter solstice is sunny and spring comes again.
Embroidering five lines to add weak lines, blowing six tubes to move fly ash.
the shore is ready for the willows, and the mountains are cold and want to blossom.
clouds and things are different in different countries, so teach your children to take the cup in their hands.
Poems on the Winter Solstice (II):
Winter Solstice
(Tang) Du Fu
was a guest from year to day, and suddenly he was poor and worried about killing people!
Jiangshang described me as a lonely old man, and the custom of dating on the horizon.
After the snow falls, the calamus comes to Danhe, and the jade dynasty comes to disperse Zichen.
my heart is broken at this time, so where can I look for Sanqin?
Poems on the Winter Solstice (III): Night of the Winter Solstice in Handan
(Tang) Bai Juyi
Every winter solstice in Handan Post Office, I hold my knees in front of the lamp.
if you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about people who travel far away.
Winter Solstice Poetry (IV):
Xin You's Winter Solstice
(Song) Land Tour
Today, it's south, and our door is silent.
A poor family pays little attention to holidays, and old people are afraid to grow old.
after the sacrifice, all the worshippers are supported, and they go to bed alone early.
I only want to explore the dream of spring, and I have circled the mirror lake.
Winter Solstice Poetry (V):
Winter Solstice Feeling
(Song) Mei Yaochen
sobbed and wanted to be kind to her face, but she felt sad about things.
since ancient times, Jiuquan has died, and it has followed the new sun.
if you are born with a different life, you will admire him.
a man inherits his world, and after a decline, he prospers.
Poems on the Winter Solstice (VI):
Wandering alone in Jixiang Temple on the Winter Solstice
(Song) Su Shi
There was a faint sunshine at the bottom of the well, and it was chilly, rainy and wet.
who is more like master su? He is not willing to come alone when he spends time.
Winter Solstice Poetry (VII):
Winter Solstice
(Song) Zhu Shuzhen
The yellow bell should be well regulated and urged by the wind, and the yin is hidden and the yang is uplifted, and the Shu qi is returned.
the sunflower shadow will grow to the sun, and the plum blossom will bloom first in the slight cold.
Ba Shen's table shows that the sun is 2 years old, and the six tubes are flying and moving.
There are already willows on the shore, which are uneven and want to bring spring.
Winter Solstice Poetry (8):
Manjianghong Winter Solstice
(Song) Fan Chengda
Cold valley is spring-born, and the leaves are smoked and the jade tube blows the valley.
after the new sun, it will be the new year, and it will be auspicious and quiet.
don't wrap your mood in medicine, but add a poem to every festival.
it's not idiotic to smile and be beautiful, but it's not vulgar in the end.
the day lasts forever, which makes sleep mature.
when is it enough to go abroad?
and the group games belong to the same society, and the laughter and songs belong to each other.
Intentionally mediate Yunlu Brewing and report plum blossom songs from the beginning.
if you can't, you will be drunk for a living, so don't be restrained.
Winter Solstice Poems (9):
Water-tuned song head Winter Solstice
(Song) Wang Zongchen
Waiting for the yellow bell to move, blowing out white ashes.
five clouds weigh heavily on the head, and thunder lurks in the ground.
Mo Daoxi's voice is wonderful and silent, and the bamboo is singing and the phoenix is singing, and the nine-inch law is preliminary.
If you want to know the heavenly heart, please learn from Yan Hui.
cold and moderate temperature, when you are poor, you can be confident.
It's picturesque outside Caiyun Mountain. Send me the pen tip.
the first step is to clear the customs, and everything is spinning, and whoever closes it will open it.
it's early in the spring on the official road, and several plums fall from the flute.
Poems on the Winter Solstice (X):
Jiang Chengzi Longyang's view of the Winter Solstice
(Yuan) Yin Zhiping
Six Yin vanishes and one Yang lives. Hidden cute. Snowflakes are light.
99 was severely frozen, and the rivers and seas were frozen.
2. A complete collection of poems about winter
Jiang Xue Tang Liu Zongyuan a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. "Plum Blossoms" Song Wang Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone.
I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance coming. A Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home Tang Censhen the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. Snow flakes fall into the curtain, wet the curtain, fur wear not warm Jinbei is also too thin.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men. The desert iced over thousand feet and there was a crack, and the sky filled with gloom and gloom.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps. In the evening, before the gate of the headquarters, the heavy snow fell, the red flag was frozen and the wind could not be towed.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road. The mountain road twists and turns has not seen you, only to leave a row of horseshoe marks.
The Master of Furong Mountain in a Snow Lodge. In Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty, it is far away from Cangshan Mountain at dusk, and the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns home at night.
on seeing the snow-peak of zhongnan Tang Zuyong see how Zhongnan Mountain soars, with its white top over floating clouds. After the snow Chu Qing, the forest shoot between the sun afterglow, late time, the city of changan added a few more cold.
a suggestion to my friend liu Tang Bai Juyi there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove. There's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?.
"Popular in the North" Tang Li Bai Candle dragon lived in a cold door, and the glory was still blooming. Why doesn't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the North Wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and they blow off Xuanyuan Terrace one by one. You miss your wife in December, stop singing and laugh.
leaning against the door to watch pedestrians, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't mention the sword to save the border, leaving this tiger with gold and shovel. There is a white arrow in
, and the spider spins a web to make dust. The arrow is empty, and people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see it. It's burnt to ashes. The yellow river can hold the soil, but the north wind, rain and snow hate it.
"Bie Dong Da" Tang Gao is a thousand miles away, and it's daytime in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks.
the song of the plug, Tang Lu Lun high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. Just about to lead the light cavalry to catch up, the snow falls full of bow knives.
"Winter Evening" Tang Censhen's sweat and frost blow the world, and there is no business in hot springs and fire wells. Zeguo dragons and snakes are frozen, and Nanshan is thin and cypress.
Answer a Guest in Winter Night Tang Baorong is really cute in winter, so it is better to leak more at night. Fortunately, in the frost dew, horses and chariots have suffered from cold.
it's not a good year to study and plow, and weeds will defeat millet. Don't just leave each other, birds and mice move their nests.
Seeing the heart of a pine tree alone, Ling Shuang protects Rouluo. If this is the case, what is the meaning of leaving grace?
I remember my old husband, and a word is heavy. Playing Chu Jian in the breeze and Yan Ge for the son.
"Early Winter" Tang Bai Juyi In October, the weather in Jiangnan is fine, and the poor winter scenery is like Chunhua. The frost is light and does not kill the grass, and the desert sand is dry at the beginning of the day.
The leaves of old Zhezhe are yellow as tender trees, and the branches of cold cherry are white as wild flowers. At this time, I envy idle people for being drunk, and five horses have no reason to enter the restaurant.
"Negative Winter" Tang Bai Juyi came out in the winter, according to the south corner of my house. Sit with your eyes closed, and your skin will be healthy.
at first, it's like drinking alcoholic mash, and it's like being stung. The external integration is smooth, and the middle is suitable for one thought.
if you forget where you are, your heart is empty. "Winter Night" Tang Bai Juyi's family is poor and dear, and he is ill and makes friends.
there was no one in front of him, and he was lying alone in the village. In the cold, the lights are dim, and the curtain is broken.
In front of the window, I heard the new snow. Sleep gradually for many years, and sit up at midnight.
if you don't learn to sit still and forget your heart, you can live in silence. When you are upright, you will die, and your heart will change.
so for four years, 1,3 nights. "Shousui" Tang Li Shimin Twilight Xiefang Hall, a gorgeous palace.
cold resigns from winter snow, and warm brings spring breeze. The great red candle was lit, and looked like a cluster of flowers.
*** Celebrate the new and the old, and see you off all night. "Work in the Snow" Tang Bai Juyi is in the middle of the year, and the night is cold and snowy.
where will I stay, in front of the stove. Two browns, one scarf.
when the porridge is cooked, you can't sleep well. It's time to mind and body, so don't meddle.
I have lived here for six years. Suddenly, tourists from Philip Burkart, thinking about the early court officials.
stepping on the ice invades the night, and cold ling does not wake up. The heart is your father and your servant.
it's all because of the heart that you are not free. Since my heart is satisfied, my body is at peace.
I should live up to my words.
3. Poems about winter
Wandering alone in Jixiang Temple on the winter solstice
The sunshine at the bottom of the well did not return, and the rustling, cold rain and wet withered. Who is more like master su, not willing to come alone when he spends time?
He Zi is nostalgic by Mianchi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying through the snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei flew that complicated thing.
The old monk died and became a new tower, so there is no reason to see the old topic. Remember whether the past was rugged, and the long road was full of people.
Four Poems about Peony in Ancient Winter
A demon is red and green, and the spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry only wants to present new ingenuity, and it takes less rest if it is not idle.
When the flowers bloom, it rains and winds, but it turns red to the frost. Leaking a private thing in spring, this heart does not believe in nature.
At that time, only Lin Xian, a Taoist crane, could send autumn flowers to send cuckoos. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, teach frost flowers to bloom in spring.
I don't know if the frost enters the small garden, so I change the poetic rhythm into a greeting. I want to see Lan Guan Yong, and I am more interested in Han Lang.
Linjiangxian
In winter and night, the cold and ice meet the well, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. The blue cylinder is bright and clear, and it cries sadly. The green jar is ready to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. There is no contradiction between love and sound. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.
nangezi
amber is worn around the waist, and dragon incense is put into the scarf. Only Yingfeiyan is the predecessor. * * * Look at peeling hands and dancing intently. The catkins turn before the wind, and the plum blossoms are snowy and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for novelty. However, Zhou Lang's care will win the pearl and treasure.
Jiang Shenzi
When they meet, they feel cold at first, so they respect the past and cherish the fleeting time. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I'll have less fun.
turn your head down the hill and look around. It's a long road. The silver sea is wide, where is detachment. Know whether the old friends miss each other, carry Cui sleeves and lean on Zhu Lan.
bodhisattva man
snowflakes fly to warm and melt the fragrant cheeks, and the fragrant cheeks melt the flying snow. Deceive the snow as a single garment, while Ren Xue deceives the single garment. Don't bear plums at other times, and don't bear plums at other times. Don't hate to open late, and hate to leave late.
4. Poems about winter
Wandering alone in Jixiang Temple on the winter solstice
The sunshine at the bottom of the well did not return, and the rustling, cold rain and wet withered. Who is more like master su, not willing to come alone when he spends time?
He Zi is nostalgic by Mianchi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying through the snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei flew that complicated thing.
The old monk died and became a new tower, so there is no reason to see the old topic. Remember whether the past was rugged, and the long road was full of people.
Four Poems about Peony in Ancient Winter
A demon is red and green, and the spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry only wants to present new ingenuity, and it takes less rest if it is not idle.
When the flowers bloom, it rains and winds, but it turns red to the frost. Leaking a private thing in spring, this heart does not believe in nature.
At that time, only Lin Xian, a Taoist crane, could send autumn flowers to send cuckoos. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, teach frost flowers to bloom in spring.
I don't know if the frost enters the small garden, so I change the poetic rhythm into a greeting. I want to see Lan Guan Yong, and I am more interested in Han Lang.
Linjiangxian
In winter and night, the cold and ice meet the well, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. The blue cylinder is bright and clear, and it cries sadly. The green jar is ready to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. There is no contradiction between love and sound. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.
nangezi
amber is worn around the waist, and dragon incense is put into the scarf. Only Yingfeiyan is the predecessor. * * * Look at peeling hands and dancing intently. The catkins turn before the wind, and the plum blossoms are snowy and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for novelty. However, Zhou Lang's care will win the pearl and treasure.
Jiang Shenzi
When they meet, they feel cold at first, so they respect the past and cherish the fleeting time. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I'll have less fun.
turn your head down the hill and look around. It's a long road. The silver sea is wide, where is detachment. Know whether the old friends miss each other, carry Cui sleeves and lean on Zhu Lan.
bodhisattva man
snowflakes fly to warm and melt the fragrant cheeks, and the fragrant cheeks melt the flying snow. Deceive the snow as a single garment, while Ren Xue deceives the single garment. Don't bear plums at other times, and don't bear plums at other times. Don't hate to open late, and hate to leave late.
5. Poems about winter
Wandering alone in Jixiang Temple on the winter solstice
The sunshine at the bottom of the well did not return, and the rustling, cold rain and wet withered. Who is more like master su, not willing to come alone when he spends time?
He Zi is nostalgic by Mianchi
What is life like everywhere? It should be like flying through the snow. I accidentally left my fingers and claws on the mud, and Hongfei flew that complicated thing.
The old monk died and became a new tower, so there is no reason to see the old topic. Remember whether the past was rugged, and the long road was full of people.
Four Poems about Peony in Ancient Winter
A demon is red and green, and the spring shines back with snow and frost. Chemical industry only wants to present new ingenuity, and it takes less rest if it is not idle.
When the flowers bloom, it rains and winds, but it turns red to the frost. Leaking a private thing in spring, this heart does not believe in nature.
At that time, only Lin Xian, a Taoist crane, could send autumn flowers to send cuckoos. Who believes that poetry can return to nature, teach frost flowers to bloom in spring.
I don't know if the frost enters the small garden, so I change the poetic rhythm into a greeting. I want to see Lan Guan Yong, and I am more interested in Han Lang.
Linjiangxian
In winter and night, the cold and ice meet the well, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. The blue cylinder is bright and clear, and it cries sadly. The green jar is ready to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging. Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. There is no contradiction between love and sound. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.
nangezi
amber is worn around the waist, and dragon incense is put into the scarf. Only Yingfeiyan is the predecessor. * * * Look at peeling hands and dancing intently. The catkins turn before the wind, and the plum blossoms are snowy and spring. Mandarin ducks and jadeites compete for novelty. However, Zhou Lang's care will win the pearl and treasure.
Jiang Shenzi
When they meet, they feel cold at first, so they respect the past and cherish the fleeting time. The wind is tight from the pavilion, and the ice is round with tears. Snow can't stay in Jun Jun. Since then, I'll have less fun.
turn your head down the hill and look around. It's a long road. The silver sea is wide, where is detachment. Know whether the old friends miss each other, carry Cui sleeves and lean on Zhu Lan.
bodhisattva man
snowflakes fly to warm and melt the fragrant cheeks, and the fragrant cheeks melt the flying snow. Deceive the snow as a single garment, while Ren Xue deceives the single garment. Don't bear plums at other times, and don't bear plums at other times. Don't hate to open late, and hate to leave late.
6. Poems about Winter
Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opened them alone.
I know from afar that it's not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter's poems. Every time it snows, the owner of Furong Mountain, Jiang Xue, Liu Changqing, Liu Zongyuan, is far away from Cangshan Mountain at dusk, and thousands of birds fly away, and the weather is cold and the house is poor. A thousand paths without a footprint.
When a dog barks at Chai Men, a lonely boat will wither away, and people will return in the windy and snowy night. An old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
it's raining and snowing, as you can see, it's raining and snowing: it's full of snow; When it comes to it, it is still "floating". Hey; The heat of the sun.
yue: auxiliary words have no real meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong's cold wind destroyed the trees, and the frost was severe. Lanhan Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poetry for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.
there is no hope in tilting your ears, and it is already clean and sad in your eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: dark.
H: Less. Objective: what that eye can see.
Hao: Bai. Jin Tao Yuanming's "Mid-December Work at the Age of Guimao and Respect from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise from the wind, Xie Daoyun's "Poems on Snow": "What are the white snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if catkins rise from the wind."
the bright moon shines on the snow,