1, the news of several States is broken and the book is empty.
To Tang Xue Dynasty: Du Fu
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.
The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
Explanation:
Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of soldiers who have just died, and only the old man sings poems sadly.
Clouds hang low in the dusk, and falling snowflakes are dancing and spinning in the wind.
The gourd was discarded, there was no wine in the wine container, and the residual fire in the stove seemed to shine red in front of my eyes.
There was no way to know the battle situation at the front and the news of his wife and siblings, so he sat sadly and drew words in the air with his hands.
Every winter solstice in Handan, I always have a knee lamp. ?
Bai Juyi: Night Nostalgia from Winter solstice in Handan in Tang Dynasty
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp. ?
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about travelers.
Explanation:
When I stayed at Handan Inn, it happened to be the solstice festival in winter. At night, I sit in front of the lamp with my knees in my arms, and only the shadow is with me.
I believe my relatives will gather late at night today, and they should also talk about me as a traveler.
3. You miss your daughter in December, don't sing and don't laugh. Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
"Northern Popular" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind came up angrily.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
Don't mention the sword to save the side, leave this tiger, gold, shovel, shovel.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.
The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.
Explanation:
Legend has it that there lived a Candle dragon in the cold door of the north. His eyes were the sun and the moon. His eyes were open during the day and closed at night.
Even the light of the sun and the moon can't shine here! Only the north wind whistling all over the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and one piece falls on Xuanyuantai.
In this cold December, a homesick woman in Youzhou is smiling and frowning at home.
She leaned against the gate, stared at the passers-by and looked forward to her husband's arrival. Her husband went to the Great Wall to fight, and he hasn't come back yet. The Great Wall is a freezing place. Take care, husband.
When the husband left, he took the sword in his hand and left a blade, leaving only an arrow bag with a tiger skin and a gold handle at home.
There are a pair of white arrows in it, which have been hanging on the wall. It was covered with cobwebs and dust.
Now his arrow is there, but man will never come back. He has died in the border town!
How can I bear to see this old thing if people don't exist? So I burned it to ashes.
Although the Yellow River is deep, it is still full of soil. Only your hatred of where to go is as overwhelming and boundless as the endless north wind, rain and snow.
4. I don't know where to play the flute, but I want to find someone who will spend the night.
Listening to the flute at night on the wall of guarding the countryside in Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. (Selected Works of Le Hui Feng: Feng).
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
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Before returning to Lefeng, the sand was as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city was like autumn frost.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows, and all people look at their hometown overnight.
5, snow, cover the door, can not help but keep the soul, thin Jiang Meiyun.
Song of Winter with Great Virtue Yuan Dynasty: Guan Hanqing
Snow fell in succession, covering the heavy door, and I couldn't help but lose my soul and thin Jiang Meiyun. There is a village by the Qingjiang River. Who is left out in the boudoir? What a gaunt railing man.