The poems about the 24 solar terms of the Beijing Winter Olympics are:
1. "Spring Night Happy Rain"
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good Rain Knows It's time for spring to happen.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire.
Looking at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
2. "Spring Breeze"
Qing Dynasty·Yuan Mei
The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, it becomes prosperous as soon as it arrives.
Come to sweep away the snow from thousands of mountains and leave behind the flowers from all over the world.
3. "Qingming"
Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.
May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance.
4. "One of the Five Poems on Seeing Twenty Brothers Advocate and Flowery Characters Manxing"
Song Dynasty·Huang Tingjian
In the third month of the third month, the catkins are dropped, ?The wind and rain wash the flowers all over the city.
It is unknown how Dongguo Qingming Wine is like Xichuang Guyu Tea.
5. "Shiyu"
Song Dynasty·Lu You
Shiyu and awn seeds are planted in all fields.
Every family has delicious wheat and rice, and every place has beautiful songs.
I have become a lazy farmer and have to pay for my bamboo bed forever.
My hair is short and unruly, and I love the coolness of the rain.
The garden trees gather strange sounds, and the vines emit a delicate fragrance.
The warbler's clothes are still wet, so he advises me to hold a cup.
Fortunately, nothing happens now, and there are farmers and mulberry trees all over the sea.
The old man in the wild is endless, and he sings about the Yu and Tang Dynasties.
6. "Summer Solstice Summer Solstice in the North Pond"
Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty
The day sundial has reached the end of the clouds, and the night leakage has been growing since then.
If political education is not implemented, the worries will become hot and cold.
Gongmen has a lot of free time, but Yuenong is a little busy.
Living high in the Niantian, the bitter heat can be tolerated.
I rest in the pavilion at noon, wandering around the Aifang Pond alone.
The gates are closed and it is dark and quiet, and the tall trees in the city are green.
The green Jun still contains powder, and the round lotus is just beginning to spread its fragrance.
If you hug me in Yansha, you can face the Chinese wine cup.
7. "The Summer Pavilion Huai Xin Da"
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east.
Breathe the evening coolness, open the pavilion and lie down in an open space.
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
I want to play the piano, but I hate the ignorance of the music.
I feel nostalgic for my old friend, and I am tired of dreaming at night.
8. "Poetry of the Twenty-Four Qi: Mid-June of the Great Heat"
Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty
The great heat and the third autumn are approaching, and the forest bells and nine summers have moved.
The cinnamon wheel blooms at midnight, and the fireflies illuminate the sky.
The wild rice fruit invites Confucian guests, and the wild rice pu grows into the ink pond.
The crimson yarn is rolled up, and the history is waiting for the wind to blow.