Poetry to describe November
1. "Wind and Rain on November 4th" by Lu You
Wind swept the rivers and lakes, rain darkened the village, and the four mountains sounded. The waves turn.
The firewood in the stream was soft and warm, so the raccoon slave and I didn’t go out.
Lying stiffly in a lonely village, I don’t feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.
I lie down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream.
2. "Winter Solstice Staying at Yangmei Pavilion" by Bai Juyi
In mid-November, people travel three thousand miles away.
What if you stay alone in Yangmei Pavilion? Cold pillow and single bed for one patient.
3. "The Rules of Rewarding Xiao and Yin with Drunk Rhetoric" by Bai Juyi
There are many guests in Yuhang who are impoverished, and the worst among them are Xiao and Yin:
Tian The cold clothes are still on the body, and the sun is high and there is no dust in the steamer.
In November at Jiangcheng Mountain Temple, the north wind blew sand and snow.
The guests did not see the favor of the silk robe, and the concubines did not see the favor of the underwear.
At this time, the prefect felt ashamed and was still warm after putting on his clothes again.
Because of the fate of dyeing people and needle girls, I made two furs and gave them to the two kings.
Wu cotton is fine and soft, cinnamon cloth is dense, soft as a fox's armpit and white as clouds.
Lao donated the poems and books to me. Such a small favor is not worth mentioning.
I have a big fur that you haven’t seen yet. It’s as broad and warm as spring.
This Qiu is neither Zeng nor Dao. It is cut according to the law and the wadding is benevolent.
The knife and ruler are blunt and clumsy, and the craftsmanship has not yet been completed, and they are not wrapped alone when they come out.
If you pass the five examinations in the county, I will conquer the people of Hangzhou with you.