Poetry about cooking snow around the stove

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Author Bai Juyi? the Tang Dynasty

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?

Translation? To annotate ...

Made light green rice wine and burned a small stove. It's getting late and it's snowing harder and harder. Can I have a cup of hot wine in my humble abode?

Extended data:

Poetry is rendered layer by layer when it comes to key points, but it no longer has aftertaste because of rendering, on the contrary, it is still very rich. After reading the last sentence, "How about a glass of wine inside?" As you can imagine, Liu 19 will take a ride immediately after receiving Bai Juyi's poems. So, two friends around the stove, "get carried away" to pour the newly brewed wine.

Maybe it's really snowing outside, but it's so warm and bright indoors. Life rises at this moment, emitting a sweet and harmonious melody ... these are the associations that poetry naturally leaves for people.

Because it is both exaggerated and concise, it is not only attractive, but also intriguing. What makes people slightly drunk is not thin wine, but mellow mash, which can make people really intoxicated physically and mentally. Poetry contains the breath of life, and it is a wonderful chapter without any carving.