The poems with solar terms are as follows:
1. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, and the grass color is close at a distance. -Han Yu's "Early Spring is a Member of the Ministry of Water Affairs Zhang Eighteen".
Appreciation: This poem is a seven-character quatrain written for Zhang Ji, a member of the Ministry of Water Resources, describing and praising the beautiful scenery in early spring. Zhang Ji ranks eighteenth among his brothers, so he is called Zhang Eighteen. The style of poetry is fresh and natural, and it is simply colloquial. It seems dull, but it is by no means dull. Han Yu himself said, "The poor and the strange become dull" ("Send a teacher to Fan Yang").
it turns out that his plainness is hard to come by. This poem is exquisite in description, beautiful in sentences and novel in conception, giving people a moist, comfortable and fresh aesthetic feeling in early spring, which not only praises early spring, but also captures its soul, giving people endless aesthetic interest, even beyond the reach of painting.
2. It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die. -Du Mu's Qingming Festival.
Appreciation: This day is the Qingming Festival. Du Mu, a poet, happened to be caught in the rain in the middle of his journey. Qingming, although it is a season of bright green flowers and bright spring, is also a period when the climate is prone to change, often catching up with "noisy weather"
As far back as the Liang Dynasty, it was recorded that there was often a "high wind and even rain" during the Cold Food Festival two days before Qingming Festival. If it is raining on Qingming Day, there is also a special name called "Pouring Fire Rain". It was such a day that the poet Du Mu met.
3, Grain Rain, such as silk as dust, boiling bottles of floating wax is tasting new things. -Fan Chengda's Late Spring Pastoral Miscellany.
Appreciation: Grain Rain falls to the ground like a silk thread and splashes like dust. It is a good time to taste new wine when the sealed wax floats on the wine bottle. The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before it will be gone. This poem is about light rain, which is like silk and dust. I don't know what it is to boil a bottle of floating wax, but it feels like warm wine.
The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before the flowers fade away. Light rain, like silk, is like dust. I don't know what it is to boil a bottle of floating wax. It feels like warm wine. The peony is in bloom, the cherry is ripe, and it won't be long before it will be gone.