Don du fu
The days and personnel change quickly every day, and then the winter solstice, after the winter solstice, after the weather gets warmer, spring comes back.
Embroider five elements with weak lines and blow six pieces of fly ash.
The river bank seems to be waiting for the last month to pass, so that the willows can stick out their branches and take out new buds, and the mountains can break through the cold so that the plum blossoms can bloom.
Although I am in a foreign land, the scenery here is no different from my hometown, so let the children pour wine and have a drink.
This seven-character poem was written by Du Fu in Kuizhou in the first year of Tang Daizong Dali (AD 766). At that time, Du Fu's life was more stable and his mood was more comfortable.
This poem describes the seasonal changes from winter to the day before and after. It not only depicts the growth during the day with embroidery thread, but also depicts the scene of winter and spring with the willow trees by the river turning green and the plum blossoms on the mountain in full bloom. The whole poem embodies the poet's rare comfortable mood.
I miss my family at night from winter to Sunday in Handan.
Tang Bai Juyi
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.
On the solstice of winter, Bai Juyi is far away from Hangang in his hometown. That night, Bai Juyi thought of his family. He found a new way, not to say that he was homesick, but to say that his family sat together and thought about himself on a long trip.
The poet told a common life experience in plain language, and his feelings were sincere and touching. Do you have such an experience?
"Send Jingshi brothers day and night on the winter solstice and go to Xicui to cross the water."
Don Wei Wu Ying
Managing the county is tantamount to politics, and the worry is vegetarianism.
I was ordered to go to Beijing and was detained as soon as it was cold.
The child was born in one breath, and the southernmost tip of Yang Jing is the southernmost tip.
I have a sense of season, and I am even sadder.
Swallow clouds and smoke, and fast at night.
The curtains are heavy and empty, and the solitary light shines on the sheets.
We should remember tonight, not forget the past year.
The Sichuan road is long and the tears are dry.
On this winter solstice night, Wei misses his brothers and friends in the capital.
Wei, who is alone outside, feels the loneliness in the festival. A solitary lamp shines on the sheets, thinking about making good brothers and friends, and remembering the happy time we spent together. Wei, who is on the road, can only go to Lacrimosa at this time. This winter solstice night is not easy for Wei.