What are the classic poems describing the winter solstice?

First, "A little crimson lips hang up the arrow"/early Ming/Xie

Don't hang an arrow, raise a glass and talk about livability. Winter solstice in Ming dynasty. Still drunk.

Laugh at the immortal and live a long life. Life is a matter of life. The golden bird falls in the west. It is difficult to tie a long rope.

Author Xie, a Neo-Confucianist at the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty, lived an astonishing 97 years, a veritable centenarian. He lived in seclusion, teaching and writing all his life, and his academic masterpiece Bian Jie Puzzled intensively studied Neo-Confucianism and opposed Buddhism and Taoism, which had a great influence at that time and also had a place in the history of thought. It is also a poem, leaving many works. This poem "Red Lips Hanging Arrows" is a poem about the winter solstice.

Ci mainly uses the arrival of the winter solstice to express the poet's feelings of grasping time and living in the present winter solstice. The "arrow" at the beginning originally refers to the bow and arrow, and here refers to the war at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Shang Kun said that the world was uncertain, so he had to avoid disasters and seek refuge everywhere. The solstice of winter is coming again, just in time for drinking. It is not difficult to see anxiety about current events.

Changing your head would be even more cynical. Laughing at the immortal's longevity is mocking the current war, and human life is like grass. The last three sentences seem to say that time is hard to stay and cordless can be tied, but in fact they angrily show the sadness of the end of life in troubled times. "Golden Bird" means "the sun".

The winter solstice in the war is mixed with complex emotions, full of anger, frustration and sadness. But not as concerned about people's livelihood as Du Fu.

Second, Geng Wudong's winter solstice night

Song/Zheng

Xuanxun village wine need not be strong, and drinking less and worrying more wine is easy to supply.

It's three winters this year.

Zheng, as the name implies, was an upright and upright official in the Southern Song Dynasty. At the age of 44, he was a scholar and ranked third in flower exploration. At that time, he was as famous as Zong Ze and Yue Fei. Great achievements, running through Sichuan, a sublime side. Make the gold people unable to look askance. In addition, he wrote nearly 700 poems in his life. I regret that I was framed by Qin Gui in the past seven years, and finally I was humiliated to death. Leaving only justice to shine on the world.

As can be seen from the title of this poem, it was written in 1 150, when the poet was 62 years old, only four years before his death. It was also the third year after being set free. The last two sentences of the poem reveal this mood.

On the winter night, on the solstice, an elderly poet, far away from Guangdong, poured himself a glass of wine. A generation of famous ministers can see that the evening scene is bleak.

Third, "A solo trip to Jixiang Temple on the Winter Solstice"/Su Shi

The sunshine at the bottom of the well has not returned yet, and the cold rain rustling is wet and dry. Who is more like Master Su, who doesn't want to come alone when he spends time?

The poem was written in Xining for five years, and Su Shi was thirty-five years old. The year before last, Su Shi angered Wang Anshi because of the shortcomings of the political reform, and Su Shi was released as a general in Hangzhou. On the solstice of this winter, he visited the Jixiang Temple in Hangzhou. It's quite enjoyable.

This poem does not write about homesickness in the winter solstice, happy folk customs and excitement, or even lonely and sentimental thoughts. It only records a poet's unique crossing in the winter solstice. The first sentence points to the solstice of winter, and asking questions at the bottom of the well is a bit of a joke. The second sentence shows that the winter is still very cold, so there is a half-joking question about whether Yang has recovered. Gāi is an absolutely uncommon word, which means grass roots. Represents vegetation.

The last two sentences express unconventional temperament, some narcissism, some complacency and a little loneliness. It's really a response to Wang Chaoyun's words that "it's inappropriate not to spend on a full stomach".