The ancients vividly described winter in a poem: The furnace still embraces the kapok fur.
The ancient poem "The earth furnace still embraces the kapok fur" comes from "Yichang New Year's Eve" written by Su Che in the Song Dynasty. The poem describes Su Che's emotions and thoughts on New Year's Eve in Yichang. The poet feels that time passes quickly, the sound of water leakage has eroded the time of spring, and the stove on the ground is still burning wood to keep the room warm. Qingluo is already thin and has not changed her clothes. It comes from "Autumn Night Song" by Wang Ya, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
In his later years, Bai Juyi wrote in his poem: green ants newly fermented wine, red mud small stove. It's snowing in the evening, can I have a drink? In the harsh winter, when a heavy snowfall arrives, I warm my wine by the fire, miss my old friends far away, hold a book of poems, and drink by myself, with a sleeping kitten curled up at my feet. Occasionally, I dreamed of going back to the previous dynasty and met Cen Shen who was traveling beyond the Great Wall.
On that day, it also snowed heavily in Mobei. Cen Shen sent Judge Wu back to the capital, so he wrote: Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. At the foot of the sky and outside the gate, the flags have been frozen. I see my friends off at the Luntai, and gradually move away, leaving only a line of meandering footprints on the snow. At this time, Du Fu had left the thatched cottage in Chengdu and lived in Kuizhou with his family. It was winter and he wrote: At the end of the year, the yin and yang rush to short scenes, and the frost and snow in the world are cold at night.
His good friend Li Bai has passed away. When they said goodbye to Donglu that year, Li Bai wrote: The flying pods are far away from each other, and the cups in their hands are empty. It was also a winter day when Li Bai was drinking alone by the stove. When he was slightly drunk, he wrote: New poems written with frozen pen are lazy, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace. Drunk, looking at the ink flowers and the white moon, I suddenly feel that the village in front of me is full of snow.
It seems that Li Bai had a persistent love for winter, otherwise he would not have written in "Qing Ping Le": It should be the gods who are drunk and smash the white clouds into pieces. The beauty of white snow is brought to life in Li Bai's hands. Of course, Su Dongpo was no less generous. When he was in Mizhou, he wrote: The fire is cold, the lamps are thin, and the frost is dew, and the snowy clouds hang in the wilderness.
It was exactly ten years since his beloved wife Wang Fu passed away. When he woke up from his dream, Su Dongpo wrote the famous poem "Jiang Cheng Zi": "Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking about them. I will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation."