The full poem of "Only the persimmon trees hang lanterns": When autumn passes and winter comes, everything rests, only the persimmon trees hang lanterns. I want to ask someone why they don't pick it, but wait until the wind and frost are sweet.
From modern poetry, no source yet.
Translation: Autumn is over and winter is coming. Some animals spend the winter dormant in their nests, and some plants shed their leaves to survive the cold. Only the persimmon trees are covered with persimmons like red lanterns. May I ask which family does not pick persimmons? The family said: "Persimmons are sweet but not astringent until they have experienced wind and frost."
Old poems about persimmons include:
1. "Ode to Red Persimmons" by Liu Yuxi: Xiaolian Star shadows are out, and the sun is hanging in the evening. This is due to the collection of inheritance, and it is necessary to turn it over to protect one's life.
2. Zhang Shunmin's "Botai": The clear stream is ten miles long, and it contains the shadow of the sky and the autumn light. This trip is at the end of Fanchuan, where the rice is ripe, the fish are fat, and the persimmons are yellow.
3. Fan Zongyin's "Two Poems on a Tour to Longhua Temple": Going out of the east road of the city at dawn, looking for monks to chat and avoid the noise. Suyun opens the mountains and Xiu, and the late rice disappears in Kawahara. The village is dark with mulberry branches and red persimmon trees. The sun sets and the boy is sleepy, and he is happy to arrive at the mountain gate.
4. Zheng Gangzhong's "Wang Wangfei": The frost is clear and the wind is blowing, and the fences of several houses are falling in the smoke. The sand gulls are full of fish along the path, and the wild birds are calling each other. The persimmons are red. The sound of the bells hidden in the temple penetrates through the bamboo, and the cave is deep and human traces are connected with the clouds. How will the Yanmen be punished? Thousands of miles away, Duan Zisong is ashamed.
5. Lu You's "Autumn Harvest Song": There are many yellow persimmons on the wall, and people are competing for the autumn harvest. The long pot hammering beads shines on the ground, and the big steamer cooks with jade that fills the village with fragrance. Thousands of people entered the official warehouse, and the warehouse officials had no time to taste it. After the incident was over, we were ecstatic, lying drunkenly on each other's pillows near the official road. For several years, the people of Sri Lanka were in dire straits and famine. They moved to the ravines to face each other. The county officials and pavilions were as long as hungry wolves, and the women died of fear and the children were stiff. Little did he know that the emperor had given him a bountiful harvest, and from one acre per acre he would be rich in ten thousand boxes. I hope that my neighbors will be careful to hide their houses, shrink their clothes, save food, and cultivate mulberry trees diligently. I will remember that my food is not full of chaff, and I will not worry about floods and droughts.