-Song Chou-yuan's Two Poems about beginning of winter
Analysis: the drizzle is cold and frost-free, and the leaves in front of the courtyard are half green and half yellow. Koharu can't walk for many days where plum blossoms are in full bloom.
2, Qifeng mighty scattered tea smoke, light rain slightly wet carpet. Ken thinks Hanxin is still early this year, and the old lady hasn't packed cotton in brown yet.
-Song Chou-yuan's Two Poems about beginning of winter
Analysis: Qifeng is full of loose tea, and the rain is soft and slightly wet. Ken Xin arrived in Hanxin earlier this year, but the old people didn't mend cotton.
3. It rained for a long time, and autumn gradually entered winter.
The yellow flowers are exposed alone, and the red leaves have gone with the wind. While thinking about blowing cold corners, the village songs are late in spring. Hedge doors lie high every day, and laziness is futile.
Analysis: In early winter, the weather is generally not too cold. In ancient China, people used to regard beginning of winter as the beginning of winter. As the poem says, "Autumn is getting deeper into winter", there are yellow flowers and red leaves in winter and autumn here, and it is cold and lazy in winter.
4, the room is small and rich, and the wall is only shoulder-length. It's only been the first day after the month of sending clothes. One inch of charcoal is deposited in the furnace, and the baht is called cloth quilt cotton. I have been a teacher all my life, and I am happy everywhere.
-Song Luyou's Winter Work
Analysis: The knee of the room is small, and the wall only reaches the shoulder. A month after the costume, the fur festival will begin again. An inch of charcoal fire, a bed of Thai baht cloth quilt. Humble life, teachers in hutongs, happy everywhere.
5, frozen pen new poetry is lazy to write, cold stove wine is warm. Drunk to see the ink flowers and the moon white, suddenly suspected that the snow was full of Qiancun. -Li Bai
Analysis: On the night of beginning of winter, pen and ink are cold and lazy to write new poems. A small stove, a pot of wine and a few ink flowers were drunk, as if the snowflakes in that place were actually moonlight. Under the pen and ink, the poet's homesickness is revealed.