Poetry working in the snow

Poetry working in the snow

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

Liu Shijiu: Bai Juyi's friend. He ranks nineteenth among his peers in the family, all of whom are called Liu Nineteen.

Green ant refers to the green foam floating on the newly brewed unfiltered rice wine.

Fermented grains (pēi): brewing.

Xue: It's snowing. It is used as a verb here.

None: the modal particle expressing doubt is equivalent to "horse".

Brother Shi said that China is an ancient civilization and a big country on the tip of the tongue. China people have a long history as gourmets.

On this day, it looks like it will snow again at night. Laobai wrote a note and the boy sent it to Liu Fu in 699. The boy ran to Liu's house after getting familiar with it. Liu took the note and opened it. There are only five words on it-"Open a new bottle of wine".

After a while, Lao Liu came to the door earlier than expected. Laobai said: The dog is still floating in the new wine just brewed this year. Normal temperature or warm? Well, in the house, go and cut shredded ginger and warm wine.

There is a red commotion in the quiet stove, and charcoal burns very vigorously, so you must eat copper hot pot in winter. It is said that people in China began to eat hot pot and rinse meat in the Bronze Age, and the unearthed bronzes proved this point. Hot beef and mutton, hairy belly, spinach (spinach) and tofu are enough. Best of all, there are fresh fish just caught on the ice today. Wives, children, servants, hands and feet were quickly chopped, washed, coated with a thin layer of salt, placed on charcoal fire, making a creaking sound and splashing a few sparks from time to time.

On this cold winter night, on this snowy winter night, what is more pleasant than one or two friends chatting around the stove and having a drink at night?

The owner of Furong Mountain is in every snow.

Don Liu Changqing

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Meet: meet.

Accommodation: overnight.

Furong Mountain: A mountain located in present-day Hunan.

Sunset: evening.

Cangshan: Castle Peak.

Fi: The dog is barking.

The big brother said that the north wind roared and snowflakes danced. A person is in the snow, stepping on a song.

It was snowing all the way, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and I walked unconsciously for a long time. The sun hangs obliquely on the western hills, and the green hills turn boundless. Gradually, I saw the roof of the owner's house in Furong Mountain and heard his old Huang's dog barking-Lao Huang actually knew him. This barking seems to be a special call, and Liu unconsciously quickened his pace.

1 "noting", Chai Men opened. "Oh, you really come! Come in and warm yourself, the wine is ready! " Adult Furong greets with a smile, and Lao Huang wags his tail beside him.

While drinking, I brag in the middle of the night with an oil lamp. Snowflakes are falling outside the window. Get drunk and blow to the point.

Xue Jiang

Liutang Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.