The poems describing the Xiaohan solar term are as follows:
1. "Huanxisha" by Shu Quan of the Song Dynasty: Smoking has been banned in Yanwai brothels. Xiaohan is still thinner than cotton. Paint the bridge and swing under the red sun. Only the fragrance in front of the bottle is there, and you should be intoxicated in front of the flowers. The green window is still five o'clock in the morning.
2. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty's "Small Cold Food Boat": Jiachen Qiang's food is still cold, but it is almost depressed and has a crown. The boat on the spring water is like sitting in the sky, and the old flowers are like looking in the mist. Juanjuan plays with butterflies passing through the curtain, and light gulls fly under the rapids. Yunbai Mountain is more than 10,000 miles of green, and looking directly to the north is Chang'an.
3. "Early Hair Under the Bamboo" by Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty: After the morning makeup breaks through the cold, the tiredness is relieved by chatting on the saddle. Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains. The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay. The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, and they are in the midst of feelings and thoughts.
4. "Drinking Alone in the Small Garden" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty: The forest is shaking and the pills are being mixed slightly, and the deep courtyard is bleak and cold. The autumn air is already high and very pleasant, and I am so pregnant that I feel unhappy. The deer's spots are still shallow when it is first separated from its mother, and the orange is still sour after the frost. After a sip of wine, there is no need to drop my hat and wear my hat.
5. Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty's "Ode to the Twenty-Four Qi Poems: Xiaohan December Festival": Xiaohan connects the big lu, and the magpie builds a new nest. Scavenging for food in the meanders of the river, Carrying purple flowers around the treetops. Frost hawks are near the northern head, and pheasants are hiding in the grass. Don’t blame Yan Ningqie, spring and winter are at the intersection of the first lunar month.
6. Excerpt from "The Song of Ancient Dry Plum Blossoms" written by Hongli in the Qing Dynasty: There is business in the goblet wood, just like a sun rising from the ground. The first flowers bloom before the slight cold, and two or three stamens bloom early on the tips. The spring brings good luck to the new year, and the jade smiles and the pearls are full of glory. I don't like anything in the south of the Yangtze River. The monks and temples were shocked to see this.