"The Beginning of Winter"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
New poems written in frozen pen are lazy to write, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace.
Looking at the ink flowers and the white moon while drunk, I feel like the village is full of snow.
"Early Winter"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring.
The frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry out the desert sand.
The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the branches of cold cherry blossoms are as white as wild flowers.
At this time, the idle people were drunk, and the five horses had no reason to enter the restaurant.
"The Beginning of Winter"
Song Dynasty: Purple Gold Frost
The lotus pond is full of dry eyes, and the west wind is gradually blowing from the north.
The boxwoods are stubborn and uniform, while the white birches are soft and semi-sparse.
The cold frost at the door can wake up the bones, and the remaining light from the window makes it easy to read.
I made an appointment with Sanjiu to sing plum blossoms and snow, and also borrowed my own small stove.
"Walking in the Wild at the Beginning of Winter"
Song Dynasty: Shi Wenjue
The chanting is not afraid of the distance, and the scenery is worth copying.
The sky and water are clear and the air of autumn and winter begins to merge.
Drinking the rainbow and dissipating the song of the sea, the wild geese go down to the pond.
You must take advantage of the moon to return home, and knock on the loose door at night.
"Hearing Thunder at the Beginning of Winter"
Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
If the yang is not restrained, you will suffer from constant pain for half a year.
Grain and millet feed locust borers, and japonica rice feeds on the mainland.
When the people are hungry, the strong support is provided, and wheat serves as a bed in the evening of autumn.
Min Ran waits for a rain, and the frost falls and the water spring shrinks.
Watching the morning of the dynasty in Ulshan, the torrential rain pours over the sky.
The menstrual period will become more violent, and the winter will become more and more frowning.
There is a spring thunder in the middle of the night, and the wheel turns in the middle of the sky.
The old man can’t sleep, and the child is frightened and crying.
Looking at the courtyard, the pines and chrysanthemums are half destroyed and bald.
Withered grass sprouts latently, and dormant insects lurk in chaos.
The firewood does not come out of the market, and it is not cooked in the morning and in the afternoon.
If the first seed is not put into the soil, it will be difficult to have a full stomach.
The scholar wrote the ancient sayings, and Hong Fan left a note.
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