Some of them can’t be found, so I’ll add some more, and they’re almost all there. The earth revolves around the sun, and it takes one year to complete one revolution. The year is divided into twelve months, and the twenty-four festivals are closely connected. According to the Gregorian calendar, the two gases do not change every month. In the first half of the year, it is six and one, and in the second half of the year, it is eight and three. These are the festivals, and the difference is only one or two days. The twenty-four festivals are arranged in order, and the following formulas should be kept in mind: January is followed by severe cold, and February is the beginning of spring with continuous rain; the spring equinox is in March, and Qingming is the Grain Rain in April; May is the beginning of summer and Xiaoman, June is followed by the summer solstice of awns; July Major summer heat and minor summer heat, the summer heat begins in the beginning of autumn in August; white dew meets the autumnal equinox in September, cold dew and frost fall in October; light snow falls in the beginning of winter in November, and heavy snow welcomes the new year in the winter solstice. Pay close attention to the season and be busy with production, and plant and harvest in time to ensure a good harvest.
The plum trees in the West Garden are in full bloom at the beginning of spring, and the sky is shining brightly and the rain is falling continuously. At the first awakening of insects, carp jump in the river, and butterflies dream among the flowers at the spring equinox. It’s a good time to fly a kite during the Qingming Festival, and the west wing of Grain Rain is good for raising silkworms. In the Peony Pavilion, the summer flowers are scattered, and small hairpins are scattered all over the front of the pavilion. Across the stream, the fishermen are having fun, and the righteous heroes are working in the summer fields. I wear a white Luo shirt during the small summer season, and sleep in the wind at Wangjiang Pavilion during the great summer season. The sunflowers bloom at the beginning of autumn, and I listen to the late cicadas in the west tower during the summer heat. There is no white dew in the emerald garden, and the laurel moon shines in the sky at the autumnal equinox. The cold dew on the rotten and dry mountains frightens the geese, and the frost falls on the reeds and the red polygonum beach. At the beginning of winter, I drank in Qilin Pavilion, embroidered under the snow and chanted poems. It's snowing in the secluded area, the red stove is warm, and I'm too lazy to play the pipa during the winter solstice. Xiao Han is lying high in Handan dreaming, and a handful of snow is floating in the air to meet Da Han.
Dear, you pulled up my My hands are walking between the wheat seedlings and the river, my face is covered with sweat of happiness. I imitate the posture of insects and squander my love on the broad bean flowers like white butterflies
The body swaying in the wind gradually becomes lighter and gradually grows wings
Twenty-Four Solar Terms Poetry: Qingming Festival by Du Mu During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to die. When I asked where the restaurant was, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Twenty-Four Solar Terms Poem
It is your long hair that touches my hibernating body. The ladybug turns over in the roots of the season. How long have I been sleeping? The flame in your arms is broken every inch. The red sleeves that once added fragrance cannot remove the shadow of tears. You hold the sunshine in one hand and pluck the green leaves from the hair branches with the other. Yes, spring is here. Large swaths of sunshine illuminate the forty-year-old sky. The sky that has been brightened by the clear wind is completely blank except for your beautiful smile
Qijue of the Spring Equinox·Awakening of the Spring Equinox The sound of rain falls slightly, and the slanting wind from the willow bank brings the guests home. The season is late in the north, so it can be seen that there is green waist fat early. Stealing the Sound of Magnolia · When it rains during the spring equinox, the light rain will turn into the spring equinox, and the flowers on the branches will be in chaos. Looking to the end of the world, the spring mountains are veiled everywhere. Jiao people are just worried about light cold, and they are afraid that they will not listen to their feelings when asking for divination. Perhaps in this life, I mistakenly outed the grass of my previous life
Poetry about plum blossoms, moon tea, fried grain during the rainy spring
Poetry about the Beginning of Summer to send spring back with lingering thoughts, standing in the small courtyard empty to mourn. Most of all, the wind and rain from the west window bring sorrow and hatred into the curtain
It is refreshing and cool to enter the house at a sunny afternoon? Why is it so difficult to be lonely in the dense forest with short clothes and beautiful city attire? The cuckoo cuckold returns to Zi Sangjia The garden is decorated with ripe cherries, the thirsty long street is full of roses, and the syrup is first filled. The wheat grains are full and ripe, waiting to be returned to the warehouse. The poem "The rain after the awns is suddenly cold" poem: "The plum rain pours down the nine rivers, and the sea is wide with hundreds of rivers. Good and hard work Wu's farmland is wet, and the rice seedlings are sown every year.
On the winter solstice, Bao Zhaozhou is smiling, and the water holes are sighing. Cloud eagle. The long river is covered with ice. The old face is sad, and the time is passing. The beauty is not yet young, and who is playing the zither at the winter solstice. Guests, suddenly poor and sad, the mud kills people. I am alone and old on the river. The customs of the world are close to each other. After the snow, I come to Danhe. My heart is broken at this time, and I am lost on the winter solstice. The envoy from Beijing sent a letter to his brother-in-law, Du Mu, for the first time. He met Yiyangsheng in a foreign country. I can't help but remember my brother. I am worried about being cold at night in the hotel, and I feel the coldness of the river at dusk. The bamboo door is still melancholy when the wind blows, it is suspected that it is the sound of snow outside the pine window. Two poems about the winter solstice (choose one) Shao Yong's winter solstice is halfway through the sky, where the sun is beginning to move, and when everything is not born, the taste of the wine is weak. Taiyin Zhengxi. If you don't believe this, please ask Pao Xi. On the winter solstice, the sun has not returned to the bottom of the Jixiang Temple, and the rain has dried up. Who is more like Master Su? The winter solstice is coming to the south today, and my family is in a state of silence. The family is poor, and the old people are timid. After the ceremony, they all support me, and I go to bed early to explore the spring dream. It is already around the mirror lake. On the twenty-seventh day of the winter, Zhu Derun rolled over the ground, the wind roared with thunder, and the sun returned in the sky all night long. The sun was shining brightly on the embroidered houses, and the plum blossoms were blooming on the mountains. The water in the south of the Yangtze River is not freezing, and the old man from the river comes to exchange fish for wine. The miscellaneous chants of Yang Yunfu try to count the ninety-nine pictures in the window. Lanqiao, this day, I am rushing to serve the court. The history is recorded in the clouds and the world is happy, and the official banquet is scattered in the sky. Fisherman and woodcutter.
Winter Solstice in Chang'an Dong Qichang Looking at the scenery behind the snow in Ziyue, a wisp of the new sun is moving in Chang'an. The forbidden bell suddenly echoes on the cloud facade, and the precious tree pioneers the millet and valley cold.
There has been no poetry for a long time since the beginning of autumn. Era: Song Dynasty. Author: Fang Hui.
I am tired of being sick in the third lunar month and about to wither. Maybe there are no poems after autumn. The rain has been pouring all night long and is as cold as a wash. The poor man is sleepy and the old man is drunk and does not know. No one can be precise about the bait, but the article is empty talk about bullfighting. It's a good place to escape the summer heat on the Xizhai Pond. When the trees fall, I will trust you.
Zhou Hongzhi's poem on the Beginning of Autumn
This is a time when the army is flowing like fire. Shang Biao was already shocked. The sky changes to summer color. The sound of autumn leaves moving in the wood. Tang·Cen Shen: The remaining clouds bring away the summer heat, and the new rain brings the mist of autumn. Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees. Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty: There is no need to regret when Fang Fei is gone, Xia Mu is so gloomy and pleasant. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: Midsummer is bitter and the nights are short, so open the pavilion to enjoy the slight coolness.
"I get up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes." Li Bai's "Qing Ping Le" "A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river" Liu Zongyuan "The white snow is too late for the spring, so I put it through the trees in the garden "Flying flowers" Han Yu "decorate the scenery of thousands of houses, blooming everywhere and the beauty of Qionghua" "Snow at dusk helps to eliminate the steepness, and jade dust scatters in the forest pond" "It is a pity that the gates are piled up in the alleys, but it is a pity that they are gone" "The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is light and light in the clouds" "Butterflies are turning over the curtains for the first time to embroider, and thousands of jade girls are dancing their sleeves together"... "Snow is clear in the south and north of the mountain, and the moon is bright thousands of miles away" "Who cuts the light Qiong and crops flowers, spring circles around the end of the world, and water circles around the end of the world" "Settle in and invade the army" , flying snow filled the isolated village." "On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, I am a lonely stranger." "Snowflakes on Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace." Li Bai's "Travel to the North Wind" "The Yellow River can be stopped with soil, but the north wind, rain and snow are hard to cut!" "There are many new ghosts crying in war, and the old man is crying in sorrow. The clouds are low in the evening, and the snow is dancing in the wind." Du Fu "The clouds are falling in Qincheng, and the imperial state is covered with heavy snow. Those who retreat from the court in the snow are all princes and nobles. The nobles have wind and snow, and the rich have no worries about hunger and cold. The only camp is the house, and the main task is to pursue travel..." " On a snowy day in Chang'an, it's hard to find birds. ""The spring breeze moves thousands of miles away, but the snow stops in the mountains." "The snow is thick in the south and north of the Yangtze River, and the water is cold from a distance." "The vast sea is full of waves, and the mountains are covered with snow."
< p>On the summer solstice, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west, but there is sunshine in the road.The east wind dyes all the awns in three thousand hectares, and the herons fly and have nowhere to stop."
The white dew is green, The white dew is like frost. The so-called Yi Ren is on one side of the water. When we follow it, the road is blocked and long. When we follow it, we are in the middle of the water. The jianjia is desolate, but the white dew is still fresh. The so-called Yi Ren is on the bank of the water. When we follow it, we wander back. There, the road is blocked and you go forward. If you go back and follow it, you will be in the water. When you pick the bamboo shoots, the white dew is not gone. The so-called Yiren is in the stream of water. If you go back and follow it, the road will be blocked and you will go to the right. If you go back and follow it, you will be in the water. The water is wet.
The autumn wind blows the smoke from all sides. Women and children are busy in the fields. Yesterday, the green gauze was still everywhere. Today, when I see the Cangshan Mountain, the fertile soil is rolling under the plow, the voices of people are ringing in my ears, and there is a lot of traffic. On the horizon, golden wheat seeds are sown into the fields
A trip to the Tang Dynasty in the frosty mountains · Du Mu is far up the cold mountain. The stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the place where the white clouds are growing. The leaves of the maple forest are red with red flowers in the late frost
< p>The sky is full of frost and red, and the soldiers from heaven are angry at the people at night.Heavy snow, heavy snow, white clouds flying in the winter, thousands of flowers blooming for a while, birds flying away in thousands of mountains, all traces of people disappearing, fishing alone in the cold river snow