The ancients would compose a poem every solar term to express their emotions and express their resentment.
There are quite a few poems about the autumnal equinox. Not only are there more describing autumn, but there are fewer specifically referring to the autumnal equinox. Let me introduce a few sentences to you:
1. Mid-Autumn Festival to the Moon
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Tang Lipin
The autumnal equinox stops overnight, and the ghosts are at their most shining. It's good to be born in the sea, and Xu sees the calendar in the dark.
The sky is full of doubts and colors, and all kinds of strange things want to hide. He has no analogy in the evening, and cannot listen to the chicken in the morning.
Interpretation:
On the autumnal equinox, everything seems to have changed overnight, and the moon on this day looks particularly bright. The sky seems to have become a magnificent ocean, and if you look carefully, you can see the boundless sky.
The distant sky seems to have been washed by someone, and everything in time wants to be hidden in the pure atmosphere. You can't see such beautiful scenery at other times, but it's a pity that it will be dawn soon after the rooster crows in the morning.
2. Master Wuyan returned to the Taoist Academy to ask for poems
Zhao Shixiu of the Song Dynasty
The master is speechless, so what can I say now. I only know that Buddha Zhaozi once managed the clouds in Yanshan Mountain.
Idleness in the world is a treasure, but the world is as hot as burning. Junzhou County is close to Zhai, so I can sit through the autumnal equinox.
Explanation:
There is nothing more to say, and I don’t know what to say. All I know is the clouds and light in the sky, which make people feel good.
There is nothing more precious than leisure in this world, but the environment we live in seems to be being roasted every day. Stay peacefully at home in Junzhou and spend the autumnal equinox quietly.
3. After the Autumnal Equinox, I felt cold and desolate
Song Luyou
The autumn air is early this year, and the trees are not waiting for the trees to turn yellow.
The crickets are still there Zaiyu is suddenly close to my bed.
I will pass away when I am old, and I will wander around again.
There is not a bottle of wine, but there is also a book nearby.
Drinking wine and reading ancient books makes me think of the Yellow and Tang Dynasties.
Who can cure the old man before he is cured of his madness?
Interpretation:
Autumn came earlier this year, and the leaves on the trees fell before they even turned yellow. Crickets that were supposed to be under my child's roof suddenly seemed to be at my bedside.
I am too old and am about to die, so let it stay here. I had a glass of wine and a book by my side. I was drinking and reading ancient books, and I couldn't help but feel filled with emotion when I thought about such a holy master as Emperor Yao.
Although I am much older, my passionate nature is still there, but what medicine can cure my broken body?