Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
I am old and narrow, and I am cold and dark. Fishing boats are in a hurry, and fire is hunting in Gao Lin.
Every day, I get drunk and worry about Fu Liang. The war has not stopped, so what is the source?
Poetry describing early winter
1, originally a mountain traveler, Hu Weiyuan traveled. The storm was scared out of danger, and Iwatani liked to seek seclusion. When the paper is cold, it is warm, and when the monk is full, it will rest. Dream for a hundred years, what can you expect?
2, under the cold window, barren hills, grass and trees are fascinated. Birds are noisy, the day is silent, and the sky is very low. There are three roads to drive, and finally a plow is needed. This heart is not proud of the world, but secluded.
The southern foothills are waiting, and the autumn leaves will not wither. Lonely roots come from the north, and embroidery suddenly opens. My country is beautiful. Shu Qi enters the spring calyx, and the garden is full of bright lights. Hao Jia brings a car, Zhu's new makeup. Your door is magnificent. Fear of storms, not ashamed to sing and dance. Intention dominates the landscape, but flattery can hinder it.
You can't escape if you retire, and the water in the pool is crystal clear. If you want frost to shine on the western hills, it will be cold and the North Pole will be high. Only bamboos and cypresses have strong colors, and Artemisia selengensis is the first to move. When I sigh, when I set foot on the west, I feel proud.
5. I have two forest lovers who were invited to tread on a cold day. Transcendent people travel abroad and see the mountains coming out. The leaves of konoha have fallen quietly, and Gan Kun attributed it to the bleak. When the clouds turn over, it's miserable. If you want to distinguish the mid-shore, the smoke is easy to dissipate. The mountains and rivers are lonely, but the palace remains the same. Who is the ancients, it is difficult to read financial statements. Fame follows the dust and has no bones in it.
6, returning is not wrong, there are few things. When the village is old, the court will recover. Poetry should be given with the scenery, and wine is inexhaustible. Chajia's book is still there, let the children read it carefully.
7, the forest has been frosted for several nights, and the ground stove has a unique mountain house. The dusty book invited me to shelve it, and the turbid wine persuaded people to get drunk. If you save money and your family is poor, you will have money, and your leisure time will be as long as it is short. Plum blossoms are bitter and urgent, and the broken branches are fragrant.
8. Make a living by laughing at yourself, and the years pass. Age depends only on medicine, and you have to comb it when you are young. Every day, no one has been to the hut. If you come late, you will be idle, and slowly it will be a diesel train.
9. With a ray of sunny window in the morning sun, Sen eliminated the frost last night. The inkstone is afraid of storing a little water, and the furnace is fragrant because of stirring fire. I am most worried about poems and posts, but I am busy with dust. However, Xiaochunhua declined, and Haitang stayed in makeup on a monthly basis.
10, warm weather in early winter, as small as beginning of spring. Ten thousand trees have no leaves, and ten thousand flowers try one. There is a letter from the sky red frost, and the star halo rain is ahead of schedule. I'm afraid of seeing plum blossoms, but I don't know poetry.
1 1, the single tree is trapped in the cool color, and the clouds have fallen. The new frost is heavy, and the long rain is thin. Birds crow and peck, and they can fly even higher. My mink is still there, and I will be naked when I die.
12, Jiaoying Library, newly built as a rafter. Open up wasteland and love the sun, and cut off spring with stones. The mountain is near blue light, and the window is sparse. When Han Mei vomits, I want to get drunk before the flowers.
13, when the scenery is orange in a good year, you should only know quenching. Barking dogs often fall from frost leaves, while crows are not sure about fighting against wind branches. Why does the stove get hot when you try it, and the paper fails to become silk? Spring forced the cold plum blossom at three or two o'clock, and I was looking for poetry on Lvjiang Road.
14, a piano book and a bed, Dumen flies the light of the years. Empty pockets can still pay off poetry debts, and tired feet can still be drunk. That is, the old chrysanthemum is durable and the plum blossom is fragrant first. (www.lz 13.cn) While I am in charge of leisure scenery, I don't know that the world is busier.
15, the Qing merchants suddenly thanked and sealed the Qing dynasty Myanmar. How early did you get up this morning? This is a poor house. The frost is frozen stiff. Ji Wu is fascinated by the sky. If you manage all the vegetables, you will reap the fruits. Six years in Huaiyang, the scenery is the same every year. I am old and full of ideas.
16, old, sitting and forgetting the night. How dare you waste your hair if you accomplish nothing? The lamp is full of candles, and the mountain is cold and defeated. Fortunately, I have no worldly troubles and am eager to read.
17, although there are few Tian Zhai, the piano book is lucky. You might as well be blessed and follow suit. The situation is to live in the mountains. Comfortable is really fun, but the name is always empty. What do we want if the former sages are still like this?
18, it's still summer in the south in October. Why are the quiet flowers moving and singing? Half a leaf in Suri was pruned, and several red flowers bloomed in Maolin. The ground is heated by Xiaochun, and the day is flat and thin, and it turns light and cloudy. But the shogunate should be talented and talented, and can't lead a drunken life.
19, I've been afraid of personnel for a long time. I'm here to avoid the world. See the mountains and listen to the firewood. The tea bowl turns clear into snow, and the incense burner spits clouds. You should be empty, don't sigh.
20, solar terms change at any time, watching the sunset. The dusk clouds are blue, and the distant trees are light and deep red. Chrysanthemums are cold and dew, and reeds are swaying in the evening breeze. A bottle of who and * * *, independence is endless.