The ancient poems about early winter are as follows:
1. "Early Winter"
The poems in my life lead the streamer, and I love the thousands of frosts in early winter. The maple leaves are better when they are dying, and the plum blossoms are fragrant before they are moved. Why not retire when you are comfortable in your old age? If you have no business in a short period of time, you will grow up on your own. There is a child who has the same interest, and the windows facing each other are stained with yellow.
The poet said, I have written so many poems in my life, and what I love most is the autumn frost covering the roof tiles in early winter. The frost-stained maple leaves are almost withered, but they are at their most beautiful. The plum blossoms haven't bloomed yet, but I seem to have smelled the fragrance.
As I get older, I just want to be comfortable. I can leave the hustle and bustle of the world and enjoy the scenery outside freely in my own courtyard. What's more, we are accompanied by children, enjoying family happiness together. We graffiti under the window and enjoy ourselves.
2. "One of Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter"
The drizzle brings coldness but there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow. Xiaochun has only been gone for a few days, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is blooming somewhere.
A drizzle brought a lot of chill, but no frost. The leaves on the trees in front of the courtyard are half green and half yellow, and the plum blossoms not far away are already in bloom. After entering the beginning of winter, there will always be a period of "Indian Spring" weather in the south. I guess in the year where the poet lives, it is also extremely comfortable to have a period of warm spring-like weather in the cold winter!
3. "The frost on the day before the beginning of winter has feelings for chrysanthemums"
Last night the frost was cold and the catkins were covered with red leaves. The west wind has swept away the garden, but only the yellow flowers live up to the autumn.
There was a clear frost last night, and I felt cold even under the quilt. When I woke up in the morning, red leaves had fallen all over the front steps. The grass and trees in the garden gradually withered in the cold west wind; only the golden chrysanthemums bloomed in the frost, living up to the autumn glory. At the beginning of winter, the coolness hits you. There are chrysanthemums like this, which are not afraid of the severe cold and bloom proudly. How can it not be pleasing to the eye with such tenacious vitality? How could it not be heart-warming?
4. "Early Winter"
The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good in October, and the poor winter scenery looks like spring. The light frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry up 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 way to enter the restaurant.
This poem was written by the poet when he was in Hangzhou in the third year of Changqing's reign. In early winter in Jiangnan, the weather is sunny and warm, as beautiful and lovely as spring in March. Although the frost has come, the grass is still green. The sun warmed and dried the earth. Although the leaves of the old zhe tree have turned yellow, they are still as tender as new buds.
Han Ying does not follow the order of time. Although there are no green leaves and red flowers, the white branches are not a bright and white flower? At this time, I only envied the leisure of the drinkers, but I could not enjoy the leisure like them.