1. Poems about the frost in the twenty-four solar terms
Poems about the frost in the twenty-four solar terms 1. Poems about the characteristics of the frost solar terms
Bai Juyi at the end of the year
Frost and precipitation return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains. As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.
How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years? The fate of the settlement has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.
Also taste the heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself. Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.
Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find.
Relegated to Bai Juyi
With a thin face and forty-four spots on his head, he was relegated to Jiangzhou as a county official. Abandoned at the right time and never talented,
Why is it that you are not old and weak? Fire burns the pines in the cold streams to ashes, and the frost falls on the spring forest flowers.
How can it be God’s will to suffer a moment of glory and despair?
Playing with Still Water Bai Juyi
Those who move enjoy the flowing water, and those who still enjoy the still water. It is better to make profit than to flow, and to discern the shape is not as good as stopping.
It was a desolate day with frost falling in the early morning and a gentle breeze rising. The red leaves are blooming in the middle, and the green leaves are blooming in the four corners.
It is eight or nine feet wide and narrow, surrounded by a bay with an edge. It is three or four feet deep and shallow.
The crane's feet are clearly visible, and the fish's tail is clearly visible. Look into your eyes and wash away the dust in your eyes, let your heart wander across your chest.
There is no difference between Dingjiang and Zen, and Ming and sincerity are similar. A man who is pure can discipline a greedy husband, but a man who is indifferent can make friends with gentlemen.
Not just for fun, but also for fun. The mind that desires to know tranquility is the only source of the mind.
2. A complete collection of ancient poems about frost
A complete collection of ancient poems about frost The Book of Songs · Guo Feng · Qin Feng · Jian Jia Jian Jia is green, and the white dew is frost.
The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked.
If you follow it, you will find yourself in the middle of the water. The jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still shining.
The so-called Yiren is on the water. If you follow it back, the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance.
If you go back and swim from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water. When you pick the jasmine, the white dew is still there. The so-called beauty is in the stream of water.
Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.
Traveling in the Mountains, Tang Dynasty - Du Mu Far up the Hanshan Mountain, the stone path is sloping, and there are people living in the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, the leaves are as red as the flowers in February due to frost.
Frost Moon Song Dynasty? Lu You The dead grass is white with frost, and the moon shadow is new on the cold window. The crows circle the trees when they are startled, and the barking dogs follow people far away.
His body was covered with diseases when he returned to farming. If you lose in this world, don't try to persuade him.
It was quite cold four days before the frost. Song Dynasty? Lu You The grass and trees were beginning to turn yellow, and the wind and clouds were closing again and again. After the children hoe wheat, the neighbors will return to the game.
The eagle's strike indicates the approaching frost, and the stork's cry indicates the coming rain. Don’t sigh at the ups and downs, they have rekindled the ashes.
Visiting an old friend’s village Tang Dynasty? Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian’s house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside.
Open a dining room and chat over wine. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums.
The end of the ninth month (autumn) Tang Dynasty? Yuan Zhen Thirty years after the frost, there is only one autumn leaf left. Xuanyin welcomes the setting sun, and the cold soul is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the ashes move to Guan, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty wears fur. Pan is happy tonight, don't be sad in your poems.
At the end of the year, Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi, frost and precipitation return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains. As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.
How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years? The fate of the settlement has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.
Also taste the heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself. Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.
Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find. Dashui Tang Dynasty - Bai Juyi In Guojian, a suburb of Xunyang, the flood comes at the first sign of the year.
Half of the buildings are floating, and many of the city battlements are falling. The vastness is the color of the sea, and the sky is green.
The wind blows and the waves turn white, and the sun boils and the waves turn red. Businessmen and businessmen went out from house to house, and cattle and horses took refuge in the mountains.
When the tax rate is increased, it is quite harmful to farming and mulberry production. The only servant is Zhouzi, who encourages business.
I don’t know that thousands of people are in trouble, but I am looking for a sharp knife. I have nothing to do with you. You have not succeeded for a long time.
After the frost in September, the water dries up and turns to flat ground. Playing with Still Water Tang dynasty - Bai Juyi Those who move enjoy flowing water, and those who remain still enjoy still water.
It’s better to make money flow than to flow, and it’s better to stop and discern shapes. The frost has fallen in the early morning and the gentle breeze has risen.
The red leaves are blooming in the middle, and the green leaves are growing in all corners. It is eight or nine feet wide and narrow, surrounded by a bay with an edge.
Three or four feet deep, shallow and deep. The clear points are that the crane has its feet raised, and the clear fish can be seen losing its tail.
Wash away the dust in your eyes and let your heart wander. There is no difference between Dingjiang and Zen. Ming and sincerity are similar.
A person who is pure can discipline a greedy husband, but a person who is indifferent can make friends with gentlemen. It's not just about playing in vain, it's also about analogy.
The only source of mind that desires to know tranquility is this. Bo Zhou Xuyi Tang Dynasty ? Chang Jian Bo Zhou Huai River times, the frost falls and the water flows clear.
The tide hits the shore at night, the weather is cold and the moon is approaching the city. The flat sand is surrounded by wild geese, waiting in the pavilion to listen to the crow of roosters.
Outside the country and the clouds, who can control the love of travel? Miscellaneous Chronicles of the Boat, Its Ten Yuan Dynasty? Wang Mian The old trees turn to the slanting light, and people are surrounded by water and bamboo.
The dew is deep and the flowers are cold, and the frost is falling and the crabs are fat. How strong is my heart when I drink wine? My thoughts are flying when I look at the mountains.
There is a Wu girl in the boat, and the oars are singing a new return. Nanxiangzi (Chongjiu Hanhui Tower is presented to Xu Junyou) Song Dynasty? Su Shi The traces of frost and precipitation are collected.
Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling.
A sentimental but head-loving person. The festive season is a reward.
But Qingzun will be ruined in autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest.
Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad. Eight Sounds of Ganzhou, Song Dynasty - Liu Yong Xiaoxiao dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky, washing the autumn.
The frost is getting colder, the wind is getting colder, the Guanhe River is in the cold, and the remaining light is shining on the building. Here, the reds and greens are declining, and everything is gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastwards silently.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind? I want to look at the beauty in the building for a long time, but I miss the sky a few times and return to the boat.
I know that I am leaning against the balcony, feeling depressed and depressed.
3. What frosty poems are there about frosty solar term? Sharing of ancient poems
Climb the tower in autumn evening and look at the Nanjiang River entering Shixingjun Road
(Zhang Jiuling)
Scraping sand comes out, and frost falls on the sky.
Looking over the threshold for a long time, there are many far-reaching feelings along the way.
Thinking of coming to the mountains and rivers, looking at all the smoke and clouds.
If you talk eloquently without discerning yourself, how can you accomplish anything?
I am here to show off my hair, and the clouds are floating in my hair.
The horse is curled up in agony, and the caged bird is thinking about its future.
The yin of the year is towards the end of the year, and the camp is empty at sunset.
Life is valuable, and physical fatigue comes from the name.
Looking inside, I feel what I am now, wondering when it will be peaceful.
Li Bai
Tang Dynasty
A monk from Shu held the green feather in his arms and headed west to Mount Emei.
Waving your hand for me is like listening to thousands of pines.
The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound is heard by the frost bell.
Unconsciously, the blue mountains are dusk, and the autumn clouds are dark.
"Yanmen Prefect's Journey"
Li He
Black clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the sun's golden scales.
The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple when stuffed with swallow fat.
The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.
Report your favor on the golden stage, and guide the jade dragon to die for you.
4. Poems about Frost's Descent
Poems about Frost's Descent (Part)
"Bozhou Xuyi" Wei Jian
Bo Zhou The Huaihe River flows clear when frost falls and evening falls. The tide invades the shore for a long time at night, and the weather is cold and the moon approaches the city.
The flat sand is surrounded by wild geese, waiting in the pavilion to listen to the cockcrow. Who can control the love of travel outside the country and the clouds?
"Suiwan" Bai Juyi
The frost and rain return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains.
As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.
How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years?
The division of fate has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.
Also taste the heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself.
Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.
Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find.
"Relegated to Residence" Bai Juyi
With a thin face and forty-four spots on his head, he was relegated to Jiangzhou as a county official.
If you abandon your talent at the right time, why should you be old and feeble?
Fire burns the pine trees in the cold streams to ashes, and the frost falls on the spring forest flowers.
How can it be God’s will to suffer a moment of glory and despair?
"The End of the Nine Months (Autumn Character)" Yuan Zhen
Thirty years after the frost, there is only one autumn leaf left. Xuanyin welcomes the setting sun, and the cold soul is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the ashes move to Guan, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty wears fur. Pan is happy tonight, don't be sad in your poems.
"Qiu Huai Sends Zhu Bu Que" by Wu Yuanheng
The frost falls in Shangyuan, and the scholar begins to hate. The white clouds are deep in the shabby alleys, and the decaying grass is everywhere.
Autumn smoke is heavy at dusk, and the cold sound is making the leaves weak. Pan Shengqiu thinks hard, Tao Ling is alienated from the world.
The Fu Tianfu has been compiled, but it is still a book of exhortations and hunting. I don't know how the Qingsuo guest scores.
5. Poems about frost
Poems about frost
Nanxiangzi
Chongjiu Hanhui Tower presents Xu Junyou and Su Shi< /p>
Frost and water marks are collected. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. A sentimental person with a broken hat but a head in love.
The festival is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou
Looking at the sun in September, I practice shooting in the West Garden with my guests. I am still sick and can’t shoot the leaves in my dream.
The frost is falling, the sky is quiet, and it is autumn. Promote west wind. The cold sound is hidden in the ground, and I first heard it in the sycamore tree at night. Looking back at the high city, you can see that it is thousands of miles away from Guanhe River. When you are drunk, you will be with you. Stacking drums makes the morning clear, flying on horseback and drawing eagle bows.
As the year approaches, guests quarrel with each other and ask questions. The heroism in his life is still there, who is the hero of Shen Ling? It's like being a tiger warrior at a banquet. Wherever the sound of waving strings is heard, a pair of wild geese fall into the sky. I am so old and ashamed, I look back at the clouds.
Songs of Xianghe · Three Songs of Li Yue on the March to the Army
Look at the pictures to teach the array, draw the ground and talk quietly about the edges. The black base is in the sky and the west is garrisoned, and the eagle posture is blocking the river.
The road leader must count the days, and the book must be written far away every year. There is no hope of rebirth, but I still think about the past.
The fence is high and there are three sides to fight with, and the arrows are all flying. Yingliu and smoke are at dusk, and Guanyu is covered with snow in spring.
There are many veterans in the border towns, but few returnees on Qilu. All three rivers are destroyed, and dust is added every year.
The city is carved into flames, and the dust and sand surround the city with the sound of war.
The wandering army hides the Han banner, and the cavalry descends to talk about Tibetan sentiments.
When frost falls, the pond is shallow, and when autumn is deep, it is too bright. The prostitute Yao Fang looked at the tiger and asked for more troops without realizing it.
Climbing up the building in the evening of autumn to look at the Nanjiang River entering Shixing County Road, Zhang Jiuling
The sand is falling and the frost is falling in the sky. Looking down at the threshold for a long time, there are many far-reaching feelings along the way.
Thinking of coming to the mountains and rivers, looking at all the smoke and clouds. If you talk eloquently without discerning yourself, how can you accomplish anything?
I am here to show off my hair, and the clouds are fluttering. The horses are crouched in agony, and the caged birds are thinking about their dreams.
The yin of the year is towards the end of the year, and the camp is empty at sunset. Things are precious because of their nature, and the tiredness of the body comes from the name of the proximate person.
Looking inside, I feel what I am now, wondering when it will be peaceful.
On the 9th, I climbed up to the north tower of Li Ming Mansion and Liu Changqing
On the 9th, I climbed up and looked up, the green sky was far away and the trees were low. There are people in the lake and grass, west of the building in Shancui County.
The sound of frost is heard, and the deep autumn brings deep thoughts to the guests. No work in white clothes and wine, Tao Ling carries himself with him.
Sending Li Zhu off to visit Cen Shen outside the Yangtze River
We have known each other for ten years and have only met you for one official. The family is poor and the salary is still low, and the clothes are still thin after the frost.
Melancholy, the grass dies in autumn, and the youth is depressed at the end of the year. And looking for the Cangzhou Road, it points to Wu Yunduan in the distance.
A horse is far away from the barrier, and a lonely boat is across a vast river. Sleeping at night is damp with Chu smoke, and eating at dawn is cold in the lakes and mountains.
The anvil is clean and red, and the sleeves are fragrant with red tangerine balls. You can see Yu Temple in front of the sail, and you can hear Yantan at the bottom of your pillow.
Then you will gain the pleasure of appreciation, but it will be difficult to sing and travel. Qingmen must be drunk to say goodbye, and he will rarely be able to solve the problem.
The end of the ninth month (the word for autumn) is Yuan Zhen
Thirty years after the frost, there is only one autumn leaf left. Xuanyin welcomes the setting sun, and the cold soul is exhausted.
In the middle of the night, the ashes move to Guan, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty wears his fur. Pan An spends this evening, don't sing about the sadness in his poems.
Poetry describing frost
Bai Juyi at the end of the year
Frost and water return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains. As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.
Why did this guest move south and not return for five years? The fate of the settlement has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.
Also taste the heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself. Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.
Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find.
Relegated to Bai Juyi
With a thin face and forty-four spots on his head, he was relegated to Jiangzhou as a county official. Abandoned at the right time and never talented,
Why is it that you are not old and weak? Fire burns the pines in the cold streams to ashes, and the frost falls on the spring forest flowers.
How can it be God’s will to suffer a moment of glory and despair?
Playing with Still Water Bai Juyi
Those who move enjoy the flowing water, and those who remain still enjoy the still water. It is better to make profit than to flow, and to discern the shape is not as good as stopping.
It was desolate and early frost fell, and a gentle breeze began to blow. The red leaves are blooming in the middle, and the green leaves are blooming in the four corners.
It is eight or nine feet wide and narrow, surrounded by a bay with an edge. It is three or four feet deep and shallow.
The crane's feet are clearly visible, and the fish's tail is clearly visible. Look into your eyes and wash away the dust in your eyes, let your heart wander across your chest.
There is no difference between Dingjiang and Zen, and Ming and sincerity are similar. A man who is pure can discipline a greedy husband, but a man who is indifferent can make friends with gentlemen.
Not just for fun, but also for fun. The mind that desires to know tranquility is the only source of the mind.
Watching villagers raise money in their fields
The six prefectures are not yet profitable, and the three rural areas are competing for work. The poor people do not have well taxes, and all the land is dug.
Grain and millet enter the cold clouds, halfway up the mountain. When autumn comes, it rains heavily, and when frost falls, it is full of rain.
People gather in the middle fields, but the countryside is empty. Those who are ashamed and do not cultivate will have a small salary and Weihe.
The common people follow Zhou Renyan and dare to betray their promises.
Send Li Jiu to Nanyang for Qianqi
The jade pillar and the golden lei are drunk and unhappy. Looking eastward on the Yunshan post road, the sound of booming sounds is intermittent and the sky is far away.
The willow shadows are shady and the autumn day is cold. Frost is falling in the secluded forest, and the forest is covered with flowers, and the strings are frightening, and the mandarin ducks are missing in the Han Garden.
When Autumn comes back, the king's door is blocked, and the road is difficult to answer the song immediately.
Bo Zhou Xuyi Wei Jian
Bo Zhou Huai River times, the frost falls and the water flows clear. The tide invades the shore for a long time at night, and the weather is cold and the moon approaches the city.
The flat sand is surrounded by wild geese, waiting in the pavilion to listen to the cockcrow. Who can control the love of traveling outside the country and the clouds?
Qiu Huai sent Zhu Bequian to Wu Yuanheng
The frost in Shangyuan was the beginning, and the poets began to hate. The white clouds are deep in the shabby alleys, and the decaying grass is everywhere.
Autumn smoke is thick at dusk, and the leaves are dry with a cold sound. Pan Shengqiu thinks hard, Tao Ling is alienated from the world.
The Fu of Guitian has been compiled, but it is still a book of exhortations and hunting. I don’t know how the Qingsuo guest scores.
6. Complete Collection of Ancient Poems about Frost's Descent
Poems about Frost's Descent - Fu De Jiujie (Autumn Character) Yuan Zhen Thirty years after Frost's Descent, there is only one autumn leaf left.
Xuanyin welcomes the setting sun, and the cold soul is gone. In the middle of the night, the ashes move to Guan, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty wears fur.
Pan An spends this evening, don’t worry about the sadness in his poems. Poems about frost - Bai Juyi at the end of the year Frost and water return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains.
As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state. How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years?
The division of fate has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace. He also tastes his heart and mouth, and thinks quietly to himself.
Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy. Why suffer from self-inflicted suffering? It is easy to give up but difficult to seek.
Poetry about Frost's Descent - Bai Juyi was relegated to a distant place in Jiangzhou as a county official. Abandoned at the right time and never talented, why is it so old and feeble?
Fire burns the pine trees in the cold streams to ashes, and the frost falls on the spring forest flowers. How can it be that God's will is revealed when he is so prosperous and depressed for a while?
Poems about frost - a farewell poem to He Guodong one year later (a gift from Mr. Yan, 2007.10.23) When frost fell in Bingxu, the sky was already cold, and I hurriedly bid farewell to the West Station with tears in my eyes. The autumn wind is strong again, and the spring is infinitely warm.
Ziqi stopped to take a look at Tianlai, and Guodong gave him a poem. Even though we haven't seen each other for several years, we are still so close to each other.
Another year of wasting time, accomplishing nothing in middle age. The war drums are still ringing in my ears, and dust and smoke can be seen nowhere in front of my eyes.
Forge a "grinding wheel" to break steel, forming a "doomsday" defense line. The smoke and clouds passed by like white colts, and I hid in the courtyard without fighting.
Once the brothers wanted to leave, but they cleverly tried their best to bring you back. If there is no mutual wish between brothers and sisters, how can we live side by side for 400 days?
But asking for affection is like aging wine, it will be especially fresh when opened after a long time. Drinking tea and appreciating people's moral character and talents are the most cherished by the commoners of Northern Shandong Province.
Poems about frost - Xianhe Song Ci·Li Yue, three poems on the march to the army. Look at the pictures to teach the array, and draw the ground to talk quietly. The black base is in the sky and the west is garrisoned, and the eagle posture is blocking the river.
The road leader must count the days, and the book must be written far away every year. There is no hope of rebirth, but I still think about the past.
The fence is high and there are fights on three sides, and the arrows are all flying. Yingliu and smoke are at dusk, and Guanyu is covered with snow in spring.
There are many veterans in the border towns, but few returnees on Qilu. All three rivers are destroyed, and dust is added every year.
The city is carved into flames, and the dust and sand surround the city with the sound of war. The wandering army hides the Han banner, and the cavalry descends to talk about Tibetan sentiments.
When frost falls, the pond is shallow, and when autumn is deep, it is too bright. The prostitute Yao Fang looked at the tiger and asked for more troops without realizing it.
Poetry about frost - Climbing the tower in the evening of autumn to look at the Nanjiang River entering Shixing County Road Zhang Jiuling. The sand is falling and the sky is crystal clear. Looking down at the threshold for a long time, there are many far-reaching feelings along the way.
Thinking of coming to the mountains and rivers, looking at all the smoke and clouds. If you talk eloquently without discerning yourself, how can you accomplish anything?
I am here to show off my hair, and the clouds are floating in my hair. The horses are crouched in agony, and the caged birds are thinking about their dreams.
The yin of the year is towards the end of the year, and the camp is empty at sunset. Things are precious because of their nature, and physical fatigue comes from the name of the person nearby.
Looking inside, I feel what I am now, wondering when it will be peaceful. Poems about frost - Bozhou Xuyi Changjian Bozhou Huaihe River flows clear at night when frost falls.
The tide hits the shore at night, the weather is cold and the moon is approaching the city. The flat sand is surrounded by wild geese, waiting in the pavilion to listen to the crow of roosters.
Outside the country and the clouds, who can control the love of travel? Poems about Frost's Descent - Send Li Zhu on a trip to the outer reaches of the Yangtze River. I have known each other for ten years, and I have only one official to meet you.
The family is poor and the salary is still small, and the frost is still wearing nothing. Melancholy, the grass dies in autumn, and the youth is depressed at the end of the year.
Looking for the Cangzhou Road, it points to Wu Yunduan in the distance. A horse is far away from the pass, and a lonely boat is across a vast river.
I sleep in the Chu smoke and dampness at night, and eat in the morning when the lakes and mountains are cold. The anvil is clean and red, and the sleeves are fragrant.
You can see Yu Temple in front of the sail, and you can hear Yantan at the bottom of the pillow. Then you will enjoy the pleasure, but it is difficult to sing and travel.
Qingmen must be drunk and bid farewell, and he must rarely leave his saddle. Poems about frost - Liu Changqing climbed to the north tower of Li Ming Mansion on the 9th. On the 9th, I climbed high and looked up. The sky is far away and the trees are low.
Hucaoli is surrounded by people, west of the building in Shancui County. The sound of frost is loud and clear, and the deep autumn makes people feel lost.
No labor in white clothes and wine, Tao Ling carries himself with him.
7. Poems describing frost
Nanxiangzi
Chongjiu Hanhui Tower presents Xu Junyou and Su Shi
The traces of frost and water are harvested. Light green scales reveal distant continents. The wine is fading, the wind is soft and whistling. A sentimental person with a broken hat but a head in love.
The festival is a reward. But the Qingzun will be sacrificed to autumn. Everything is just a dream in the end, rest. Tomorrow the yellow flowers and butterflies will also be sad.
On the 9th, I climbed up to the north tower of Li Ming Mansion and Liu Changqing
On the 9th, I climbed up and looked up, the green sky was far away and the trees were low. There are people in the lake and grass, west of the building in Shancui County.
The sound of frost is heard, and the deep autumn brings deep thoughts to the guests. No work in white clothes and wine, Tao Ling carries himself with him.
Bo Zhou Xuyi Wei Jian
Bo Zhou Huai River times, the frost falls and the water flows clear. The tide invades the shore for a long time at night, and the weather is cold and the moon approaches the city.
The flat sand is surrounded by wild geese, waiting in the pavilion to listen to the cockcrow. Who can control the love of travel outside the country and the clouds?
Autumn Huai sent Zhu Bequ to Wu Yuanheng
The frost fell in Shangyuan, and the poets began to hate. The white clouds are deep in the shabby alleys, and the decaying grass is everywhere.
Autumn smoke is heavy at dusk, and the cold sound is making the leaves weak. Pan Shengqiu thinks hard, Tao Ling is alienated from the world.
The Fu Tianfu has been compiled, but it is still a book of exhortations and hunting. I don't know how the Qingsuo guest scores.
At the end of the year, Bai Juyi
The frost and rain return to the valley, and the wind falls and the trees return to the mountains. As the years pass by, everything returns to its original state.
How come this guest who moved south has not returned for five years? The fate of the settlement has been determined, and as time goes by, the heart will be at peace.
Also taste the heart and mouth, and think quietly to yourself. Going to a foreign country is certainly not a joy, and returning home may not be a joy.
Why suffer by yourself? It is easy to give up but difficult to find.
8. Does anyone know the poems about the 24 solar terms?
Songs about the 24 solar terms: Spring rain shocks the spring, clears the valley, the sky is clear, summer is full of awns, summer and heat are connected, autumn is dew, autumn is cold and frost falls, winter is snowy Winter is a little cold.
A seven-character poem about the twenty-four solar terms. 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 due dates, 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 August at the beginning of autumn; white dew meets the autumnal equinox in September, cold dew and frost fall in October; light snow falls at the beginning of winter in November, and heavy snow welcomes the new year at the winter solstice.
Seize the season and be busy with production, plant and harvest in time to ensure a good harvest. The spring rain shocks the clear valley sky, and the summer is full of awns and the summer heat is connected.
Autumn heat dews, autumn cold frosts fall, winter snows, and winters are mildly cold. The first half of the year is six twenty-one, and the second half of the year is eighty-twenty-three.
The dates of the two festivals are fixed each month, with a maximum difference of one or two days.
9. What are the poems about frost drop
Poems about frost drop 1. Fear and frost fall together with the sun in "Dew" by Xu Yin of the Tang Dynasty 2. The falling frost on the green girl's moon in Tang Dynasty Du Shenyan's "Chong "Nine Days Banquet in Jiangyin" 3. Frost fell in the same night and withered in Tang Bai Juyi's "Reading the Book of Han" 4. Frost fell last night in Tang Bai Juyi's "Envoys to Friends" 5. After frost fell in September, Tang Bai Juyi's "Big Water" 6. Frost fell in September and early in autumn "Du Lingsou" by Bai Juyi in the Cold Tang Dynasty 7. "Bozhou Xuyi" by Chang Jian of the Qing Tang Dynasty as frost descends in the evening 8. "Autumn Evening" by Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty as "Autumn Evening" by Zhang Jiuling in the Tang Dynasty Climb the tower and look at the Nanjiang River entering the Shixing County Road" 10. The frost is falling and the frost is falling in the Tang Dynasty Zhang Jiuling's "Two Autumn Embraces in the County" 11. The sound of frost falling is heard by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty "Climbing the North Tower of Li Ming Mansion in Nine Days" 12. The frost is falling in the secluded forest and the flowers are like money from the Tang Dynasty "Send off Li Jiu to be demoted to Nanyang" 13. "Bozhou Xuyi" by Wei Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Bozhou Xuyi" by Wei Jian of the Tang Dynasty. 14. "Xiao Xing in the Mountains" by Jichuan of the Tang and Yuan Dynasties. , I practiced shooting in the West Garden with my guests, and I didn’t have any remaining illnesses."