The poems about first frost are as follows:
1. In mid-September in first frost, there was Wan Li frost in the sky. Wild jackals sacrifice the moon first, and fairy chrysanthemums meet Chongyang. Autumn is sad and sparse, and Hongming remembers his hometown. Who knows that a bottle of wine can make a hundred autumn deaths.
2. Doumen works in first frost every day, and the wind and rain keep moving towards the DPRK. Sobbing all over the side building, what's the matter with the shutter to see the new moon? A night of frost and cold wood leaves, Nanxiangzi's nine-storey Hanhui Building is Xu Junyou.
3. The water in first frost has been collected, and the shallow blue scales are exposed in Yuanzhou. The wine is fading away, the wind is soft, and the hat is broken and affectionate, but the head is in love. If the festival is a reward, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end, take a break. Tomorrow's yellow butterfly is also worried.
4. Bai Juyi's "Year's Eve": first frost's water returns to the valley, and the wind falls to the mountains. Ran Ran will have a banquet at the age of 2, and everything will return to its original source. Going to the country is not fun, but returning home may not be fun. Why bother? It's easier to give up than to ask for it.
5. Bai Juyi's Exile: He is thin and his head is 44, and he is a county official in Jiangzhou. Abandoning talents at every time, burning cold streams and pine to embers, first frost spring forest flowers appoint the land. Is it god's will to be honored and weakened for a while? There are many veterans in the border town, but few people return to the road. The pond in first frost is shallow, and the autumn is deep and white.
6. Zhang Jiuling's "Going upstairs in autumn and looking at Nanjiang into Shixing County Road": Boating in Huaishui, first frost is clear in the evening. The tide invaded the shore for a long time at night, and the cold moon approached the city. Pingsha depends on geese to stay, waiting for the pavilion to listen to chickens. Beyond the clouds, who can care about travel?
7. Cen Can's "Seeing Li Kun off the River": We should have known each other for ten years, but I only see one official. The family is poor and poor, but first frost's clothes are still single. Melancholy autumn grass dies, depression lasts forever. And look for Cangzhou Road, pointing to Wu Yunyun. A horse is far away, but a lonely boat is wide. Sleeping at night is wet with smoke, and the mountains and lakes are cold. The anvil is clean and red, and the sleeves are fragrant and orange. See Yu Temple before the sail, and smell Yan Beach at the bottom of the pillow.
8. Liu Changqing's Nine-Day Ascension to the North Building of the Li Ming Mansion: On the ninth day, the sky is far away and the trees are low. First frost Hongnan, the wind clear Yunmenxi. If you are not talented, you will be favored, and if you have a life, you will be surprised. At dusk, the birds live in the cool, and the words thank you.
9. Jia Dao's "Yi Jiang Shang Wu Chu Shi": When Fujian sails, the toad loses to last contact. The autumn wind blows the Weihe River, leaving leaves all over Chang 'an. It's a bitter night of lovesickness, and no one looks down on it. Try to ask the wine about your life, and it will flow when falling leaves fall.
1. Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: The weather is blue and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in thick ice, and there is cold light in short days. Knocking on a stone can't make a fire, and the strong yin is taking the yang. What's the point of adjusting bitterness? It's frozen into this chapter.