The poems describing the frost are as follows:
1. "Poetry of the Twenty-Four Qi. Frost's Fall in the Mid-September" (Yuan Zhen, Tang Dynasty)
The wind rolls clear clouds The sky is covered with frost. Wild jackals first worship the moon, and fairy chrysanthemums meet the Double Ninth Festival. The autumn colors are sad and sparse trees, and the sound reminds me of my hometown. Who knew that a bottle of wine could destroy a hundred years of autumn?
The Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen has a set of poems about the twenty-four solar terms. This is a poem about the frost solar term. Autumn is full of desolation at the time of frost. In ancient times, frost was divided into three periods: "In the first period, jackals are sacrificed to beasts; in the second period, the grass and trees turn yellow; in the third period, stinging insects bite." This means that during the first period, jackals start to hunt in large numbers. Little beasts, they fatten themselves up to survive the winter when it’s hard to find food.
Here the poet uses the allusion of jackals sacrificing animals. Coupled with sparse trees, mourning, and homesickness, you can drink a glass of wine at this time and forget about this foreign hometown, sadness, and past and present years.
Two "Climbing the North Tower of Li Ming Mansion in Nine Days" (Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty)
Climbing high in nine days and looking out, the green sky is far away and the trees are low. There are people in the lake and grass, west of the building in Shancui County. The sound of frost is loud and clear, and the deep autumn makes people feel lost. No work in white clothes and wine, Tao Ling carries himself with him.
This poem by Liu Changqing writes about the thoughts of a wanderer traveling in autumn. He climbed up high and looked into the distance, where the trees in the distance were green and the people were indistinct. The sound of breaking the waves on the frosty day is particularly sad, and the thoughts of traveling are also particularly gloomy.
It is said in "Xu Jin Yang Qiu" by Tan Daoluan of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Tao Qian tasted that there was no wine on September 9th. In the chrysanthemum bushes beside the house, he picked a handful of chrysanthemums. He sat beside it for a long time. He saw He arrived in white clothes. It was Wang Hong who brought wine. Even if he drank, he came back drunk. "The poet didn't need to bring wine in white clothes.
Third "Suiwan" (Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty)
Frost precipitation returns 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. 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 by yourself, it is easy to give up but difficult to seek.
The scene of the chilling of all things in autumn is easy to make people sad, and the weather is even colder during the frost season, which is already sad for people who go to the country to miss their hometown, not to mention the poet Bai Juyi who has experienced A person who has experienced ups and downs in life.
In this poem, the poet's mood seems to be in his twilight years just like the frost season. He feels that his fate has been decided and there is no need to say anything. Corresponding to the cold weather, the author is frustrated. attitude towards life.
Four "Bozhou Xuyi" (Wei Jian, Tang Dynasty)
Bozhou Huaihe River comes next, and the water flows clear in the evening when frost 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 crow of roosters. Who can control the love of travel outside the country and the clouds?
This poem gives people a deserted and bleak feeling. The tide spreads on the river bank, the moonlight is like snow, covering the flat sand with falling geese and the hotel cockcrow.
The reason for this desolate feeling is precisely this strong feeling of homesickness!