The twenty-four solar terms are the basis for guiding farming! In ancient society, in fact, all levels were very concerned! The following ancient poems about frost season describe the content of frost! Let's see from what aspects did the ancients describe the smell of frost? 4hw.com.cn sent out a group of ancient poems on the theme of frost for you to understand the ancient singing of frost terms!
[Xianghe song & middot; three songs from the Army] Li Yue
Look at the picture, teach the array, draw the ground and talk about the edge. Wulei Tianxi garrison, yingzi stuffed on the river.
The length of the road must count the days, and the book is far away from each question year. There is no hope of rebirth. I think about it before I leave.
The fence is high, fighting on three sides, and the arrows raise the beacon frequency. Camp willows and smoke dusk, Guan elm with snow spring.
There are many veterans in the border town, but there are few returnees in the moraine road. Point to three river soldiers and add dust every year.
When the fire rises, the carving city is surrounded by dust and sand. The wandering army hides the Han flag and rides down to say Tibetan feelings.
The pond is shallow when frost falls, and the autumn is too white and bright. Whoring Yao fanghu, unconsciously, please add soldiers.
[climbing stairs in autumn evening, looking at Nanjiang and entering Shixing County Road] Zhang Jiuling
The sand is scattered, and the frost falls on the sky. A long view from the threshold shows how far the Tianjin road is.
Think of coming to the river and mountains, looking at all the smoke and clouds. If you don't identify yourself, you can't serve.
I'll rustle my temples and make the clouds flutter. The Carpinus is suffering, and the caged birds are dreaming.
The year-old overcast to the night, the day and night empty screen camp. Things are expensive, and the body is tired.
Looking inside, I feel that this is, and I wonder when it will be flat.
[pozhou Xuyi] Chang Jian
Boating in the Huaihe River once, frost falls and flows clear on the evening. The night is long, the tide invades the shore, and the cold moon is near the city.
Pingsha sleeps with wild geese and listens to chickens in the waiting hall. Beyond the clouds of the country, who can enjoy the feeling of travel.
[9-day visit to the North Building of Li Ming mansion] Liu Changqing
On the ninth day, I climbed high and looked down at the trees. In the grass of the human smoke lake, west of the building in Shancui county.
When the frost falls, the sound of the rainbow cuts, and the autumn guests think of the mystery. Tao Ling carries his own wine in white without labor.