What are the ancient poems describing the light snow solar term
4hw.com.cn: we all know that Xiaoxue is one of the traditional 24 solar terms. Since ancient times, many scholars and poets have left many calligraphy treasures. What are the ancient poems of Xiaoxue solar term? Let's have a look.
Ciyun Zhang's three poems of loving snow (Huang Tingjian)
The city's Louguan jade is dry, and it is not cold when it is light snow and sunny.
Moisten bamboo roots, fat wax bamboo shoots, warm open vegetables and help spring plate.
There are many things in front of you, few sightseeing tours, no worries on the chest, and wide drinking capacity.
I heard that the sand pear has moved, and I will whip the horse to spoil the mud.
Xiaoxue day drama Title quatrains -- Tang & middot; Zhang Deng
Jiazi pushed the snow, and the thorn was as green as the hibiscus.
Harmony and long-term maintenance have no rest, but the rain and dew on Yanzhou are partial.
And Dr. Xiao Xiaoxue day -- Tang & middot; Xu Xuan
Zheng Xifu leans in the West and tries a new stove to cook tea.
The hedgerow chrysanthemum comes to cover the water low, and Sai Hong flies to Lianxia far away.
The lonely light snow leisurely passes, and the mottled light frost is added on the temples.
Don't wish the poem to Canghua if you have no choice.
Yebo Jingxi (Chen Yu)
The snow is clear, the reed leaves are dark, the long wave is urgent, and the crane hisses.
A lone boat sleeps in running water all night and sees the moon falling on the mountain.
Xiaoxue (song ・ Shi Shanzhen)
The cloud is dark, and the graupel point is tiny. I smell the window leaf of Su Su. Most worried about North and South dogs barking, and fear that the north wind will fly back.
Mengjinshang can cut a good sentence. The hair on the temples can weave cold clothes. It's hard to sleep with the stove, and it's hard to support. Call the plum blossom to help out.
Original jade: Seven Laws & middot; Xiaoxue (a Geng Fu)
The fog locks the river and the Huaihe River. The chrysanthemum is slightly colored, and the snow flies wildly in the north of the Great Wall.
Hongzang bald ridge cold cloud accumulation, gas falling to the wasteland, far away, few trees.
The willow bank chants and pities the dew leaves. The star window sits and reads to find winter clothes.
Every year, the festival is usually over, but I see frost and smoke on my temples.
Early cold (land tour)
After long rain and Double Ninth Festival, before cold and light snow. Pick up a salary, a bun servant, sell vegetables and dig a boat.
Thin rice porridge, empty bed, so mat. The body still has to pay, and the name needs to be passed on?