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What are the classic ancient poems of the great cold solar term? The complete collection of ancient

In the past, time was slow, life was slow, but people had a long feeling. They always remember the changes of seasons. The ancients often wrote time in poems to commemorate and spread in the world. They shared and expressed their feelings with people. There are many poems about the cold solar terms. Let's read them together!

Poems on the solar terms of the great cold

Written by you Ciyun, Song Chen

Old bosom is not with the world more, just say idle line Xing Yi Ran. Slightly wet, easy to dry sand, soft road, cold but warm snow, sunny day.

Before arriving at the temple, incense is wonderful, and the bottom is used to find plum mountain Ziyan. Smile and ask the people in songbian to set up a stone. Do you know what year it is today.

Ten song Fanghui poems in the evening overlooking rhyme of Wushan mountain with jiaguzi

The extreme eye is infinite, Six Harmonies wide, and looks up to the sky like a muddy appearance. Every day the skip grows, and the moon sleeps in the cold.

The back of the elbow is hard but old. Don't leave any residue in the cup. In the coming seventy years, I am still in good health, and it is easy to return to you with my knees.

Yongle wine selling song Fanghui

How can the cold without a cup of wine, want to cause a lot of hate. If you donate one voucher, you will get about three liters of earthen pots.

The village sell is too thin, like water, and the frozen surface is slightly warm with ice. Don't be surprised at the servants and workers. There has always been meat like a mausoleum.

Da Han Yin song Shaoyong

Before the old snow disappears, the new snow embraces the households. Frozen silver bed in front of the steps, cornice ice bell milk.

The clear sun has no light, and the strong wind is angry. Every man has his tongue, and words cannot vomit.

Sitting with Zhong Meng at night, song Wentong

The sleeping bird flies off the wild goose and works alone in the quiet dust. The wind blows in the north, the frost is majestic, the clouds press the south mountain, and the snow is high.

Sleep less before you know the effectiveness of tea. In the cold, you must send wine for pride. The inkstone ice is old and the lantern flowers are old. They still hold my robe to the books.

Yuan Shayuan song zenggong

The mountain rises to the south, the next peak is high, and the top porch is not tired of work. The sea is often bleak, and the pines and bamboos are more bleak in the cold.

After Taiwan and Japan, they always sell fragrant seal characters, and talk about the wind and falling dust of Xi. I also want to be complacent. The water in the glass bottle shines on qiuhao.

Back to ciguichuan, great cold, song Zhengyu

The earth wind, like a wild wind, comes from the side of Montenegro. Kun Wei wants to move, and the cold sun is green.

The flying sand hit my face and the snow stained my clothes. Don't you have a jade pot of wine and drink it with ice.

Birds and animals leave no trace. We can be safe. This Han soil in the clouds has not been our Xinjiang for a few years.

The vitality is cracked, and the old Yin is prosperous and strong. The East Sun blows the sea, and cold frost is buried here.

After poverty, falling fingers is common. Settle in the emperor's Ze, vast and gradually poor and desolate.

Sweep away the evil atmosphere and customs and bathe in Chulan soup. There are 100000 houses in the east wind, and the painting buildings are long in spring.

Grass steps on the edge of brocade boots, and flowers enter Luoyi fragrance. Pedestrians roll their sleeves and return to their hometown with a long song.

The village is bitter and cold. Tang Bai Juyi

It snowed on December 5, 2008. Bamboo and cypress are frozen to death, and there are no people in clothes.

There are eight or nine poor rooms in Huiguan village. The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and the cloth is not covered.

Only burn wormwood thorn fire, worry about sitting at night and waiting for the morning. I know the age of the great cold, and farmers are particularly bitter and bitter.

Today, the thatched cottage is hidden. Brown fur covers the quilt, and there is residual temperature when sitting and lying.

Fortunately, we are free from hunger, cold and hard work. It's a shame to read him and ask yourself who he is.

Later, he ascended Qianzhou and immediately sent it to minister Li, Tang Geng

Zhangxi and Gongshui, what will make waves. It is difficult to travel alone if there are few people returning from thousands of miles.

Spring waves, twilight across the beach. The flower hair is early from the South and the river is wide from the north.

Old friends visit Shengfu, and Xinjiao towers a dangerous crown. Chu's sword was cut at the end of the period, and Sui Zhu regretted not playing it.

When you wake up, your sorrow turns to the extreme. Don't be far away. Your tears are dry. I wish to keep Qiao loose and green over the cold.

Song Huang Tingjian knows pines and cypresses in winter

Pines and cypresses are naturally unique and green throughout the four seasons. When the heart is hidden, it withers, and the old man knows the great cold. Bleak frost night, the wheel of the ravine posture.

Or let mole ant nest, no axe Jin is late. It is quiet for thousands of years, and it is sad. Zheng Gong helped Zhenguan, but there was no seal of Yi.

Title: the way of song king in Fuguang qiujiashan Temple

The bell of the ancient temple leaks to the disabled, and the horse neighs and the people raise their saddle. It was a cloudy and sunny day, and Li Liechu welcomed the small cold.

The stream is cut off, cold and frozen, wild fields are burning and Xiaoshuang is dry. Ho to the old step on the floating light road, Zhihu Huai wants acid with his own eyes.

It's a cold day to travel with you in Jingming. You can ride alone on the horse and hope for the king of song

The bleak wind darkened Guangchuan and washed the cold to the edge of white clouds. Cold donkey remembers Chang'an Road bitterly. The ancient temple goes deep for a long time.

Xianshou poet is poor in painting, and the sentence of a scholar on a lonely mountain can be passed on. Suspect you is Lin Junfu. The wonderful words are clear, so it is just like.

Great cold song Luyou

The cold and snow have not disappeared. I can't go out when I close my door. I'm sorry to cut the cloud crown. This is the knee room.

My car is hanging, I drive for a long time and scold. Brush the dust to take a series, relatively easy all day.

The dead sheep should avoid many differences. When learning the Tao, they should send one letter. The letter can belong to the que Li, and the Baishi end can be deposed.

Don't rest for Shantang and meet Gao Gu. Although the decadent age has been forced, the child has beauty.

Great cold out of the west gate of Jiangling, song Luyou

The horse goes out of the west gate in pingming, and the cold clouds spit and swallow for a long time. It's easy to wake up when the wind blows on the drunk face. Heavy fur hides his hand and takes a little temperature.

One after another, Fox and rabbit cast deep Mang and scattered cattle and sheep far away from the village. Without much emotion for the mountains and rivers, the old poor wanderer lost his soul.

Dongxing buys wine charcoal with song Zengfeng

When the cold is over, everything escapes into the machine. The leaves of the trees follow the wind, and the falling stones of the streams have a home.

Yan Guan's back hall expels frost gas, and Yu you's precursor frustrates Xuewei. There is no need to complain about sending it to laihong. It is not wrong to leave home as a guest.