The solar term of Xiaohan in 2019 is January 5, which is only two days away from today. Xiaohan is one of the 24 solar terms in China. The arrival of Xiaohan indicates that the temperature will be lower and lower in the future. Don't forget to keep warm. Next, I arranged some verses about Xiaohan for you. Let's study together.
Slight cold
zhen
Small cold even big Lu, happy magpie base new nest.
Pick up the food to find the river song, and hold the purple around the tree top.
The frost Hawk is near the north head, and the pheasant is covered with grass.
Don't blame Yan ningche, the first month of spring and winter.
Small cold food in a boat
Du Fu
Jiachen strong food is still cold, hidden several depression with a crow.
Spring water boat is like sitting in the sky, old flowers are like looking in the fog.
JUANJUAN plays with butterflies passing through the curtain, and the light gulls are rushing down.
The cloud white mountain is green for more than ten thousand miles. It's Chang'an in the north.
Hibiscus in front of the window
Fan Chengda
It's hard to break the cold,
The heart of a flower should be as sour as the heart of a guest.
Even more with the young women,
I don't look at the sadness.
Silk-Washing Stream
Shu Wei
Yanwai brothel has banned smoking. The cold is still thin and soft.
Painting bridge under the red sun swing.
Only before the cup Fang intends, should be drunk before the flower.
It's five o'clock at the green window.
Send people to visit Chen Defang's home in Houshan
Huang Tingjian
It's a little cold in the rain, and it's snowy and hairy.
In the city near cloud horizontal stack, the independent front mountain looks after the mountain.
Drink alone in small garden
Lu You
Henglin shakes down the tiny pill, and the deep courtyard becomes cold.
Autumn Qi has been very gratifying, and old bosom feels more joyless.
At the beginning of the deer's separation from its mother's spot, orange is still sour.
Do you need to wear and decadent crown when you drink a little?
Send Cao Zifang to Fujian road transportation judge and brief transportation envoy Zhang Zhongmou
Huang Tingjian
Cao Hou Huang must bow his horse and write poems in the army.
A concealed man is like a tiger in culture and martial arts, and his distant grandson's demeanor is still mottled.
Yesterday, he was the servant of the bow sword. He sat and watched the horses.
The distance is not different from the chariot hub, the imperial edict sent to make mourning and threatening widowers.
I heard that the people were sick and the salt was used. It was rainy and dry in the southeast.
Xiejun on the river Bingyu tribute, heckled Zhuo from the mountain.
Lao Lang did not make mistakes. He was respectful to serve his officials.
May the south of the Jianghu be still small and wide if you don't fall behind.
A hundred cities are like horses, but it's hard to know how to drive.
There are plenty under the salt cart. If you are defeated, don't allow yourself to be disabled by the people.
The official bakes to recommend Bi Tian to get rid of his face, and the fixed soup to have a chat and a meal in spring.
It is not only banana yellow litchi pill, but also oyster broken mountain.
When the way meets the messenger hanlang official, Qingxi stops the festival and asks for peace.
The son of heaven asked me to participate in the affairs of Qing, but I could be happy with my efforts.
The echo is drunk and mocks the Castanopsis, and the mountain post official plum breaks the cold.
Qingyuan boat in the old
Su Shi
At the beginning of Xiaohan, he crossed meihualing mountain, where there were thousands of valleys and rocks.
Qingyuan chat for the pan house line, a dream clearly fall into the country well.
I feel that there are lakes and mountains in my eyes, and the duck green waves shake the Phoenix shadow.
Hailing residents have no ladder, and they get married at the end of their lives.
There is a jade pendant hanging from the mountainside. Wild horses are not bound by gold.
The car cover in front of the door hunts away, smiling and leaning on the Qingliu to count the sideburns.
Tingzhou meets the spring wind, and white apple blows flowers to disperse smoke.
Thousands of miles floating Peng not to return, eyes broken waves tears such as wash.
The northern wild geese and the southern ones have come to leave the plain books, and the bitter words submerge us.
Ten days in the qingzhai is not the tripod, but the crooked turtle is often the nest.
This year, jade grains are as cheap as water, and bronze bags are empty.
A hundred years of life is like a mail. How many can seventy beauties have.
There is a son who does not talk about the wise and the foolish, but Ni Shenghua takes the classics to hoe.
In the south of the sky, I look at Dongpo old man, but I never study.