Poetry about the scenery of Beginning of Winter

"The Beginning of Winter" by Zuohe River

The north wind blows back and forth, and it is cold and cool, and the sparse trees shake the sky, half green and yellow.

Dikes were built in all fields to prevent drought and floods, and thousands of families dried and collected their belongings.

"Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter" by Qiu Yuan of the Song Dynasty

The drizzle brings coldness but there is no frost, and the leaves in front of the garden are half green and yellow.

Little spring has been gone for only a few days, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is blooming somewhere.

"The Frost on the Day Before the Beginning of Winter Feels About the Chrysanthemums" by Qian Shi of the Song Dynasty

Last night the frost was cold and the catkins were covered with red leaves.

The west wind has swept away the garden, but only the yellow flowers live up to the autumn.

"The Beginning of Winter" by Zijin Shuang

The lotus pond is full of dry eyes, and the west wind is gradually blowing from the north.

The boxwood is stubborn and uniform, while the white birch is soft and sparse.

The cold frost at the door can wake you up, and the remaining light from the window makes it easy to read.

I made an appointment with Sanjiu to sing plum blossoms and snow, and also borrowed my own small stove.

"Two Poems on the Beginning of Winter" by Qiu Yuan of the Song Dynasty

The Qifeng is full of loose tea smoke, and the light rain is slightly wet on the seat felt.

I believe that this year’s cold weather comes early, and my cloth is brown and not filled with cotton.

Fang Hui "On September 26th, the snow has not yet arrived, and most of the people from the north have clouds."

The beginning of winter is still ten days old, and the clothes are not filled with cotton.

The wind overturned the house in the middle of the night, and filled the boat with snow in the morning.

It’s strange to be unlucky at times, but I am the most pitiable.

The open sleeves hide sore fingers, and the frozen shoulders are shrugged while leaning on the railing.

The withered intestines are suddenly desolate, and the remaining chrysanthemums are still fresh.

Those who are poor and have no quilt should suffer from many diseases.

Ming Dynasty Wang Zhideng's "The Beginning of Winter"

The autumn wind blows away the old Tingke, and the yellow leaves and red maples pass by.

A little Zen lantern lights up the half-moon. It’s colder tonight than last night.

Li Bai's "The Beginning of Winter"

New poems written in frozen pen are lazy to write, and the wine is warm in the cold furnace.

Drunkenly looking at the ink flowers and the white moon, I feel like the village in front of me is filled with snow.

"Walking in the Wild at the Beginning of Winter" by Shi Wenjue of the Song Dynasty

The chanting is not afraid of the distance, and the scenery is worth copying.

The sky and water are clear, and autumn and winter are beginning to merge.

Drinking the rainbow and dissipating the song of the sea, the wild geese go down to the pond.

You must take advantage of the moon to return home, and knock on the loose door at night.

Su Che's "Hearing Thunder at the Beginning of Winter":

If the yang is not restrained, it will be painful for half a year.

Grain and millet feed locust borers, and japonica rice feeds on the mainland.

When the people are hungry, the strong support is provided, and wheat serves as a bed in the evening of autumn.

Min Ran waits for a rain, and the frost falls and the water spring shrinks.

Watching the morning of the dynasty in Ulshan, the torrential rain pours over the sky.

The menstrual period will become more violent, and the winter will become more and more frowning.

There is a spring thunder in the middle of the night, and the wheel turns in the middle of the sky.

The old man can’t sleep, and the child is frightened and crying.

Looking at the courtyard, the pines and chrysanthemums are half destroyed and bald.

Withered grass sprouts latently, and dormant insects lurk in chaos.

The firewood does not come out of the market, and it is not cooked in the morning and in the afternoon.

If the first seed is not put into the soil, it will be difficult to have a full stomach.

The scholar wrote the ancient sayings, and Hong Fan left a note.

There is no midfielder at this time, so whoever wants to report this should be informed.

Lu You's "Writing at the Beginning of Winter"

The room is small and the wealth is knee-high, and the walls are low and only reach the shoulders.

Just after the month of giving clothes, I met Shi Qiu Tian again.

An inch of camp stove charcoal is called cloth and quilt cotton.

I have always been a teacher in the back alleys, and I feel happy everywhere.