What are some ancient poems that describe cold?

A message to guests from the far end of the world, feeling sad in the cold weather. ——Ming Dynasty Yu Qian's "It's Very Cold in Taiyuan on New Year's Eve"

Please send a message to tell your friends living far away that although the weather is cold in front of you, this coldness is nothing and you don't have to worry about it.

Where are the flying catkins and flying flowers? The layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and a sparse tree is in the cold. ——"Linjiangxian·Hanliu" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty

Where have the catkins and poplars drifted to in the wind? It turned out that it was destroyed by thick ice and snow. It was late at night and the wind was cold at the fifth watch, and this willow tree also looked desolate and desolate.

The snow shines on the mountain city, the jade fingers are cold, and the sound of Qiang Guan complains among the buildings. ——"Partridge Sky·Snow Shining on the Mountain City and Jade Finger Cold" written by Liu of the Song Dynasty

The white snow covering the ground reflects on the mountain city. In the ice and snow, even the jade fingers of the flute player upstairs feel cold, right? The sound of the Qiang flute you played was filled with the sadness of parting, floating in the space.

The drizzle and slanting wind make the dawn cold, and the light smoke and sparse willow trees make the beach beautiful. ——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Huanxisha·Drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold"

The weather with drizzle and slanting wind is slightly cold. The light smoke and the sparse willow trees on the beach seemed to be flattering the beach that had just cleared up.

The shadow of the ancient mirror in the dangerous building is still cold. ——Zhang Yan, Song Dynasty, "The Wind Enters the Pine·The Shadow in the Ancient Mirror of a Dangerous Building Is Still Cold"

Leaning alone on a tall building, the figure in the mirror still feels lonely and desolate.

The cold sun is rustling outside the window, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky, Cold Sun Xiu Xiu Window"

The pale sunshine in late autumn gradually shines on the windows with carved patterns, and the sycamore trees should also resent the frost that comes at night. .

It’s rainy and cold in the morning, and I’m so worried about it, so why not walk by the apricot blossoms? Last year's high picking bucket was light. ——Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty, "Huanxisha·Woodry in the Rainy Morning"

This continuous rain is like a constant stream of sorrow. I vaguely remember that last year we went to the apricot garden to play, and we climbed up the branches together. Pick flower branches and compete to see who is the lightest and neatest.

There is a cold wave and ruthless afterglow, which is Xiaoxiao Nanpu. ——Ming Liu Rushi's "Jinmingchi·Yong Hanliu"

The water waves that brought chills were also a little preoccupied; only the westward sunshine cast a pale shadow and gradually disappeared; The water bank in the south is the place where I say goodbye. When you leave, bursts of desolate wind bring desolation to Yi Shui.

The cold sun is rustling outside the window, and the phoenix trees should hate the frost at night. ——Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty, "Partridge Sky, Cold Sun Xiu Xiu Window"

The pale sunshine in late autumn gradually shines on the windows with carved patterns, and the sycamore trees should also resent the frost that comes at night. .

If you want to take off your clothes, the cold has not gone away, and if you don’t roll up the bead curtain, you will be in the depths. ——Zhao Lingju, Song Dynasty, "Butterfly Loves Flowers, I want to lose my clothes but the cold is not gone"

I want to take off my heavy coat, but the spring always turns warm and cold, and the cold has not completely subsided. The beaded curtain on the door hung lazily, and the person who was sullen in the depths of the boudoir really had no intention of rolling up the curtain and just sat alone at home.