Appreciation of poems about the Great Cold in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms

Appreciation of 5 Great Cold Poems of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms

Great Cold Poems: "Bitter Cold in the Village"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

In December of the eighth year, it snowed heavily on the fifth day.

All the bamboos and cypresses were frozen to death, and the people there had no clothes.

Looking back at the village, 89 out of 10 households are poor.

The north wind is as sharp as a sword, and the cloth cannot cover the body.

Only the fire of wormwood and thorns is burning, and I sit at night waiting for the morning in sorrow.

I know that during the Great Cold Year, farmers are particularly hard-working.

On this day, the thatched cottage door is closed.

The brown fur covers the quilt, and there is a residual warmth when sitting and lying down.

I am spared the hardships of hunger and cold, and I have no farmland to work on.

I am deeply ashamed to think of him, and ask myself who he is.

Appreciation:

This poem is divided into two parts. The first part describes how farmers lived in a very miserable winter when the north wind was like a sword and the snow fell heavily. They lacked clothes and quilts and could not sleep at night. However, in the latter part, the author kept the door closed in such a cold day and had enough to eat and wear. And with a good quilt to cover him, he neither suffers from hunger or cold, nor does he have to work hard in the fields. The poet compared his own life with the suffering of farmers, and felt deeply ashamed and guilty, so much so that he sighed, "Who am I?"

In classical poetry, many contrasting techniques are used, and not too few contrast the poverty and suffering of farmers with the arrogance and luxury of the exploiting class. However, it is rare to compare the poverty of farmers with the poet's own food and clothing in this poem, especially this kind of "self-questioning" from the heart, which is even more valuable among feudal literati. In addition to contrast, this poem also has the following characteristics: the language is popular, the narrative is fluent, it is not fuzzy, it is purely drawn in white, the poetic environment is plain, and the feelings are true. These characteristics all reflect the unique and popular artistic style of Bai Juyi's poetry.

Poems about the Great Cold: "The Great Cold"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

The snow has not gone away in the great cold, and the house is closed and cannot go out. It is pitiful that the cloud crowns are cut, and the situation is limited to the knees. room.

My chariot is already suspended, and I have been driving for a long time.

If you are a dead sheep, be careful not to be too discordant. You should be consistent in learning the Tao. If you believe in the power of the sect, you can be deposed by Bai Shiduan.

I will never rest for the sake of the mountain, and I will meet Gaoshan.

Although the age is approaching, the child has beautiful qualities.

Poems about the Great Cold: "The Great Cold Presents Zhang Taibo"

Song Dynasty: Zheng Xie

The cold wind is fierce and vigorous, and the row of houses enters my room.

The sand is gray and the sky is dark, and the day is red and yellow.

Sitting with clothes on his shoulders, his heart and spleen are cold and trembling.

The weather changed in a moment and became as gloomy as paint.

Rain and hail flew through the sky, and pearls appeared in all directions.

After a few seconds, I was amazed, and it was strange that God was so unreasonable.

The gentleman came with a book and a flying staff.

Then he called two or three sons and sat around them on the table.

Call the boy to order the wine, and serve it with pears and chestnuts.

Wine removes cold air and brings spring sunshine to the four walls.

Sir, when you talk about great righteousness, how can you achieve your goals?

It penetrates people’s spirit and makes thunderbolts fly in their ears.

As the old saying goes, on Roots Day, nine cows cannot be subdued.

Yao Mei and Shun Mu seemed to have known each other before.

Just like the bright red sun in the dark night.

Retreat from the karma of saints and sages, and accumulate it in the past.

Wei Pi painted mountain dragons, mud and rubble.

Human beings have inherent knowledge and wisdom, which is not like the plants of things.

If you don’t work hard, day and night are like a knife and ruler.

Men should work hard as they grow older and stronger.

We are too ordinary people now and have not yet received a break.

Who can hold hands and watch others make achievements?

Poetry about the Great Cold: "The Great Cold comes out of the west gate of Jiangling"

Song Dynasty: Lu You

In the bright days, the white horse goes out of the west gate, and the cold clouds are vomiting for a long time.

It is easy to wake up when you are drunk and face the wind, so you can hide your hands under your heavy fur to take out the lukewarm temperature.

Foxes and rabbits fled into the wilderness one after another, and cattle and sheep scattered far away from the village.

If you don’t sigh for the mountains and rivers, a poor wanderer will lose his soul at this age.

Poems about the Great Cold: "Return to the Great Cold in Guichuan"

Song Dynasty: Zheng Xie

The ground wind howls like crazy, coming from the Black Mountain.

Kun Wei wants to move, but the cold sun is green and dull.

Flying sand hits my face, and snow stains my clothes.

How could there not be a jade pot of wine, which would fill your intestines with ice?

Birds and beasts will leave no trace, so I can safely travel.

Yunzhong is the land of the Han Dynasty, but it has not been our territory for a few years.

The vitality is broken, and the old yin is strong.

The east sun blows over the sea, and frost is buried here.

It is common for the fingers to fall after the condition is poor.

An De Tianzi Ze, the mighty and desolate.

Sweep away the evil atmosphere and bathe in the pure orchid soup.

The east wind brings thousands of homes, and the painting building has a long spring day.

The grass touches the edge of the brocade boots, and the flowers enter the fragrant clothes.

Pedestrians roll up their sleeves and sing long songs to return to their hometown.