Poetry about feeling the cold

"Blowing your hat and catching the wind and cold"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Bing

Poetry: Blowing your hat and catching the wind and cold

From: " "Three Poems on the Road"

Author: Su Bin

Era: Song Dynasty

Jujubes are gathered in thousands of stars, and good seedlings are green at the end.

Throwing the basket is more beautiful, blowing the hat will catch the wind and cold.

Monk Luo Nuoshui, medicine official of Lingling Mountain.

Poetry has improved recently, and Lao Mei will read it.

Linjiang Immortal Lu Qianke

The deserted garden with heavy golden locks is quiet, and the beautiful windows look at the autumn sky. As soon as the green flowers are gone, there is no trace. The song from the jade tower is blown, but the sound has been blown away by the wind.

The Yanyue didn't know about the changes in personnel, and it still shined in the deep palace at night. The lotus flowers face each other in the wild pond, secretly killing the country, and the clear dew is fragrant and red.

The first thing that came to mind after seeing the question was this poem. The smoke and moon are as old as before, and people and things have changed. A generation of dynasties has come to an end. It is obviously full of desolation and hopelessness, but it cannot hide the sad beauty of the brokenness and sadness.

Su Xiaoxiao's Tomb Li He

The orchid dew is like crying eyes.

There is no unity, and the fireworks cannot be cut.

Grass is like grass, and pines are like canopy.

The wind is a garment and the water is a pendant.

We treat each other in the evening.

Cold green candle, labor of glory.

Under the Xiling Mountains, the wind blows and rains.