What poems describe "cold weather"?

Ode to autumn sounds? (Ouyang Xiu in Northern Song Dynasty)

"Her husband! The vegetation is ruthless, and sometimes it falls. Man is an animal and the spirit of all things. All kinds of worries feel their hearts, and everything is shaped. If it moves in the middle, it will shake its essence. However, the situation is beyond its power and worrying its wisdom. Eucalyptus is suitable, and stars are black. Why compete for glory with non-stone quality vegetation? Think about who is a thief, why hate autumn sound! "

Yu Linling (Liu Yong in Northern Song Dynasty)

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?

Huanxi yarn (Qingnalan Xingde)

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.

It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.

Three Gorges (North of Daoyuan, Wei Li)

At the beginning of every sunny day, the frost shines and the forest is cold and silent. There are often high apes screaming, leading to sorrow, echoing in the empty valley, and sorrow turning leisurely. So the fisherman sang: "The Wuxia Gorge of the Three Gorges in Badong is long, and the apes cry three times!"

The bright moon shines in the sky

The bright moon shines that night, promoting the singing of the East Wall.

Yuheng refers to Meng Dong, and the stars are vivid.

Thousands of years of exposure to weeds, the season suddenly changes.

In the woods of Qiu Chan, this mysterious bird died peacefully.

Yesterday, I was a friend of the same family, holding high and shaking six purlins.

If you don't want to join hands, you will abandon me like a relic.

There is a fight between the north and the south, and the morning glory does not bear the yoke.

What's the use of a false name without a solid rock?

Dongcheng is tall and long.

The wind is moving back and the autumn grass is green.

Change at four o'clock, how fast it takes a year!

The morning breeze is painstaking and the crickets are cramped.

What is self-termination?

The deceased is like a husband.

The day of the dead is sparse, and the day of the living is near.

Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.

The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.

I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.

Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.

Xing (Cao Pi)

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold.

The vegetation was shaken and exposed to frost.

The geese resigned and returned to the south of the country.

It hurts to think of the monarch.

Lying on a dead tree (Yu Xin)

Planting willows in previous years was easy in Hannan. It looks like it will fall off today, and Jiangtan is very sad. How can a person be inferior to a tree?

Klang Ganzhou (Liuyong)

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? How many times have you missed beauty makeup, and God knows when you come home? Fighting for me, leaning against the railing, I'm worried.

Xiao Zhongshan? (Yue Fei)?

I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

Tianjin sand (yuan. Ma Zhiyuan)

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world.

Denggao (Tang Du Fu)

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.

After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Su Muzhe (Song Fan Zhongyan)

Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.

The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.

The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.