Poetry about spring cold

The poems describing the cold in spring are:

1. "Cold in Spring" by Chen Yuyi.

The wind is blowing every day in Baling in February, and the spring cold is not over yet.

Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the drizzle.

Appreciation:

"February Baling" indicates the place and time. "The wind is blowing every day", which shows the continuation of the spring cold. Saying "wind" also includes "rain". For the convenience of textual use, the two words "wind and rain" are separated. This and the fourth sentence echo each other. Under the constant attack of wind and rain, the flowers that have already opened will drift away, the buds that have not yet opened will not sprout, and the spring will be desolate. This kind of endless bad weather is a disaster for the new flowers and leaves in spring. "It's over", it's over. "Ti" means fear. "Xieyuan Gong" is an inversion of syntax, which means "to frighten Yuan Gong".

2. "Cold in Spring" by Bai Juyi.

The spring air is cold today, so I ask myself what I want.

Su warm sage white wine, milk and rehmannia glutinosa porridge.

Not only can it relieve the craving for food, but it can also regulate the diseased abdomen.

Appreciation:

What to do in the cold spring? The great poet Bai Juyi’s answer is very straightforward, eat! After eating, I patted my stomach and thought about those sages who didn't even have enough food and wine, and I felt a little embarrassed.

3. "Early Spring" Changzhu.

The spring of the new year is still shallow, and the gardens are not fully bloomed.

Snow and new rain fall, and the wind brings the old cold.

Listen to the birds and hear the returning geese, look at the flowers and recognize the early plum blossoms.

Life only lasts a few days, and it is even pushed by a year.

Appreciation:

Spring has just begun, and not all the flowers in the garden have bloomed yet. Snow and rain fell together, but the wind was still filled with the chill of winter. The wild geese fly back and the early plum blossoms bloom. Hey, another year is coming, and time really makes us grow old.