The eleventh month of the lunar calendar is also known as midwinter, the winter moon. At this time, the winter is getting deeper, the winter is even colder, the earth is more deserted, everything is hidden, and time is slow, but it also reveals a sense of peace and quiet. The river sky is less cold, and the winter moon rain is still flying. Going out of the house is worried to listen, and the guest clothes are sprinkled from the wind. The soul of the brigade is broken, and the hometown letter is slight. A few days should be clear, and the boat should be lonely and want to return. - Don Zhang Ding, "Rain in the South of the Yangtze River".
It's the middle of winter, but people are still wandering outside. When I arrived in Jiangnan, it was not too cold, and in winter, there was still rain. I went out the door, with sorrow, and listened to the sound of the rain, and the wind blew and rained on my clothes. People who are detained and travelled are always prone to heartache and intestines, and although there are letters that can convey their hometown, they will never return. The rain fell for a few days, and the sky gradually cleared, rowing a small boat, I really wanted to return to my hometown immediately!The winter in the south of the Yangtze River, although it is not cold, but the homesickness is the most urgent. The winter is bitterly cold, and the more unbearable the longing, the colder it is, the more afraid of loneliness. In the middle of November and the bitter cold winter, the boudoir still sits in front of the green window. Why don't the robes open the collar, and the thin muscles of the sorrowful monarch are too wide. ——Tang Dunhuang song "Liaoyang Han Geese Twelve Songs".
It's November, the weather is even colder, and the woman who is alone at home, full of worries, sits in front of the green window. She sewed clothes for her husband in Liaoyang. Why doesn't the shirt have an open neckline?I'm afraid that my husband will be emaciated, and his robe will be wide, if he opens his mouth, won't he let the cold wind pour in?Although the woman is having a hard time at home, and she is more worried, the husband who is working the border. 
In the cold midwinter season, the vitality is gradually reduced, and the chill is deeper. The greatest warmth in the world is heartfelt greetings and earnest thoughts. The north wind turns the snow into a cloudy day, and the cold house is deep in the window. I want to wake up and be bright, and my white head is more Cen Cen. The poem comes from outside the mountains, and the book gets ten thousand gold from Jiangdong. It's really comforting to have a friend, and there is a brother like me. - Song Zhao Fan, "On the 11th day of the eleventh month of the leap month, the sick wine can't hold his head, and he suddenly becomes a father and brother's book" The north wind is ruthless, brewing snow, and the day is also dark and gloomy. It was even colder in the house, so it was slightly better to close the windows. What can be done at this time?It's nothing more than lying down to keep warm. There are too many worries in my heart, I can't fall asleep, time passes too fast, and my head has long been white. At this time, I suddenly got a letter from my relatives, which made people overjoyed and had mixed feelings. It's really gratifying to have such a good brother, thank you for remembering. It's just that I'm a little ashamed, but I have done too little for you. Midwinter is coming, the weather is cold, it's better to go out less, just at home, roast the fire, keep warm, time is not in a hurry, and life is the same. The wind swept the rivers and lakes and the rain dark village, and the sound of the four mountains turned over the waves. The firewood in the stream is soft and warm, and I don't go out with the raccoon slaves. - Song Lu You, "November 4th Wind and Rain Masterpiece Two Songs", one of them
Winds swept across the rivers, heavy rain struck, and the village was plunged into darkness. The sound of the mountains on all sides is like the waves of the sea, the sound is terrifying, and the cold current is rolling. Firewood was collected from the stream, just enough to light it for warmth, and the felt was also warm. My beloved tanuki and I snuggled up to each other on a beautiful fire. In such bad weather, there is no need to go out. Although life is simple, it is still very ritualistic. 
Although it is not suitable to travel in the cold season, staying at home is a great happiness. Happiness is so simple. The bamboo is ringing in the wind, and the snow has bloomed in the window. The firewood is a frozen dog, and the paper tile pecks the hungry crow. The hangover bullies the cold, and the new poetry manages the years. The sun is still hugging the quilt, and the food is close to the neighbors. - Song Fan Chengda, "November 12th Pillow Dawn".
The north wind howled, and the bamboo forest made a loud noise. The windows were clear, and it turned out that the snow was falling. Outside the wooden door, the dog was crying in the cold, and on the paper tiles, there was a sound of hungry jackdaws pecking. Fortunately, there is wine, you can drive away the cold, and you can also chant a few lines of poetry to pass the time. I slept until I woke up naturally, the sun was so high that I didn't want to get out of bed. I don't have to worry about food and clothing, I can spend the winter, and I feel a little ashamed to think that my neighbors are more difficult. Happiness knows no season, the colder it is, the more you have to keep warm, and the more you have to be happy. The slight hail is sparse and sparse, and the words are busy at night. The stars are rotten, and the palace pot is fragrant with rain and dew. Drunk eyes have flowers and big words, and the old man has no sleep and long sound. When is it warm, the wine is cold. - Song Su Shi "Lying Sick for More Than a Month, Please Don't Allow the County to Restore the Straight Yutang November 1st to Lock the Courtyard Yes" The snowflakes are slightly fluttering, and on winter nights, I am busy chanting poems and keeping warm alone. The candle flame of the imperial gift is as bright as the stars, and the palace pot is fragrant. I was drunk, my old eyes were dizzy, and the words I wrote were surprisingly big, and I, an old man, couldn't sleep anyway, so I listened to the leakage. When will I be able to live in seclusion in the countryside, chase the beauty of the sunset, enjoy the warmth, drink the community wine under the cold lamp, and be happy endlessly?
The winter moon with difficult conditions and harsh climate presents a picture of winter scenery in front of people's eyes, cold and quiet, plain and clean. Ice and snow are merciless, and you must take good care of yourself. In the middle of winter in the vast Chu Township, the white house flew away without smoke. The empty forest is broken by wind and ice, and no one is in Changhuai to shine on the snow. The frozen fishing boat is no longer fishing, and the southern soup has not chewed the Huaizhong fish. It is necessary to break the water and take the cold Jiao to cook the belly. - Song Zhang Lei's "Bitter Cold Walk Two Songs" In the winter moon of Chudi, the snow is boundless, the house is shrouded in one color, there is no cooking smoke in sight, and there is no trace of birds and beasts. The empty woods, as cold as if frozen, were ruthlessly broken by the north wind, making a cracking sound. There were no people or boats on the river, only snowdrifts and ice water. Even if there is a fishing boat, it is frozen in such weather, and no matter how fat the fish is, they can't eat it. I really want to jump into the glacier, catch a fat and beautiful dragon under the ice, cook it, and have a good meal!But that's just a thought. Although the winter moon is cold, the days at home can also be beautiful, warm and enjoyable. The camellia is not blooming before the plum is spit, and the wind moves the curtain and the snowflakes dance. The gold plate is cold and plastic, and the embroidered curtain is surrounded by spring parrots. Qianren stroked his eyebrows, and the fat water was cold on his face. After putting on makeup, he lifted his head and looked in the mirror again, and the phoenix hairpin pressed the Rui incense branch obliquely. - Yuan Zheng Kui's wife "Winter Moon Words" The camellia has not yet bloomed, but the plum blossoms have bloomed first, the wind blows the curtain, and the snowflakes fly outside the curtain. The incense burner in the house was frozen, and the owner cherished the parrot and wrapped the birdcage with exquisite embroidered cloth. The beauty held the pen and drew her eyebrows, and even the fat powder was cold, and slowly smeared it on her face. Finally dressed up, she carefully looked at herself in the mirror, and under the phoenix hairpin, she inserted a Ruixiang flower, feeling very satisfied. Outside is frozen snow, but the woman's boudoir is fragrant and warm, like a fairy living place. 
In the winter moon, the plum blossoms have already bloomed, which is really joyful. The sparse shadow and cold rui reflect the book window, seducing the fairy butterfly dream. Even if the spring breeze blows away, it will be on the book bag with the frost moon. ——Yuan Ye Hao's "Ding You's Midwinter Scene Sixteen Songs and Fifteen" plum blossoms, the flower shadows are sparse, the fragrance is faint, reflecting the book window, so that many people who love plum are crazy. Even though it was blown away by the wind, on a winter night, with a frosty moonlight, fell on my page!In the soul of winter, the fragrance of plum blossoms is indispensable!Although the winter moon is cold and lonely, how to spend the day depends on your own mentality. The water is humble and wet, and the midwinter night wind. Where is the thatched hall, spring is red in the small furnace. ——Yuan Yang Hongdao's "Midwinter" residence is near the water, relatively humid, and in midwinter, the north wind blew overnight. How should I spend my little thatched hut and small courtyard?As long as there is a red fire, there will be spring, and you won't feel sad. 
In the winter months, the snow is falling and the world is quiet. Isn't this also poetic beauty, Zen beauty?The night is heavy, and who knows how deep the snow is outside the door. The cover is not empty, and the hearts of the ancients are suddenly seen in the quiet. - Song Lu Wengui, "Midwinter Snow Night Puppet Book Three Quatrains", one of them
Sitting on the quilt, the night is getting deeper and deeper, and the snow outside the door is getting heavier and heavier, and it is already more than an inch deep. Reading on a snowy night, quiet and beautiful, as if you are one with the world. I closed the scroll and didn't say a word, but I had a lot of emotion. The quieter it is, the more you can feel the truth in the book, the reason of nature, and the reason of all things!At this time, it seems that I have already participated in Zen!In the middle of winter, the winter deepens, the north wind blows, and the snow falls. The beauty of winter is unobstructed, and the cold of winter is also a little unbearable. If there is a fire in the house, it is spring, and there are plums outside the window, which is also spring, and the snowflakes fall and it is also regarded as spring. Midwinter is also a good time to go. - the author -
He Yu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and wishes time to leave warm memories.