The new poems of the frozen pen are lazy to write, and the cold furnace and wine are warm.
Drunk to see the white moon of the ink flowers, I was suspicious of the snow in the front village. (Li Bai).
Time flies, it has entered the depths of winter in a blink of an eye, and 2023 is about to become a thing of the past.
Perhaps, we still have some unfulfilled wishes, some people we have never met, and regrets left in the bottom of our hearts.
If he is drenched in snow together, he will be considered white-headed in this life.
Life is like the four seasons, and each season has its own unique beauty.
Just like the cold winter outside the window, we might as well hold a book of poetry, hold a cup of tea, and savor this quiet winter night.
Or, have a night chat with three or five friends, get drunk and chat, and enjoy one of the great pleasures of life.
It's like on a cold winter day, a ray of sunlight shines through the clouds, bringing a touch of warmth and making people happy.
Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.
If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a cup of nothing
Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen".
This poem was written during Bai Juyi's seclusion in Luoyang in his later years, during the period when his friend Liu Shijiu funded him to degrade Jiangzhou.
Liu 19 and Bai Juyi have a very close relationship, because Liu 19 is Liu Yuxi's cousin, and Liu Yuxi is Liu 28.
The newly brewed rice wine is green and fragrant, and the small stove is red, which is the time to get drunk.
At dusk, the snow is coming, I wonder if you would like to come and drink with me
How lucky it is to have some friends who can accompany you for a lifetime!
Say acacia, ask acacia, Fengluo Wujiang goose is late.
It's cold at twenty-nine o'clock.
Who knows?Who knows the dream?Can there be a plum blossom to send a branch?
The snow comes and the green feathers fly.
Wu Xiqi "Sauvignon Blanc".
Wu Xiqi, a Qing Dynasty writer, is known as one of the "Eight Great Families" of the Qing Dynasty, like a bright pearl, shining in the literary world during the Qianlong period. He is talented, a high school jinshi, an official to the Hanlin Academy, and a national prince to supervise the sacrificial wine, and his achievements are extraordinary.
He is always intoxicated by the emotion of lovesickness and constantly explores the mysteries of lovesickness. However, the maple leaves have already fallen on the Wujiang River, and the geese have already flown south. At this moment, the cold is thick, and in the twenty-ninth season, I am even more reluctant to go out. Who can understand these grievances?Who knows these dreams?
Can there be a plum blossom that can send my thoughts?When the snowflakes come and the kingfishers fly by, may you feel my deep affection. In this silent winter day, may our hearts be connected, and may our thoughts be combined.
There is always a lovesickness nowhere to send, there is always a reunion after a long absence, if you miss the rain on the spring night, you might as well go to see the person you miss when the winter sun falls and the snow falls.
The ground is white and the wind is cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
Laugh and kill Tao Yuanming, don't drink the wine in the cup.
Lang stroked a piano and planted five willows.
Empty head scarf, what do I have.
Li Bai "Mocking Wang Liyang for Refusing to Drink".
Wang Liyang, the county magistrate of Liyang County, our real name is unknown. Like Wang Lun, he sincerely invited Li Bai to drink together, but he didn't drink a drop of alcohol. Seeing this, Li Bai ridiculed him with poems and persuaded him to drink with him.
The north wind howled, and the land was covered with snow, like a pure white blanket. Snowflakes fluttered down like countless little hands waving. It's a good time to drink in such weather.
However, the funny thing is that you follow Tao Yuanming's style, but you just pretend to be elegant, claiming that you don't drink well and don't want to raise a glass to drink together. You really failed the exquisite suqin, and you wasted the five verdant willows at the door, and even more so the arrowroot scarf you wore on your head. It seems that you don't see me as a true friend.
Tao Yuan loves to drink, and every time he drinks with friends, he gets drunk. He doesn't know the rhythm, but every time he drinks, he strokes a stringless harp for his guests to add to the excitement of the drink. His sincerity and kindness have been praised by future generations.
Therefore, Li Bai used this to provoke Wang County's order, and the final result was that Wang County's order was broken ......
Smoke and snow.
The snow piles on the plum branches, where does spring come from!
Drunken eyes open, sleepy eyes open, sparse shadows and slanted in the air
Urging from the teaching plug tube.
Wu Shuji's "Sauvignon Blanc Order".
Wu Shuji, the bright pearl of the Northern Song Dynasty, became the "Four Great Female Lyricists of the Song Dynasty" side by side with Li Qingzhao, Zhu Shuzhen, and Zhang Yuniang. Her lyrics, like this vivid picture, show the femininity and tenacity of women.
In the scene of clouds and mist and light snow, plum blossoms stand proudly and their branches are snow-white. This is the scene in her words, the smell of spring seems faintly smelly, but it has not yet fully arrived.
Like a sleeping beauty, she opened her eyes in a daze, wondering if spring had crept in. If spring has not yet arrived, she wants to blow the Qiang flute and urge it to bloom quickly.
Wu Shuji's poem is written beautifully, borrowing the lyricism of the snow scene, borrowing the meaning of plum blossoms, lovesickness, not saying half a point, but every sentence is the pain of longing.
Qiongzi is only in Yaotai, who is planting everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River?
The snow is full of mountains and the high priests are lying, and the beauties under the moonlight forest are coming.
The cold is sparse and the bamboo is sparse, and the spring covers the residual fragrance of the desert moss.
Since I went to He Lang, there was no good song, and the east wind was sad and lonely a few times.
Gao Qi "Plum Blossoms".
Gao Qi, a poet in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, was named the "Three Masters of Poetry and Literature in the Early Ming Dynasty" side by side with Liu Ji and Song Lian, and was known as the "Four Masters of Wuzhong" along with Yang Ji, Zhang Yu, and Xu Ben.
He was appointed as the editor of the national history of the Hanlin Academy during the Hongwu period, but he angered Zhu Yuanzhang because of his poetry and writing, and was finally beheaded.
It is conceivable that the plum blossom must be a divine object in the sky, which was beaten into the mortal world, making it visible everywhere in Jiangnan.
When the snow is full of mountains, plum blossoms are like a high-ranking hermit lying alone in it;Under the full moon, it dances and flies like a beauty;In the cold winter season, plum blossoms and bamboos cling to each other, and the shadows stand in the wind.
In early spring, the fragrance fills the air, masking the smell of moss. Since He Xunxian's death, no one has been able to sing the plum blossoms so movingly. The plum blossoms bloom and fall, fall and bloom, and have been lonely for many years.
Gao Qi's "Yongmei" poem is written very imaginatively, with the posture of Yaotai Qiongyu, falling into the dust, like a fairy, charming alone in the cold winter. But it's also a little lonely, because there are very few people who understand it.
The hibiscus falls to the sky and the water, and the twilight waves.
The back flies with two swallows sticking to the clouds, and looks at the east side of the small building alone.
Fusheng only respects the old man, and the snow is full of Chang'an Road.
The old man raised the platform in the morning and evening, and gave me the spring color of the south of the Yangtze River and a plum branch.
Shu Yan's "Poppy Beauty ยท Jigongdu".
Shu Yan, the lyricist of the Northern Song Dynasty, his pen is like a sword on the eastern slope, which can not only hold people into the clouds, but also push people into the abyss. It was he who single-handedly sent Su Dongpo to the prison of Yushitai, which put Su Gong in a deep predicament. However, the people of the New Party did not like him either, so after the Wutai poetry case, Su Gong was demoted, and he was also floated back to his hometown like a fallen leaf.
Ten years later, Shu Kang returned to the court, and his former friends were no longer by his side like a drifting cloud. He was alone, sitting alone in a small building, looking at the line of Tianshui in the distance, and the cold wind in the evening was like a knife, cutting the veil of time. He was very fluctuating in his heart, and he deeply regretted the recklessness of the past, so he used words as a sword to write this heart.
The lotus flowers have long since withered, the sky and water are vast, and the cold wind rises in the evening, and the waves are fine. Looking out from afar alone in the small building, I saw the twin swallows flying separately and running towards the cold clouds;The floating life is short, and it should really grow old in the wine, but unfortunately things are not people, and in a blink of an eye, the heavy snow covered Chang'an.
Friends from afar, if you also miss me, please send me a plum blossom in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter what I do to Su Gong, this word is a painstaking work, not only the vicissitudes of the world, but also the deep longing for the old people. The sentence "Fusheng only respects the old man, and the snow is full of Chang'an Road" is thick and has artistic conception, which is really a good sentence in the word.