Xiaohan is coming, and the penultimate solar term of winter is coming.
Xiaohan is the cold air accumulated for a long time, it is the meaning of the weather is cold but has not reached the extreme, it is the same as the big cold, the small heat, the big heat and the heat, it is the solar term that indicates the change of cold and warm temperature.
The characteristic of the Xiaohan solar term is that it is cold, but it is not yet extremely cold.
In the cold season, nesting in the quilt and reading poetry is the best!
28 Xiaohan poems, may you not be cold in the cold, and someone will send warmth.
Song of the Twenty-Four Breath Poems Xiaohan December Festival
Zhongtang · Yuan Zhen.
Xiao Han Lian Da Lu, Huan Que builds a new nest.
Pick up food to find the river meander, and the purple around the treetops.
The frost eagle is near the north, and the pheasant is hidden in the bush.
No wonder it is strict and condensed, and the spring and winter are at the turn of the first month.
Same as Huang Ziwen Xiaohan
Northern Song Dynasty · Liu Chang.
Yin Lao is suspicious of dragon fighting, the wind is high and the sea is flying.
The withered canopy does not rest on its own, and the birds compete to depend on each other.
The season is terrifying, and the career is in trouble.
Lamentations to my wife, I am also a cow coat.
Send King Jeju (Jeju Shuyan Xiujie West Lake Spring Stone Beauty).
Northern Song Dynasty · Liu Chu.
The prison market is not yet peaceful, which makes you happy.
The painting is reloaded and washed in the color of the forest, and the lake is more clean and polished.
The military voice has come from ancient times, and there are many famous people in Jinan.
Xiaohan gradually has a wild goose returning to the north, and the words are the same as Feihan.
Qingyuan is old in the boat
Northern Song · Su Shi.
Xiaohan first Meihua Ridge, thousands of ravines and thousands of rocks back to the human realm.
Qingyuan chats about the pan-house, and a dream is clearly falling into the countryside.
Juelai is full of lakes and mountains, and the Yalu waves shake the shadow of the phoenix.
There is no cloud ladder for Hailing residents, and the end of the year is full of water.
The mountainside hangs from the jade, and the wild horses are not bound.
The car cover in front of the door hunted away, smiling and leaning on the clear stream and counting the sideburns.
Tingzhou saw the spring breeze, and the white apples blew flowers and covered the water.
Thousands of miles of fluttering tents have not returned, and the eyes are broken and tears are like washing.
The northern wild goose came to the south to leave the book, and the bitter words immersed my house.
Ten days of fasting, otherwise Ding, Qutu often nests turtles and fish.
This year, jade grains are as cheap as water, and bronze wants to buy nothing.
A hundred years of life is like sending ears, how many can you have in seventy?
There is a son who talks about virtue and foolishness, and Ni Sheng wants to bring a hoe in vain.
Tiannan looked at Dongposuo, but he wasted his life studying.
Wax plum scent
Northern Song Dynasty · Yu Zhi.
The dawn is long, and it is light and cloudy, and the weather is cold. There is no news of spring, and the early thin plum is the first, and the shallow bracts are delicate. Jade is evenly fragrant, talented with, and amorous Peugeot. Ask the Longtou people, the voice is thousands of miles. Whoever sends it.
The same makeup is new, leaning on Zhu Lou and looking forward to it, Su Ying is like a fall. Reflecting the moon and facing the wind, a few Qiang pipes, sad homesickness. Electricity is time, it is easy to believe and drift. And frequent appreciation, the soft fragrance is just right, and the hairpin is drunk together.
The four songs of the mountain dwelling and the third of the earth hearth
Song · Li Gang.
Xiao Han tried to use the furnace as a furnace, and the end was more sick for Mr.
The scorching back wishes to gallop the gold, and the first exhibition of the brocade by the bed.
Shrug your shoulders and write a thousand words of poetry on the wall, and burst a pot of chestnut and burned felt wine.
It is intended to be diligent and diligent, and the morning is called the fire more baht.
Send one of the four unique in Ji Ping Road
Song · Zheng Gangzhong.
Frost and wind and falling leaves are small and cold days, and the guests are not whipped.
I have parted most bitterly in my life, and I may not be able to send each other away.
Verses 22 and 16
Song · Shi Daosheng.
The two Yao are in a hurry, and a year is within the snap of a finger. I first saw a big heat and a small summer, and it was a small cold and a big cold. There is no return to each other in the cold and summer, and the old cave mountain laughs down when it is old.
Wangmei II
Song · Anonymous.
In the cold season, it is the same as the clouds and twilight, and the wind is fierce. The letter is early plum, partial to the sun and the river, and a branch is the first. From time to time, there is incense, looking at Mingyan, Yaozhi is not snow. I want to be delicate and tender, sloping, charming and clear. Xianzi is more who is tied.
There is a faint fragrance reflecting the water, and the shadow is sparse and the moon is long. And everyone, stay and rely on the gan, fly to the green sauce, and read the brocade paper. The peach and plum are prosperous, and the Nabi is different from this fragrance. Wait for the soup to be used, and Hugh will fold the green strips.
Drunken Penglai Shoute Concert Officer on the second day of the twelfth month
Song · Anonymous.
Look at the plum cheeks and makeup, the willow eyes are silent, and the little cold is waiting. The pods are double-opened, and the birthday is virtuous. He became famous early and was on the osprey table, just when he was young. The big weapon can be hidden, and it will be rich and noble, and the fame will be returned.
Temporarily try Luanqi, need to be about a period, did not try to run the hand. It is expected that Huang Fei must have a share, and the seal book will fly. There is no labor in the state and county, the sand bank has been built, and the prancing horse Chang'an Road. Years and presents, colorful plays, and longevity.
Winter solstice
Song · Zhu Shuzhen.
Huang Zhong should be good for the wind to blow, and the yin and yang will rise and the air will return.
The shadow of the sunflower will move to the long day, and the plum blossoms will bloom first while the cold is small.
The eight gods are on the table and the year of the day, and the six are flying and moving the fine ash.
There are already willows on the shore, and they want to lead spring to come.
Sitting alone on a cold night
Ming · Wu and Bi.
In the middle of the night, the lamp sat sleeplessly, and the lonely frost moon was a small cold day.
When the faint eyes are unharmed, and I trust the compendium sincerely.
From the pavilion to the snow to Yuwu
Ming · Qi Shun.
Xiaohan is at the beginning of today's festival, and the same color as the clouds is thick and cloudy.
Whoever cuts the Milky Way does not show traces, and Qiong Yao crumbs fly down all over the sky.
The horses stopped and walked, and the servants pushed and pulled their shoulders.
The surroundings are white and dust-free, like my spiritual platform is a little clear.
He should be accustomed to stepping on the snow in his life, and the king is diligent and has no complaints.
The donkey breaks his hat and is affectionate, and the golden horde lamb is full of envy.
People don't say that it is difficult to walk, but they think that the small people are hungry and cold.
is even more concerned about the head and the side guard, and the iron armor is cold around the body.
There is a feeling of the little cold festival
Ming · Huang Zuo.
The rain and wind began to see the flowers, and the wild plum smiled and was slanting.
After Hongfang, thousands of miles away, the green trees are still in front of thousands of homes.
The cold day can clear the obstacles, and the light thunder should be the dragon and snake.
Old age is more than tired, and there are new poems from time to time.
Cold night
Ming · Li Yilong.
After a little cold in the season, the drizzle in the forest pond came.
Sleepless knows the night forever, and cherishes the return of spring when you are sick.
The declining bones are frequent pillows, and the intestines are not relieved.
The neighbors have no clue, and the clock leaks to urge.
Yuan Jia's performance appraisal is also in the southern capital
Ming · Wen Zhaozhi.
The performance tended to follow the right side of the wall, and rode a horse to the long trunk.
From knowing that Yuan Shaoming's name is important, Mo Xiaowen is the same old man.
After a long absence, I am now goodbye, and the cold is severe at the beginning.
Soon after the line, the book of heaven arrived, and he was summoned to Chengming to serve Luan.
Winter ends
Ming · Yuan Hongdao.
I am afraid that I will see the remnants of the past, and the poor years will force Xiaohan.
When I saw that people had black hair, I checked my white mustache and looked at it.
Good sentences are good for monks, and new Huaiyu is difficult.
Clouds and mountains and smoke and water, dreams are also happy.
Yong Department on the snow
Ming · Li Sunchen.
This year's winter is warm and snowless for a long time, and the sun returns to the small cold festival.
The road is not to sigh without clothes, and the three farmers look at the three whites.
The head of the city is covered with Xuanyin, and the same clouds are deserted and the sky is sinking.
The first sound outside the curtain was heard, and the jade dust was glimpsed in front of the steps.
The grits are still in the evening, and the glass is the same color as the sky.
The dry forest is full of branches, and the barren mountains are also cut through the mountains.
Huiteng reflects Cui Wei, and Zhongtian shines on the golden stem platform.
Xi and hide the color to avoid the green girl, and the crane drives the feather people.
When I climbed the stairs and looked at Jinling Road, the flying barricade was overwhelming.
The three cities of Jiuqu are not difficult to find, and the green cliffs and cliffs are all plain.
I can't learn from Yuan An lying in Luoyang, and I can't learn from Mr. Dongguo's clothes and shoes.
Even if there is poetry in the bridge, an official is bound in the house.
On the six out of Yaohua, Hu Tong swept the boiled pine tea.
And drunk Wushan newly ripened wine, not from Yuling to remember plum blossoms.
and Cui Qianshang and Wu You's visit to Zhang Yi's business
Early Qing Dynasty · Wang Bangji.
The secluded path is a deep tree, and the Hengmen has evening smoke.
The chrysanthemum remnants of the first wax snow, fragrant and warm cold days.
Who will restore the ancient meaning, and the world will not be passed on.
It's good to live in seclusion and enjoy friends, and it's easy to spend the New Year.
Jihai Xiaohan walked the pen and gave the ancient forest monk
Qing · Li Shihong.
I haven't seen my son for ten years, and my son has come to cross the Xijiang River.
Worship the color of the son for the son, and then be able to free life and death.
Reminiscing about the heyday of following the heyday, breaking the wall and sucking the pen.
The scale of Jia Dong Gongsun book, pointing to the clouds and smoke of the six books.
At that time, my teacher Yang Changgong was a fierce rival with Shen Chen.
and Shu Hu Sheng's top 30, Mokong is endowed with Xu Yupi.
Each has its own heart and is virtuous, and he does not dare to stand up in retreat.
The hairpin bed of the sub-family is full of wat, and the group belongs to the Zhulang temple corridor.
Zi Du wandered and swept the Zhu Gate, and the vicissitudes of life fled the empty valley.
What the sage does is unpredictable, and learning from Confucius is not two-cut.
The earth should be able to cut iron people, and be able to penetrate tigers and leopards to explore the dragon's lair.
The past is empty and vast, and the Buddha is still young when he returns.
The boss is still thinking about getting married, and I should laugh for my son.
Sansheng Stone is on Lingyan Mountain, and I want to get it from you.
Mochizuki Brahmin Yin Yuanxi
Kim WangThe small cold is steep, and the spring is changing. Moth snow willow scenery. Open the iron lock of the star bridge, and pour out the silver on the ground. I remember that I was happy at that time, and I was as young as crazy.
Wandering in a foreign land. It is only a wound to the festival. The light moon of the cold building is cold, and the fragrance of the swallow sleep. Hurry up and call Boya, you want to wash me, poor and sorrowful. Hugh asked, Xun Ye Xingzang.
Put a branch of plum on a small cold day
Qing · Zhang Ying.
It's too crazy to be idle and miserable, and it's bad to talk and sit and watch chess.
The musk navel incense warms the piano three times, and the antler frost is a strong wine.
When the greenhouse curtain is opened on a crescent night, the watt pot plum is a little cold.
There are endless things to do, and a heavenly prince is even more undoubted.
Crossing the river and sending Ye Yuanli to Suizhou
Qing · Shen Andeng.
Xiaohan has just passed, the wind breaks the willows, and the cold river bridge. is selling money, what is in a hurry, and the year is out of Yanjiao. Jing Gao wine accompaniment, to the head, and enjoy the pine mash. Laughing and hugging, drunk together, did not reach the soul to disappear. Far away. The journey is here, the bamboo is barren and smoke, and it is the old land of Liangyuan. Inexhaustible, gloomy clouds and horses' heads, snow-covered mountainsides. Uncle Bao of the sheep cart is merry, and asks who will recruit Luoyang and Red Sleeves. Empty memories of you, acacia folds plum shoots.
Snow (try Guishan Academy's students to get the first word).
Qing · Hong Liangji.
Yan Ning Pavilion can't sleep, and it is a twilight smoke in the forest.
Flying hail is floating outside the lonely island, and the heavy yin wants to brew a small cold first.
The light is buried in the third month, and the clouds are dark in the southwest half of the sky.
It's not that the official fasting is biased, and he wants to use the surplus to make a good year.
100-character order
Qing · Song Xiangfeng.
The wind blows the dark rain, listens to the sound, and drips through the cold season. It's a pity that the search will be too late, and I sit alone and think about it. The ice merges the Yellow River, the sand is clear and the jade is plugged, and the snow is frozen all over the Tianshan Mountains. Jiangnan is good, and the cloth is still not as iron. I still miss the old days of Yangzhou, the old people see each other, and the teeth are broken in the mud. Look at the sword shadow before the dance, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the river beam. Thousands of miles of condensation, a detachment, and said to Guihong. Qiong Lou was far away and asked him if he had a bright moon.
After a little cold, it is warm.
In March and April, I made this difference.
Late Qing · Lin Zhanmei who believes in Hanhui North Continent, sheep Qiu Ge is changing day by day. Only because the qi simmering flowers come first, how can it be sunny for the people for a long time. People are afraid of the tiger's den, and the windows are noisy and thundering. Mo Yan has experienced many vicissitudes in the world, and the order of the festival is not clear.
Wangmei Xiaohan season
Song Yoo Yong. It's a cold season. It is the same as the twilight of the clouds, and the wind is cold. The letter is early plum, partial to the sun and, to the sun, in the early morning several branches of the contend. From time to time, there is incense, looking bright and beautiful, and knowing that it is not snow. I want to be delicate and tender, make powder Suying, and be beautiful and clear.
Xianzi is more who is tied. There is a ghostly light reflecting the water. Sparse shadow cage moon. And everyone, stay and rely on the dry, fly to the green liquor, and chant on the brocade paper. The peach and plum are prosperous, and the fragrance is different from each other. Wait for the soup to be used, and Hugh will fold the green strips.
On the twenty-seventh day of November, the snow is given a forbidden poem, and tomorrow is a little coldMing Dynasty Tao Zongyi.
The nine Ming cuts are dense and thin, and the donkey carries the flag pavilion to ask for wine.
Yan Shui Huairen took advantage of Yixing, and Liang Yuan gave Jian Chengyan words.
Xiaohan Ji Jiexin met, and Ruizhao accounted for the year.
Mo Sushi'er smiled, and came to cook tea and meditate.
Evening crossing of Lake Hakuba
Ming Dynasty Guo Wu.
The breeze blows the waves, and the new willows are fluffy and crows.
Pinghu Lake looks at thousands of hectares, and the distant water flies into the sky.
The slanting sun suddenly falls to the bottom of the clear waves, and the white birds are still bright in the mountains.
Where is the drum in winter, and the song is not broken, and the fishing lamp is up.
Nanxiangzi The second is that the wild park is on a small cold day, and I respect the rhyme of the family
Qing Dynasty Yi Shunding.
Chu Wei is more Wu head. The shadow of the tent is like a cloud, and it has not been collected. The geese and the gulls lie down together and rest. The provenance is divided into comic fundraising.
Liquor to the Jin Building. The wind lights on the other side are drunk. The small cold spring in the guest is close and sad. A faction of Jiang Shengshang sent autumn.
The ninety-first day of the Thousand Autumn Years and the Ninety-first Day of the Shou Wang Tui Guan's Mother is the Little Cold FestivalSong Dynasty Zhu Xiyan.
Tender ice ponds. Zeguo is cold at the beginning. Mei Cha Kuo, spring is early. Zhumen song is in charge, and the embroidery pavilion is smoky. At the banquet place, the gods left Peng Island overnight.
Ninety is over the top. 100-year-old see. It must be heard, millennial tune. People boast of their mother-in-law, but I think Peng Hou is less. Strong and healthy, watch the children go through the Chinese book exam.
The coldest season has come, the little cold solar term, cook a pot of hot tea, warm the stomach and warm the heart!