Wax Moon is another name for December at the end of the year. Between the light cold and the big cold, it is dry and rainy, and the west wind and monsoon wind blow, which is most suitable for air-drying to make lap-mei. This month is at the turn of the old and the new, and it is the month of more sacrifices.
10 small poems of Layue, write all the small beauty in the world, which one do you prefer?
Original text: Layue.
Song Lu You. There is little frost and snow this winter, and the wax moon is tired of heavy fur.
Gradually, the garden is prosperous, and the salary is worried.
The mountain spring veins are lively, and the willow branches of the village and city are soft.
Spring cakes are in trouble, and you can ask for vegetables on a day.
Original text: The second rhyme Su Zizhan bachelor Lari tour of the West Lake.
Song Susong. Lari does not drink and swims alone in the lake, so clear and no one else has.
Singing good sentences is like a bead, and the situation is the same as the corresponding call.
You taste to listen to things and sin sins, although you are still entertained in the happy country.
It is the social minister who is reckless, and he is straightforward and self-willed.
I love the monk's house of Lingshan the most, and the two beneficiaries are clear.
On the case, the dragon whisker of the bed is clamped, and the furnace pin is all Liang Yipu.
Cleanliness is self-desired, and he has long chanted and embraced brown and forgotten Xin.
There is no felt for the guests, and the mirror is like looking at the map.
Junhuai has a surplus in the economy, and his reputation is evil and shameful.
And come to the mountains and forests to find a retreat, and play four camps and copy.
Original text: Ciyun Xue.
Song Li Zhiyi.
Wax has not tasted snow for many years, and this spring snow is coming.
Warm to the white Fu golden banana leaves, cold to Wen Lang jade mirror platform.
A few cheers moved the silk bamboo, and a good thought was close to the pile.
The new poem is not to find the plum, and the harvest has returned.
Original text: Lari traveled to the lonely mountain to visit the two monks of Huiqin Huisi.
Song Su Shi. The sky wants snow, the clouds are full of lakes, and the buildings are bright and the mountains are gone.
The water is clear and the stone fish can be counted, and the forest is deep and no one calls for birds.
Lari does not return to his wife and children, and the famous seeker entertains himself.
Where is the abode of the Taoist? The road in front of Baoyun Mountain is winding.
Who is willing to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist people have Tao, and mountains are not lonely.
The paper window bamboo house is deep self-heating, and the brown sits and sleeps according to the group.
The cold road is far away and the servant is worried, and the whole drive is urging to return and not yet dawn.
Go out of the mountain and look back at the clouds and woods, but see the wild falcon floating map.
Ziyou is more than happy, and it is like a dream when you get home.
The poems are in a hurry to chase the dead, and it is difficult to copy the Qingjing after it is lost.
Original text: Rain on the 14th day of the lunar month
Song Lu You.
In the evening of the year, I live and travel, and the small window is sent all day long.
The sound of rain helps the poetry of the pillow, and the flowers hit the clothes and make the guests sad.
The stump teeth are unbearable, and the thin shoulders are full of sleep.
Before spring, a snow is still in mind, and Qiong Yao is a tile ditch.
Original: Small.
Don Du Fu. The time and people are urging each other, and the winter solstice is coming again.
The embroidery five lines add weak lines, and the blowing leaves move the floating ash.
The shore is tolerant of the willows, and the mountains are cold and want to release the plums.
The clouds are not different from the country and the country, and the children are taught to cover the cup in the palm.
Original text: Xiangkou sent friends.
Don Leepin. The middle stream wants to see the smoke of Hunan at dusk, and the reed bank is infinitely connected to Chutian.
Go to Yanyuan to rush to the clouds and dream snow, and get on the Dongting boat alone.
The storm turns around the mountains all day long, and the stars hang in the sky to the water.
Scattered plum blossoms over the remnants, the old garden to get drunk and the New Year.
Original text: Wax Day Loves Snow.
Song Zhang Boyu.
Wax snow is often heard of hundreds of sales, this year's wax day snow fluttering.
Shangong is happy to be ripe next year, and he will buy wine scoops in the spring.
Original text: Two songs of Lap Ri.
Song Zhang Lei. The day of the day is full of snow, and the gloomy short scene is about to end.
The river and the sea are falling, and the fragrance is there, and the flying geese have returned.
The festive season is healthy again, and a bottle is a sideburn spot.
Mingguang drafts a true honor, and I am idle in the lonely Hengmen.
Original text: In the middle of the month, the spring is fast and the snow is clear.
Song Chen Jie. The glow-in-the-dark house is blazing, and the eaves of the plum eaves are heavy.
Manduan remnants wash the clear snow, and the bottom of the flower is good and returns to the next year.
The pulse of the field is early, and the birds are harmonious first.
How much is born in the universe, and the Purple Emperor is even more powerful.