The most beautiful first frost poem

Welcome to the first frost, autumn is about to leave,

After the first frost, winter is coming.

Autumn is the deepest and the first frost is colder every year.

Autumn will pass and winter will come. I wish you more clothes.

New Year's Eve

Tang Bai Juyi

The first frost, the water returns to the valley, and the wind sets.

Ran Ran is going to have a banquet at the age of 20, and everything is back to square one.

Why did you move to the south? You haven't paid it back for five years.

The fate of the chariot has been set, and the heart is safe for a long time.

Also taste the heart, read it quietly and say it in private.

Going to the countryside is not fun, and returning to China is not necessarily fun.

Why bother? It is easier to give up than to take.

Poetry of Frost and Twenty-four Qi in Early September

Don

The wind swept away, the clouds dispersed, leaving only Wan Li frost in the sky.

Wild jackals sacrifice the moon first, and fairy chrysanthemums meet Chongyang.

Autumn is sad and sparse, and Hongming remembers his hometown.

Who knows that a bottle of wine can make Baiqiu die.

Nanxiangzi heavy wine Han Hui Lou presents Xu Junyou.

Song sushi

The first frost water marks, light blue scales exposed to the distant continent.

The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.

If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn.

Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.

Liexiu pavilion

Songjiangdingzhai

Leaning on the threshold, the forest is far from the village.

There are bones in the mountains in autumn, and there is no trace of the first frost.

Heaven and earth are chanting, and the clouds are intoxicating.

Looking back at the clouds, the new monthly report is dusk.

Rowing to Xu Yi.

Tang changjian

Boating on the Huaihe River, the first frost flows later.

The night tide invaded the shore for a long time, and the cold moon approached the city.

Pingsha waits for geese, and the pavilion listens to chickens.

Who can care about travel outside the cloud?

Climb the north building of Liming House on the 9th.

Don Liu Changqing

On the ninth day, I looked up, gray and far away, and the tree was very low.

On barren lakes and grasslands, in the west of Cui Shan County.

The first frost is full of sound, and autumn is full of thoughts.

Free white wine, brought by Ling Tao.

Xinying Xiaozhai sand mining furnace

Song Ouyang xiu

The first frost is closed for 100 days,

Everyone who lives in the house enters the room.

The door is afraid of the first cold,

The method of opening the furnace without opening the temperature.

Ten miscellaneous families on board

Wang Yuan cotton

The old tree turns to oblique light, and people surround the bamboo.

Expose deep flowers and air-cool, first frost crab paste fertilizer.

How strong is the heart of selling wine?

Fuck the boat, there's Miss Wu, and she's singing a new song.