Xiaohan’s ancient poems

1. "Small Cold"

Wu Lotin

It is not timely for the flowers to bloom,

The cold and charming guests from Zhangzhou come to welcome them.

There are only plum blossom dumplings in Xiaohan,

There is not a single spring branch in the branches.

2. "Small Cold"

The water of the Zuo River

is covered with ice and snow for thousands of miles,

and is blocked by thousands of ports.

Yesterday I cut peaches and pruned some trees,

Suddenly plum blossoms bloomed overnight.

3. "Xiaohan Shizhou Zhongzuo"

Du Fu

Jiachen Qiang's food is still cold, and he is almost depressed and wears a crown.

The boat on the spring water is like sitting in the sky, and the old flowers are like looking in the mist.

Juanjuan plays with butterflies passing through the curtain, and light gulls fly under the rapids.

The Yunbai Mountain is more than ten thousand miles away, and looking directly to the north is Chang'an.

4. "Early Departure Under the Bamboo"

Fan Chengda

At the end of the morning, I wore makeup to break the cold, and straddled the saddle chatting away my tiredness.

Walking through the thin mist, you can see the overlapping mountains.

The green smoke from the kitchen is as straight as the trees, and the green stream flows through the bridge bay.

The birds chirp as if to welcome guests, in a moment of emotion and no thought.

5. "Drinking Alone in the Small Garden"

Lu You

The forest is shaking and the pills are falling, and the deep courtyard is depressed and cold.

The atmosphere of autumn is already high and very pleasant, but I am too pregnant to feel happy.

The deer’s spots are still shallow when they are first separated from their mothers, and the oranges are still sour after the frost.

If you have a quiet drink and feel satisfied, why do you need to drop your hat and wear your hat?

6. "Sending the Old Man to the Old Man on a Boat in Qingyuan"

Su Shi

Xiao Han first crossed Meihua Ridge, facing thousands of valleys and rocks.

Qingyuan is a common homesteading business, and one dream clearly leads to falling into a rural well.

When I wake up, my eyes are filled with lakes and mountains, and the duck-green waves shake the shadow of the phoenix.

The lay people in Hailing have no ladders, and they end up staying in the Yingshuimei River at the end of the year.

A green jade pendant hangs from the mountainside, and the wild horse is not restrained by gold.

The hood of the car in front of the door is wandering away, smiling and leaning against the clear stream of hair on the temples.

Tingzhou meets each other. The spring breeze blows, and the white apples blow away the flowers and disperse the smoke.

Thousands of miles have fluttered and I have not returned, and my eyes are broken and tears are washed away by the waves.

The wild geese from the north came from the south to leave a letter, and their bitter words flooded our house.

In the ten days of Qingzhai, the tripod is no longer there, and turtles and fish often nest in Qutu.

This year jade is as cheap as water, and the money you want to buy bronze is empty.

A hundred years of life is like sending a message, how many beauties can there be at seventy?

If you have a son, you will not talk about the wise and foolish. Ni Sheng is in vain, but he brings the classics and the hoe.

Tiannan looked at Dongpo Sou, but he had given up studying all his life.

7. "Ode to the Twenty-Four Qi Poems on Xiaohan's December Festival"

Yuan Zhen

Xiaohan connects the big lu, and the magpies build their new nests.

Scavenging for food in the meanders of the river, carrying purple flowers around the treetops.

Frost hawks are near the northern head, and pheasants are hiding in the grass.

Don’t blame Yan Ningqie, spring and winter are at the intersection of the first lunar month.

8. "The Fragrance of Wintersweet"

Yu Zhi

The dawn is growing early, it is light overcast in Zhengjin, and the weather is slightly cold.

There is no news of spring, and the early thin plum blossoms are the first to appear, with shallow bracts and slender pistils.

The jade is fragrant, talented, elegant and elegant.

Ask the people of Longtou, their voices are thousands of miles away. Waiting for someone to send it.

The same makeup is new at dawn, leaning against the Zhulou Tower to gaze forward, as if the beauty is falling.

Where the moon is reflected in the wind, a few Qiang pipes are heard, and I feel homesick.

It is easy to pass through the passage of time.

And enjoy it frequently, the fragrance is just right, and the hairpin is full and drunk together.