The first Frost poem in the perpetual calendar
The first frost water mark. Light blue scales are exposed on distant continents. The taste of wine is getting weaker and the wind is getting colder and colder. Broken hat, deep feeling but pricking head.
If the festival is a reward. But it ruined the autumn of Qing Zun. In the end, everything is a dream. Have a rest. Tomorrow's yellow butterfly is also worried.
I went to Liu Changqing in the north building of Li Mingfu on the 9th. Climbing high on the 9th, the ash is far away and the trees are low. On the deserted lakes and grasslands in the west of Cui Shan County.
The first frost is full of sound, and autumn is full of thoughts. Ling Tao brought its own free white wine.
Boating in Wei Jian, Xu Yi, boating in Huai River, the first frost is clear in the evening. At night, the tide has invaded the shore for a long time, and Leng Yue approaches the city. Pingsha depends on geese to stay, and the pavilion listens to chickens. Who can care about travel outside the cloud?
In autumn, I sent Zhu Bu to Wu to see the first frost, and poets began to hate each other. White clouds are deep and ugly, and rotten grass is everywhere.
In late autumn, the smoke is heavy and the cold sound is empty. Pan Shengqiu thinks hard, and the road is sparse all over the world.
It has become a land tax and is still a good idea. I don't know what the score is.
Bai Juyi at the end of the year
When the first frost comes, the water returns to the valley and the wind returns to the mountain. Ran Ran will hold a banquet at the age of 20, and everything will go back to the original source.
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 people's hearts will be at peace for a long time.
Also taste the heart and mouth, read and speak quietly in private. Going to the country is not fun, but it may not be fun to go home.
Why bother? It is easier to give up than to take.