The first frost solar term poem 100
I. Part I
On the Mountain-Don Tu Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The flaming maple leaf is the swan song before the cold and bleak autumn comes. Gorgeous and bright maple leaves, like clouds and fire, are better than flowers blooming in early spring and February. It is as rosy and brilliant as a raging fire, so beautiful that Du Mu can't help but stop and admire it. Although the flowers in spring are charming, they are less tenacious and strong than the red maple in late autumn. In the first frost season, the mountains and red forests are dyed, which is a good time to watch alone.
Second, the second part
Two Autumn Poems —— Yuxi, Liu Tang
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow. Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
It is already late autumn, with beautiful scenery and pure autumn water. At night, the first frost appeared. The trees all over the mountains turn from green to yellow, and there is a blush between the two trees from time to time, and the mangrove forest turns yellow. Liu Yuxi changed the tone and tradition of his predecessors' sorrow for spring and autumn, and enthusiastically praised autumn. He believes that "autumn is better than spring", and autumn is not as frivolous as spring.
The third part, the third part
A night-mooring near maple bridge-Tang Zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. In the 12th year of Tianbao (753), Zhang Ji was admitted as a scholar, and the Anshi Rebellion broke out in the 14th year of Tianbao. With the turbulent times, many scribes in Zhang Jihe fled to Jiangsu and Zhejiang where the political situation was relatively stable.
On an autumn night when the moon falls and the sky is full of frost, the poet took a boat to the Maple Bridge outside Suzhou, looked at the beautiful autumn scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, faced with the cold river, flaming maple trees and a little fishing fire, and thought of being in a foreign country, full of melancholy, so he wrote this little poem. The faint guest worries are blurred and meaningful. How are you doing abroad? First frost, remember to add clothes.