Unconsciously, it was winter again. Time is really fast. Many people look forward to the arrival of spring, but few people greet winter with joy. Winter, of course, is gloomy, cold, and lonely, but this is only one side of it. Winter actually has a lot of content, but also has a unique taste, not blindly cold and boring. It is better to calm down, get along with winter, and listen to the sounds of the seasons.
If you are the first chunhua, the sycamore is xiafeng.
The autumn wind blows, and the wine flies in the winter snow.
——The Four Qi Poems of Wang Wei of the Southern and Northern Dynasties
Su Wu and Du Ruo take the lead in flowering in the spring, and the plane trees hold up a dense shade in the summer. When the pipe is blown, the autumn wind rises, and when the wine is placed, it is already snowflakes fluttering. Time, which never stops for a moment, brings people different scenery, different moods, and also brings good memories and a vision for the future.
In winter, although there are no flowers and cool shade, it is not a dead silence.
Jingxi white stone out, cold red leaves thin.
There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet.
--Tang Wang Wei, "In the Mountains"
Although the early winter has cut off the vitality, the scenery outside is still worth seeing. Wang Wei, who likes landscapes, will also not let go of the winter time and be close to nature. Walking along the mountain road, I saw that the water in Jingxi was shallow and the white stone was exposed, because of the cold weather, even the red leaves of the branches had fallen almost and became sparse. There was no rain on the mountain road, but the pines, cypresses and other trees were verdant all year round, and the water vapor seemed to wet people's clothes.
Winter, can also be bright colors, full of vitality.
There is no rain cover at all, and the chrysanthemum residue is still proud of frost branches.
A good year of good times must be remembered, the most is orange yellow orange green time.
- Song Sushi, "Gift to Liu Jingwen"
The lotus flowers had long since decayed, not even the lotus leaves of the rain, and the chrysanthemums had withered, leaving only the branches of the flowers proud of the wind and frost. But the poet likes this season the most, because the oranges are yellow, and the oranges are green, which is really tempting!
No matter what season or place, there is always a view to see.
Ploughing the fields and plowing in winter, listening to the sound of children's calves.
The eviction of guests should be scattered in peace, and the idle people He Xingle shengping.
Snowflakes will ripen, and green leaves can be cooked away from the leaves.
There are many idle books and lessons at the west window, and the west window comes to take advantage of the sunset.
- Song Luyou, "Early Winter"
People everywhere are busy ploughing in winter, hoeing the fields, and from time to time they hear the sound of children reprimanding calves. The expelled are suitable for this countryside, the world is too peaceful, how lucky it is to be idle. Buckwheat flowers are as white as snow, and it seems that buckwheat is about to ripen, and the cabbage is lush with green leaves and can be used for cooking. Well fed, warm, leisurely reading and writing, in the evening, under the west window, the sunset is shining brightly. Such a time is also comfortable.
The weather is getting colder and the plum blossoms are blooming.
There were several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opened it alone.
Haruka is not snow, for there is dark incense to come.
--Song Wang Anshi, "Plum Blossom"
A few plum blossoms bloomed in the corner of the wall, opening alone in the cold. It is known from a distance that it is not snow, because there is a dark incense floating, refreshing the heart. The aroma of plum blossoms adds a lot of warmth to the cold winter, and time seems to have become elegant.
Of course, winter without snow is incomplete.
The pillow was cold, and the window was clear again.
At night, I know that the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding.
- Don Bai Juyi, "Night Snow"
At night, the pillow was cold, which surprised me, and I found that the window was also bright, but it was reflected in the snow. Although I didn't go out late at night, I knew that the snow was falling very heavily, and from time to time I could hear the sound of the snow crushing the bamboo branches. This night snow, it's really big!
Snowflakes fall, different people, but have different moods.
Prozac's heart rises and falls back, and the night is long and unbearable.
The wind blows snow flakes like flowers falling, and the moon shines like a mirror.
- Don Lü Wen, "Winter Night is a Matter"
Endless sorrow is piled up in the heart, making people unable to sleep, getting up for a while, lying down for a while, and finally not calming down, the night is too long, how to spend it? The wind blows snow, the petals of the flowers fall, and the moonlight shines on the cracked ice, like a broken mirror. And the poet's heart was also broken, cold and painful.
Snow has no temperature, but human feelings can be very warm.
Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
--Tang Bai Juyi, "Ask Liu Nineteen"
Just brewed pale green wine, a small stove with red mud. It's late afternoon, look at this day, I'm afraid it's going to snow, old friend, let's have a drink together! Who can refuse such a gracious invitation? Even if it snows heavily, what's the harm? How can you be afraid of the cold when your heart is warm?
Winter scenes can also be depicted in detail, like a vivid picture, presented in front of the eyes of the world, so that people can see clearly.
At the end of the South Yin Ridge Show, the snow floats in the clouds.
The forest shows a bright color, and the city increases the twilight cold.
- Tang Zu Yong, "Looking at the Snow in the South"
Looking at the South Mountain, the mountains in the north are beautiful and covered with snow, as if floating among the clouds. After the snow, the first sun, the forest tops shimmer between the sunset, flickering on and off, in the evening, the city adds to the chill. Although it is yuxue, it is still powerful!
In the winter, the weather is cold, and the wanderers who are wandering outside will inevitably feel more lonely and miss their relatives in their hometown more.
Handan Yili is on the winter solstice, holding the knee lamp in front of the shadow.
If you want to sit at home late at night, you should also talk about distant pedestrians.
——Tang Bai Juyi, "Thinking of Home at night on the Winter Solstice in Handan"
In the hotel in Handan, the winter solstice festival is ushered in. In the light, holding the knee, only the shadow accompanies. When I think of the situation at home, my relatives should get together at this time, and when they chat, they will mention me, the person who has not returned home, just as I am thinking about them.
In winter, there are the loneliest people.
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
--Tang Liu Zongyuan, "Jiang Xue"
Thousands of mountains and mountains, there is no trace of birds, all the roads, there are no pedestrians, the earth is silent. In the midst of the ice and snow, on a leaf boat, an old fisherman wearing a bucket hat and wearing a cloak fished alone in the wind and snow. Although lonely, but willing to be lonely, unwilling to go with the flow, do not need others to understand.
There is no season for children that is not happy.
The young golden basin is off the ice, and the colored silk is worn as a silver zheng.
Knocking into a jade chime through the forest sounded, suddenly making the sound of glass breaking the ground.
--Song Yang Wanli, "The Child Makes Ice"
The child got up in the morning, took the ice from the basin with solid ice, was not afraid of the cold at all, and excitedly put it on with colored silk and knocked it as a scepter. The sound of knocking out was like a jade chime, and it crossed the woods. The child was having a good time, and suddenly the ice fell to the ground, making a sound like glass breaking. The fun of children is always so simple and so much.
Although winter is cold, it will always pass, and if there is no winter, how can there be spring?
Driving is not an exhaustive road, and it is not a lost cause.
On the great river of independence, the north wind comes to blow people.
Snow frost since the beginning, grass and trees when updated.
The harsh winter does not kill, how to see the yang spring.
- Don Lü Wen, "Meng Dong Pujin Guanhe Pavilion"
Stopping the car is not because there is no road to go, and not crossing the river is not because the ferry has not been found. Standing alone on the bank of the great river, the north wind whistled and the cold hit people. The season of frost and snow has only just begun, and the grass and trees have no greenery. Winter is sad, but if there is no cold winter to cover the earth, how can there be a thriving, vibrant spring.
What about even winter? If you have a pleasant mood, you will naturally have beautiful scenery.
Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze and winter has snow.
If there is no idleness to worry about, it is a good time on earth.
- Song Wumen Monk, "Ode"
There are flowers in spring, bright moons in autumn, cool breezes in summer, and snowflakes falling in winter. As long as the heart is carefree, every moment is the best season.
It's winter again. Winter is also lovely, once embraced spring, summer, autumn, and winter, is still worth looking forward to, not only for fragrant plum blossoms, but also not just for white snowflakes. Love in the heart, the scenery you want will be everywhere.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.