Winter is the saddest of the four seasons. It's freezing cold and everything is depressed. What is more difficult than the cold in the season is the helplessness of reality, the hardship of life, and the old saying that the poor are sad in winter. Poverty here is not necessarily just economic constraints, and when a person is more sad, the more he feels sad in winter, as if even God can't live with himself. But no matter what we encounter, no matter how cold the day is, no matter how big the wind and snow, all we can do is to face the difficulties and work hard to realize the dreams of life!
The room is small enough to accommodate knees, and the wall is low only to the shoulders.
Fang passed the month of the gift of clothes, and met the beginning of Qiu Tian.
Inch accumulation of bonfire charcoal, baht called cloth quilt.
Ordinary life division dark alley, everywhere a happy.
--Song Luyou, "Li Dong Ri Zuo"
The house was so small that it had just reached the knees, and the walls were so low that it seemed to have just reached the shoulders. It's just after autumn, but I don't realize that it's winter again, but I don't have enough warm clothes. Where is the charcoal fire for heating? The quilt on the bed is also really thin. I've always lived in a humble place, but it doesn't matter, as long as I can see it, it's no big deal.
No matter how cold the day is, the work is still business as usual, for a better tomorrow. On the way forward, who is not riveting enough to run?
Purple smoke holds the incense of the sun, and thousands of horses and thousands of cars step on the new freeze.
The embroidered young man wants to return, and the beauty is still dreaming in the Qinglou.
--Tang Shi Shoulder Wu, "Winter View of the Early Dynasty"
Faint purple smoke held out the morning sun, the incense of the furnace was lingering, and thousands of cars and horses stepped on the frozen ground. The young man in Chinese costume will return early, and the beauty is still dreaming in the pavilion. No matter how bright the work, no matter how good the person, you must also work hard for your ideals and ambitions, even more than the average person. Afraid of what cold, afraid of what frost, there is a full of passion in my heart. It's a little difficult, what's the point?
Some people roast the fire in the harsh winter to admire the plums, cook tea and watch the snow, full of poetry, but some people are fighting for their ambitions.
The black geese of the moon flew high and fled alone at night.
To drive the light horse away, the snow is full of bow knives.
- Don Lu Lun, "Plugged Down"
On the night of the dark moon, the geese flew high, and Shan Yu lost the battle and fled in the dark. I was about to go after him with the light cavalry, but the snow was falling, and it was full of bows and arrows and swords! No matter how big the wind and snow, it can't resist a heart of killing the enemy that is brave enough to move forward. Compared with the enjoyment of ease, such a day is bitter, but it is also full and arbitrary.
In the cold winter, people like to get together to keep warm, and the separation of winter is always more sad. However, as long as the affection lasts, we can still say goodbye with joy! Let the friendship last forever, let us move forward to tomorrow with hope.
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow.
Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know yourself, no one in the world knows the king.
--Don Gaoshi, "Don Dong Da"
At dusk, the floating clouds are reflected by the sunset, the cold north wind blows snowflakes, and the geese struggle to move forward. Friends, don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant, who else in the world doesn't know you? The poet cheers up his friends in a ridiculous tone, believes that his friends will also be infected, and moves forward confidently and cheerfully.
In the bitter cold, how many unknown hearts, bitter to the extreme, cold to the extreme, they also gave birth to infatuation, never regret.
Hundreds of springs are frozen, and I moan more cold.
Leaning on Joe Pine in the middle of the night, I don't feel full of snow.
Bamboo poles have sweet and bitter, and I love to hold bitter knots.
Birds are sad and joyful, and I love to bleed from my mouth.
Pan Shengruo groaned, and white hair was born earlier.
--Tang Mengjiao, "Bitter Cold Chant"
The spring water was frozen and made a faint whimpering sound, and I felt even more chilly when I chanted. Leaning on the pine tree in the middle of the night, I unconsciously covered my clothes with snow. Bamboo poles are sweet and bitter, and I like to hold bitter knots. The birds sang with joy and sorrow, and there was always blood in my mouth. If anyone could understand, they would know why I had gray hair early! Who in the world does not hide from suffering and hide from the cold, but there is happiness in suffering, and there is warmth in the cold.
When you have experienced too many worldly events, you will look at everything indifferently. It's cold or not, so what does it matter? I am calm and uninsured, and I am a leisurely man on cold days.
Deep lanes and snow, Xiao Zhai everywhere wind.
As the years go by, the poetry moves endlessly.
More about to find plum companions, but also according to the exposure of the back.
Difficult experiences all over the place, but I don't feel that it is still floating.
--Ming Xie Jin, "Deep Winter"
Snowflakes drifted in the deep alleys, enveloping every household, and the depressed study was full of wind. As the years grew older, the interest in making poetry became stronger. You want to find friends to walk in the snow to find plums, or bask in the sun on a sunny day. What a hardship has been experienced, unconsciously still adrift! Drifting, just floating, how to get it.
In the white expanse of heaven and earth, it seems that everything has no life, but as long as you persist, winter is only a season for you.
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"
There are no more birds in the mountains and mountains, and there is no trace of pedestrians on every road. In this incomparably cold season, on a leaf boat, there is a fisherman wearing a cloak and a bucket hat, fishing alone on the snow-covered river. He wasn't fishing, he was insisting, and no matter what spring, summer, autumn, or winter, he was used to this posture, and even in the coldest of winters, he couldn't let him back down. He didn't pay any attention to this cold winter at all, nor did he care about the ice and snow freezing mountains and rivers. Hard pressed? No, he is not a fish, he knows the joy of fish!
In the wind and snow, how many people in the long journey, we are not afraid of the road, but also long for a warm light, can temporarily let us rely on.
The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold.
Chai Men smell the barking of dogs, and the wind and snow return to people on the night.
--Tang Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow"
It was already evening, the sky and the earth were vast, and I felt that the mountain road was long, and the cold weather made the thatched huts look even poorer. Staying here, tonight can avoid the wind and snow, suddenly outside the firewood door came the barking of dogs, it turned out that the owner's family returned on the night of the snow and wind. Home is always the warmest place, even if the dog barks, it makes people feel at ease.
In the cold weather, some people are afraid to go out, but some people do not care, in order to see the scenery and do not care about the cold.
Only to know that the victory is forgotten and the cold is forgotten, and the spring breeze of Xiaoli shines at night.
I love the snow after the east mountain is clear, and the soft red light gushes into the silver mountain.
——Song Yang Wanli, "After the Snow, the Four Mountains Are Green But the Dongshan Quanbaifu Loves the Second Absolute Sentence of the Snow After the Snow of the East Mountain"
Because of the pursuit of beautiful scenery, forget the cold weather, stand in the spring breeze and sunset, and enjoy the scenery comfortably. I love the snow in the East Mountain, the soft sunshine gushes with silver mountains, the colors are bright and lively, so that people can see the beauty, afraid of the cold, no chance to see its moving place.
No matter how cold the winter is, people with hope in their hearts will always find the vitality of spring in the harsh winter.
The snow is exhausted on the south slope and the geese fly north, and the bottom spring is better than the spring light.
Qujiang Yongri no one arrived, alone around the cold pool and returned alone.
--Tang Pei Yizhi, "Poor Winter QuJiang Idle Walk"
The snow on the southern slopes is about to melt away, and the geese are beginning to fly north. The earth has revealed a slight spring, but it is more charming than the bright spring light. Qujiang is very quiet, there is no one all day, I went around the cold pool alone, saw enough scenery, and came back alone. I feel that this place belongs to me alone. Spring, too, was getting closer and closer under my gaze.
Winter is sad, and in life, it is inevitable to encounter cold winter. In fact, whether it is brave to move forward, or calmly, it is good, winter will always pass, and there is no obstacle in life! What are the current hardships and hardships? Perhaps, overnight, spring has delivered good news, and when I look back, all kinds of winter have also become good memories.
-Author-
Heyu, a woman who likes poetry, looks for beautiful details in the four seasons, and may time leave warm memories.