Green ant new wine, red clay small stove.
Late to the day want snow, can you drink a cup of nothing?
—— "Ask Liu Nineteen" Bai Juyi
Cold wind, wet cold bones, good taste of winter. If you have a glass of warm wine, take the wine into the throat, get rid of the frost, three or five friends, laughter and laughter, and it is a good winter fun. Old White this poem, every winter I want to bring it out of my mind to stay in a circle, in order to survive this cold day.
In winter, the outdoor north wind is angry, thousands of miles of ice, and the agar covers thousands of branches, which constitutes the scenery of the northern country, although beautiful, but cold. A glass of warm wine is the most beautiful thing at this time, not to mention that it can make the cold body warm up instantly, surround the stove, watch the new snow drifting, and invite friends to drink while watching the snow is a beautiful thing.
Countless good poems were written in this environment, see:
Frozen pen new poems lazy to write, cold stove wine when warm.
Drunk to see the ink flower moon white, trance snow full of the front village.
- "Li Dong" anonymous
When I first saw this poem, the author's signature was Li Bai. Later, when I read this poem again, I don't know who wrote it, but it is crowned with no name. "It should be that the heavenly immortals are drunk and crush the white clouds" is the same, some people say that Li Bai wrote it, but still can't get rid of this poem is a doubtful poem. In fact, a hundred years of time has been able to do things that are not human, not to mention a thousand years. So, for the author, we only have regrets. But for this poem, we can still rejoice.
Because it's really well written. Twenty-four words have no rare words, but they are as refreshing as the fresh rain on the empty mountains and the freshness of the valley, as if the warm currents flow through, making people's pores relax. Due to the cold winter weather, the pen in the room has been frozen and difficult to write, but the literati are also lazy at this moment because of the agarwood and the warm wine in the stove, and they are reluctant to write new poems. In winter, you don't have to be as busy as ever, you can keep a warm room and let your thoughts fly. A few exposed winds blew through the lights and swayed, reflecting the walls. Drink a pot of wine, wine into the intestines, listen to the snow falling, smell the thick snow folding bamboo, in this sound, sleep deeply, is the best winter day.
The first sigh may not be heavy, and it will meet again after ten years of idleness.
The dust between the walls is light, and the initial heart disease outside the object is secretly attacked.
Sit on the wine to be warm in winter, and the plum in front of the eaves is cold.
Half-drunk monks do not need to cook tea, and they have their own mountains and clouds to swing their chests.
—— "Revisiting Longmen Temple with Dingchen" Zeng Feng
The first link and the jaw link are about the time and various feelings of the Longmen Temple. Here, I think we should focus our eyes on the neck and tail joints.
It is written very feeling, walking outdoors in winter, when all around is white, cold plums are proud of snow, facing the cold wind, full of frost to come to Longmen Temple. I believe that the literati at this time were already too cold to do so, and their hands were particularly cold. If at this time, take a pot of warm old wine with him, swallow along the throat tube, let the alcohol paralyze his brain, let the warmth flow throughout the body, I believe he will be full of unobstructed, limbs and skeletons like soaking in the hot spring, dizzy. Therefore, the cold of winter is not terrible, warm wine, half drunk, half sleep, is already a great deal.
The cold plum in front of the eaves, covered with agar, in the ice and snow, the posture has not changed, so that the new snow adds a beauty. The literati who had finished drinking wine were very satisfied at this time, he looked at everything around him, the silent environment had long since stripped him from the earthly world, and the white clouds out of the sky had already opened his heart.
Wanli Qingjiang Wanli Tian, a village mulberry a village smoke.
The fisherman was drunk and no one called, and woke up in the afternoon with snow all over the boat.
—— "Drunken Writings" Han Wei
Thousands of miles of Qingjiang, thousands of miles of long sky, at a glance, as if endless, the eyes of course can not see the end of the sky and water, can only use the greatest effort to see the water and sky. Han Wei's "Drunken Writings" has a strong sense of humanity, "a village of mulberries and a village of smoke", the village represents someone, there is warmth, there is cooking smoke. The mulberry tree shelter may be a family.
But the fisherman seems to be isolated from them, and we can guess that the fisherman's family is cooking for his return, and we can also guess that the fisherman is standing alone, and the joy of others has nothing to do with him. At this time the fisherman was asleep in the boat, the smell of wine lingering around him, and he lay down, snoring everywhere. On such a cold night, presumably no one wanted to leave the warm spring room, so no one called him to cross the river.
There were still a few wine jugs thrown on the bow of the ship, and gradually, the wine jugs were covered with heavy snow, and when the fisherman woke up drunk, he was afraid that the hull of the ship had long been buried by the snow, and the Qingjiang River and the long sky were white.
One is a concentric friend, and the third is a fangshi.
Flower under the kurama tour, a glass of wine in the snow.
- Bai Juyi (excerpt)
Xinxue poured a glass of wine on the new wine.
Naturally, it must be worn, not extended.
Chen Ta had no words, and Yuan Men was lazy.
Singing and laughing, as you please.
—— "Wine in the Snow Wants to Send This Poem to Wu Jianxian" Bai Juyi
As in the case of "Late to the day, can you drink a cup of nothing?" "In that way, drinking on a snowy day is more fun between friends, several people drinking, a large group of people drinking together in the hearth, watching the tongue of fire beating in the firewood, it is always more lively than one person."
If the two sit next to each other, just like Bai Juyi and Yuan Shu. The cold moon silently shines on the snow, reflecting the cold light, the cold plum blooms quietly, for both of them, they can enter the poem, the red clay small stove, the two drink, from the discussion of the white snow in the spring to the interesting things of the people, it is the greatest comfort to the winter snow.
If a group of people drink alcohol in winter, it is definitely a song and swallow dance, a huqin pipa and a qiang flute, and the sound of orchestral sounds. The fire is booming, and the candles fill the room, like a warm day, and spring is melting.
Therefore, drinking alcohol in winter should be with friends. If you're lonely indoors, you might as well walk in the snow and visit your friends outside the snow. Instead of talking about wine and chanting poems, it is the great pleasure of winter.
The pot plum incense pours qingjie, idly listening to the group of noisy frozen branches.
After a full meal, tea is really easy to measure, and the wine ring in the snow is the most difficult to hold.
The heart is fragrant and ashes are ashes, and the book at the end of the paper is written in a lazy pen.
Talk about riding bamboo in the past, and now both sideburns are silk.
- "Snow Communists Only The Elder Uncle Drinks", Yuan Zongdao
Winter can not be without wine, just as the autumn wind lining the bright moon, plum rain beckoning frogs, winter cold is suitable for a glass of warm wine. Of course, don't have other thoughts, such as quitting alcohol. The wisps of cold plum fragrance spread out and blended with the agarwood, like three thousand green silks stirring up thousands of thoughts. The rime is thick and white, and the surrounding area is lonely, only the crows are crying opposite each other. At this time, the author's mind was relaxed, and he did not smell the crow and weep, because he used a "idle" word.
What would you do to spend such a long time in this situation? That must have been drinking. The room was so warm and dry, under the invasion of plum incense and agarwood, the enthusiasm and lazy emotions of the literati fought in the skull, and finally the lazy thoughts won. So Ren pen was chaotic, ren books were messed up, did not want to think, did not want to write. Quitting alcohol is even more impossible, this good winter, looking at the snow outside the window, thoughts drift to the distant green mountains, wine and plum fragrance, agarwood three fragrances intersect, presumably the literati are exploring the fun of winter.
The literati did not actually need wine to warm his whole body at this moment, he only needed wine to comfort him in winter. Su Shi also said, "Only the master's words can be used, and the cold wants to drink this." "It's freezing cold, drink a glass of wine, take advantage of the winter, just right!"
Gǔ duò (gǔ duò) smokeless snow night long, the ground stove simmered wine warm as soup.
Mo Qi old woman no plate (dìng), laughing at the ash in the taro chestnut fragrance.
—— "Winter Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Chengda
Fan Chengda's small poem is really too comfortable to write. Fang just looked at the previous poems, no wonder they all have some sense of loftiness and elegance, but "Drunken Writings" Han Wei slightly shows the rhyme of the village, but "Wanli Qingjiang Wanli Tian" still has some high and cold taste, and ordinary people are difficult to approach.
Fan Chengda's poem is as plain as water, which can be carefully touched, and can taste and read some mountain springs, and the sweet feeling surrounds the tip of the tongue, a comfortable smell. He brought his eyes closer to life and the end of his pen closer to the world. Writing about life, but becoming poetry.
Let's take a look. (Maple means firewood blocks, tree bumps, can be used as carbon) The long winter night is thick with ink, enveloping the village in fog and making it impossible to discern the direction. But indoors, it's peaceful. The firewood was added to the fire, there was no smoke, the light of the fire illuminated the earthen wall as if it were daylight, and a few protruding flames shaped their battlefield on the wall like a shadow puppet. In the countryside, the container for the sake may not be as luxurious as the golden bottle, and the wine may not be as clear as the sake, but the warm wine by the stove can still warm the whole body, no different from other places.
Use a tree branch to cut out the taro in the fire, blow off the firewood ash on it, and gently bite it down, soft and sweet. Drink the warm wine again, and this kind of human enjoyment has been written by Fan Cheng.
Near the suburbs of the small cloud dwelling, a water like a dragon to make up the Buddha's house.
Long fishing phi covered with snow, brick stove warm wine boiled brook fish.
—— "Ten Memories of Snow Slopes in the Snow" Yao Mian
To be honest, it's so well written that I don't know how to praise these poems. The resort on the outskirts seems to be the peach blossom source created by the literati, such as the dragon's meandering blue water is the peach blossom water, he traces the stream to the water, there is a Buddha Lu waiting on the bank, the Sanskrit sound penetrates the heavens and the earth, the water sparkling like a scale forward, and the Sanskrit sound constitutes the respective music score between heaven and earth. Looking further ahead, there is the temple of the literati, Xiao Yunju.
These are the scenes around the "Peach Blossom Garden", which is his waiting for the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. I guess he had a different life in spring, summer, and autumn, but he wrote about the winter days he had experienced.
That heavy snow was something he could never forget, and on that day he went fishing in a cloak to meet the drifting snow, and the fishing at this time was not the loneliness of Liu Zongyuan's pen:
Thousands of mountain birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the snow of the Cold River.
He was like a traveler, with snow between his eyebrows and his hair white. After finishing, in front of the brick stove to boil fish, stream fish delicious, mellow wine, accompanied by white snow around, fireworks and wine spread in the faint sky, so, it is a winter fun.
Wine, is the drink of the hero:
Three cups of Turanno, five yue poured as light.
After the eyes are glazed over, the spirit is fresh.
Wine is the drink of the banquet, "King Chen used to feast peacefully, and fight for ten thousand pieces of wine. ”
Wine, more in life long drink, respect the years leisurely, respect the spring flowers and autumn moon, respect the winter snow.
-Author-
Yingfang, a person who loves poetry and Jiangnan. The fantasy is "and put the white deer between the green cliffs", and the wish is "a lifetime of good mountain tourism".