Poems about the Great Cold 2017 Great Cold Ancient Poems Appreciation Twelve Recommended

The arrival of the Great Cold in 2017 means that the Spring Festival is just around the corner, and it also symbolizes the coldest time of the year. Let us look at the ancients’ understanding of the Great Cold solar term through poems about it.

Poems about the Great Cold: Appreciation of the Best Poems

Great Cold Song
Shao Yong (Song Dynasty)
The old snow has not yet melted, and new snow is already covering the doors. There is a frozen silver bed in front of the steps and ice stalactites on the eaves. The clear sun has no brilliance, and the strong wind is howling. Everyone has his own tongue, but they cannot utter words.
Pines and cypresses are known in winter
Huang Tingjian (Song Dynasty)
Pine and cypress are born solitary, and remain green all year round. When the heart hides and withers, it will be known that there will be a severe cold year. The evening is bleak and frosty, and the ravines and gullies are full of beauty. Or even if there is a hole for ants, there is no sign of the axe or saw being used.
The silence of the ages falls away, and the myriad sounds are sad. Duke Zheng supported Zhenguan, but Feng Yi was no longer seen.
February Great Cold Occasional Writing Short Sentences
Strongest (Song Dynasty)
Who can I ask God for help? What does the four seasons have to do with me? It is late spring, and the warm weather is turning cold. Farmers worry about the frozen land, while common people regret the withered flowers. How could I be different from the people's opinion? I am a government official who is the father of the people.

Inscribed on Fuguang Qiujiashan Temple
The Way of Kings (Song Dynasty)
The bell in the ancient temple rings and the clock is about to fall. Horses neigh and people get up and saddle their horses for the journey. The day is half cloudy and half sunny, and the beginning of the Lesser and Greater Cold is approaching.
The stream has stopped flowing and frozen, the fields are burned by the morning frost and dried up. Alas, I am old and walking on the road of light, and when I climb the hills, I miss my loved ones with tears in my eyes.
Yongle Wine
Fang Hui (Song Dynasty)
How can I not have a glass of wine during the Great Cold? I want to express my deepest regret but I cannot. One piece of paper money is donated to break the tyranny, and the clay pot contains about three liters.
The Cungu noodles were too thin and looked like water, while the frozen noodles were slightly warm and still contained some ice. Don't be surprised, cooks and oarsmen, for there has always been meat like a hill.
Yuanshayuan
Zeng Gong (Song Dynasty)
Climbing up the mountain to the south, there is a high peak. I reach the top of the pavilion without feeling tired. The mist and clouds over the sea are often bleak, and the pines and bamboos are even more desolate during the severe cold.
The incense sticks on the scripture platform are forever dissipated, and the wind from the conversation seats stirs up the dust and hair. I also have my own contentment, like the water in a glass vase reflecting my finest details.