In life, work and study, everyone has been exposed to some classic poems to some extent. Poetry is the sentence that constitutes poetry. What kind of poems are classics? The following is a poem I carefully arranged, about the benefits of keeping in good health in the great cold. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like it.

Great cold song

Song Shaoyong

The old snow has not disappeared, and the new snow has become a family. Frozen silver bed in front of the steps, ice stalactites under the eaves.

There is no honor in the Qing dynasty, and the wind is angry. Every species has its own tongue, and words can't be spit out.

Sit with midnight.

Song wentong

The bird that stayed at night surprised the goose, relying on a few quiet dust and working alone. It is windy and frosty in the north, and the clouds overwhelm the snow in Nanshan.

You can't know the efficacy of tea until you sleep less, and you have to send wine to compete for luxury when you have a cold. Ink stone ice old snuff, I still hold a robe as a book.

Yuanshayuan

Song Ceng Gong

Climb the south of the mountain, the peak is high, and it is not tired to go upstairs. Clouds on the international sea are often bleak, and cold pine bamboo is even more bleak.

On Xi Shengfeng's selling incense in Taiwan and Japan for permanent hair loss. I also have a smug heart, and the water in the glass bottle shines in autumn.

Dahan chujiangling west gate

Song luyou

When the horse leaves the west gate, it will vomit and swallow for a long time in the daytime light and cold clouds. It's easy to wake up when you're drunk, but it's easy to warm up when you hide your hands.

Foxes and rabbits rushed to the depths one after another, and a little cattle and sheep were scattered far away from the village. If you don't feel too much about mountains and rivers, the poor wanderer will disappear.

Back to Ji Gui to preach the big fellow

Song Yu Zheng

The wind is blowing like crazy from Montenegro. Wei Kun wants to move, but the cold sun is boring.

Flying sand hits the face, and snow touches the skirt. There is no jade pot wine, and the ice you drink is intestines.

Birds and beasts leave no trace, and we can do it safely. Cloud is a native of China, but it has not been my territory for several years.

The vitality is split, and the old Yin is alone in Sheng Qiang. Dongyang blows the sea, and first frost is buried here.

It is common to fall into your fingers after bad waxing. An De Tian Zi Ze, vastly and gradually barren.

Sweep away the evil spirit and soak in Chulan soup. The east wind is 100 thousand, and the painting building grows in spring.

Grass steps on the edge of brocade boots, and flowers flow into Luo Yi. Pedestrians rolled up their sleeves and Long song went back to his hometown.

This village is cold and cold.

Tang Bai Juyi

In December of Yuanhe eight years, it snowed for five days in succession. Bamboo and cypress freeze to death, a farmer who lacks clothes and food!

Of all the families in the village, eight or nine are poor. The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.

Only by lighting wormwood and heat, spend the morning waiting for the morning. I only know that farmers are more bitter and sour in the cold year.

Then reflect on yourself and close the door of the hut tightly. Brown fur is covered with a quilt, and it is warm when sitting and lying down.

I'm glad to get rid of hunger and cold instead of farming alone. I am ashamed to think of them and ask who I am.

Major Cold

Song luyou

The cold and heavy snow have not disappeared, so you can't go out after closing the door. It's a pity to cut the cloud crown to make room for my knees.

My car has stopped, and I will stop for a long time. It takes a long time to take a piece from the brush.

It is better to study late than to avoid many differences. If you believe in it, you can live in a secluded place and learn from it.

Don't rest for the mountain, meet Gao Ying. Although forced in his later years, obedient children are beautiful.