The famous ancient poems about the winter solstice are as follows:
1. The broken tiles cannot leave behind the miserable fireworks, and the cold chrysanthemums bid farewell to the evening sky. Since ancient times, it has been said that the stars are turning around, and the winter solstice comes to the end of the year.
2. The subtitles Magnolia Winter Solstice Xiaoyun Shurui. The cold shadow has returned for the first time and the long day has arrived. New stockings. Who else will follow in his footsteps? The window is cold and shallow. Add a line to the road. You must swim by holding a candle. The copper pot has been reduced and raised last night.
3. "Two Winter Poems Thinking of a Loving Mother" A wanderer in the cold weather spends several autumns, floating in the desert and passing by in the water. I went to the lonely temple in Shaicao to remember my loving mother, and I couldn't stop crying after listening to the Zen music.
4. "Two Winter Poems Thinking of My Hometown" The wind is lingering and the clouds are in chaos, asking about the world, where are we far away at sunset? In my dream, I listened to the stringed tung trees under the willow trees, and composed poems in my spare time in the spring moon after my return.
5. "Winter Solstice" In late winter, the sky is covered with frost, and the orchid boat casts its shadow on the cold river. I don’t know who is drunk first tonight, lamenting that another year has passed since I woke up from my dream.
6. "Winter Night Poems" The frosty sky is long and cold, the night is vast with fireworks, the white snow and sand are falling, and the cold window enters at three or two o'clock.
7. What is called a few has very little basis in heaven. This year ended at the beginning of the year, and tomorrow is in the future. It's easy to feel proud at this time, but it's hard to say anything. If a person can know this meaning, why can't he know it? two. Halfway through the winter solstice, Heaven’s heart has not changed. The place where Yiyang first arises is when all things are not yet born. Xuanjiu has a light taste and a loud sound. If you don't believe me, ask the cook.
8. The winter solstice comes quietly and the autumn grass becomes soft. The streets are desolate. Mei Lu looked embarrassed. The snow and frost bully the tearful rolls. The sunset steals away over the mountains. Shadow geese wandering thousands of miles across the horizon. The cold night is deep. Foolish Chinese have shallow vocabulary. A few moments about the Jackdaw Roost incident. The heart is floating in the humble room and the ice eyes are warm.