What is the poetry of a cold night?

Cold night guests come to tea for wine, and bamboo stove soup is boiling red;

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.

[Appreciation]:

On an extremely cold winter night, the poet felt very lonely and bored. Suddenly someone knocked at the door. It turned out to be an old friend visiting at night. The poet was shocked and was busy making a fire and making tea. After a while, it was red and the water was boiling. So, they gathered around the warm bamboo stove, sipping tea and catching up. At this moment, in the cold winter night, it looks so warm and affectionate.

Obviously, they talked for a long time and were deeply involved. It was midnight when they went to bed. The faint winter moon shines from the window to the bedside, and you can see the swaying plum shadow outside the window. The moonlight tonight is no different from what I have seen before, except that it is different from usual under the background of Meiying.

The poem came to a screeching halt. In fact, the plum blossom outside the window once bloomed there, and the poet can see its shadow in the moonlight. It's just that the poet didn't think this plum blossom picture was special in the past, but he suddenly found it unusual today. Why? Just because an old friend visited.

These last two sentences can be described as the crowning touch, which suddenly raised the daily lock-up of visiting friends on a cold night to a deep level. Unforgettable and memorable.