What are the ancient poems about the first frost?

The ancient poems about the first frost are as follows:

1, boating for 10 days, boating in Huai River is often built, and the frost flows west first. The night tide invaded the shore for a long time, and the cold moon approached the city. Pingsha waits for geese, and the pavilion listens to chickens. Who can care about travel outside the cloud?

2. climb the north building of liming mansion on the 9th, and the sky is far away and the trees are low on the 9th. On barren lakes and grasslands, in the west of Cui Shan County. The first frost is full of sound, and autumn is full of thoughts. Free white wine, brought by Ling Tao.

3. Return Li Ge's tape recorder to Deng Ge. Don't keep out the cold, first frost loudly cut the wall.

4. Return Li Ge's tape recorder to Deng Ge. Don't keep out the cold, first frost loudly cut the wall.

5. On September 1st, the first frost red pear in Manganese Creek was ripe, but Ruke was not soft. Never let it rain, only in spring and autumn.

6, the snow stopped in the south, the state boundary and the plum blossom period, not because of this disease. Who cries for snow, his face is worn out.

7. Brother Li came to see Deng, and I sent him to see Chu Shuang. The grass rustled in the air.

On the 8th and 9th, Huai dike was shocked, and Yan Bin went down to Cangzhou. At the end of the year, the wind is urgent, the night is cool and the moon is sad.

On the 9 th and 9 th, looking up, the sky is far away and the trees are very low. On barren lakes and grasslands, in the west of Cui Shan County. The first frost is full of sound, and autumn is full of thoughts. Free white wine, brought by Ling Tao.

After the first frost in September of 10, the water dried up to the ground.

1 1, for a long time, I miss Qiu Guang very much, but I can't go back to the deep mountains and forests, the giant valley of Long Qian. Trapped ants wrapped in mud make the city bulletproof. Grass is not expensive, but it casts a mountain fault. I'm afraid it's sweet and bitter, but not bad. Shui Ze, the first frost, withered, leaves fell at the end of the year. Honor and poverty are warm and cold, and right and wrong are past and present. I was glad to retreat when I didn't see the snail sticking to the wall. Break it off, but it's not shameful.

12. Go boating in Huaishui, and the first frost will dawn. The night tide invaded the shore for a long time, and the cold moon approached the city. Pingsha waits for geese, and the pavilion listens to chickens. Who can care about travel outside the cloud?

Guo Jian 13 in the suburb of Xunyang, one to one year old. Halfway through Yan Lu, the city fell even more. The boundless sea color is boundless, even empty green. The wind blows through Bai Bo, and the red waves are boiling every day. Industry and commerce go to the house, and cattle and horses climb mountains to avoid it. When the tax rate is high, it is quite harmful to agriculture and mulberry. I don't know the disaster of ten thousand people, but I want to find a sharp knife. I am helpless and will not succeed for a long time. After the frost in early September, the water dried up to the ground.

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15, Yan Gui opened to me, and I was bruised all over the sky, but the dew of wind and frost made me cold. Whose chuckle is it? The path is vaguely beautiful.