大众网记者 马小双 临沂报道

　　It rains lightly, but it drizzles all day long. I don't know how many leaves have fallen off the trees.

　　At the beginning of winter, Lidong, we haven’t seen the snowflakes, but winter has already started from today. Maybe for most of people, it will be like this way. A journey planned in autumn hasn’t started yet, the autumn has just come to the end.

　　The solar term is amazing. When autumn ends and winter arrives, it seems the whole world turns into a plain color.

　　The beginning of winter is the end of autumn and the start of winter. Colorful forests in autumn are presenting a bleak and dreary picture. The withered yellow matches with the azure sky. Two pure colors finally encounter. Winter has arrived.

　　Cold wind will finally blow off the leaves remaining on trees. Chilly rain will finally interconnect the leaves with the ground. Sprouts come out in spring. Turn green for a summer long. Change into withered clothing in autumn. Finally return home at the beginning of winter.

　　Do not feel sad for the destined cycle and ending. Both falling down and deeply buried in the soil are the hope for future.

　　Spring breeze is like good virtues, so elegant to accommodate anything. Autumn water is like good essays, so decent to be dustless. What are our expectations for winter?

　　Today we meet here to chant the chapter for winter. Passing through time and space, with poetry we invite China in festivals to open up the connotation of winter.

　　At the beginning of winter, which poem do you think of? Is it about wind and frost, or is it about snowflakes?

　　Immersed in this cold color, which poem matches this scene best? I think it must be the poem Requesting Mr Liu, the Nineteenth, written by Bai juyi.

　　My new brew gives green glow; My red clay stove flames up. At dusk it threatens snow. Won’t you come for a cup?

　　Border-Songs Lu Lun

　　High in the faint moonlight, wild geese are soaring. Tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark. And we chase them, with horses lightly burdened. And a burden of snow on our bows and our swords.

　　Look, the sun comes up. Do you remember Farewell to a Lutist? Yes, I know it.

　　Yellow clouds spread for miles and miles have veiled the day. The north wind blows down snow and wild geese fly away. Fear not you’ve no admirers as you go along! There is no connoisseur on earth but loves your song.

　　雨不大，

　　却淅淅沥沥地下了一天，

　　树上的叶子不知道又落了多少。

　　立冬这天，

　　虽然还没有见到雪花，

　　但是冬天从今天起就已经开始了。

　　很多人或许都会是这个样子，

　　说好一场秋天就走的旅行，

　　还没有来得及出发，

　　秋季就这样结束了。

　　节气就是这样的神奇，

　　当秋季结束，

　　冬季到来，

　　似乎这个世界都变成了单色。

　　立冬是秋的结束，

　　是冬季的开始。

　　秋季五彩斑斓的森林，

　　现在更多是萧索落寞的迹象。

　　这样的枯黄与这湛蓝的天空，

　　两种高纯度颜色最后的交错，

　　冬天已经来临了。

　　寒风终究要吹落这树上仅存的叶子，

　　最终冷雨让落叶与大地紧密结合。

　　春之嫩芽，

　　绿了一夏，

　　秋换枯装，

　　立冬回家。

　　不要为这注定的轮回谢幕感到悲伤，

　　飘落、深埋入土沉淀的是未来的希望。

　　春风大雅能容物，

　　秋水文章不染尘。

　　冬季我们又会有哪些期待？

　　今天我们相约在这里，

　　一起吟哦冬的华章，

　　穿越时空，

　　以诗词邀约节日里的中国，

　　一起打开冬季的蕴藏！

　　立冬，你会想起怎样的诗？

　　是关于风霜，

　　还是关于飘雪？

　　置身这清冷的色彩中，

　　还有哪首诗最符合此情此景？

　　我想非白居易的《问刘十九》莫属。

　　绿蚁新醅酒，红泥小火炉。

　　晚来天欲雪，能饮一杯无？

　　塞下曲 [唐] 卢纶

　　月黑雁飞高，单于夜遁逃。

　　欲将轻骑逐，大雪满弓刀。

　　看，太阳出来了！

　　你们还记得《别董大》吗？

　　是的，我知道。

　　千里黄云白日曛，北风吹雁雪纷纷。

　　莫愁前路无知己，天下谁人不识君。