The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
I don't know if it will rain today, but people suspect that Hualin bloomed last night.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Ming Sheng plays autumn wind and buys wine to fly winter snow.
It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye.
Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone; I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window. It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
The snow in winter is white, but it's so cold that everything is depressing. In this season, I always feel so sad, life is frozen at this moment, and love ends at this moment.
I still remember the snow, which accompanied me all night long, until my heart was frozen and I could no longer feel your existence.
Why do people always travel when it snows?
The falling debris is not only white, but also indifferent. I thought it belonged to me when I held it in my hand, but it slowly melted, evaporated and disappeared, and also took away the little tenderness in my heart.
The agreed breakup, in this white snowy day, seems so desperate, I don't like winter.
I can't think of any way to improve each other. It's still very cold after the snow stops.
There has always been a knot in my heart that I can't untie. I don't know if I think too much or flatter myself. I always feel that our relationship is like snow, big and small, close and far away.
Snow, no matter how beautiful, will melt one day. No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they will disappear. It will never disappear, only a slightly sad moment in memory.
A person walking in the vast snow can't tell whether he is lonely or lonely.
Another snow, so crying. This snow is as white as my heart. After that, the moment of melting is also our parting.