Heavy snow in Lingnan
Time: Song
Author: District Shiheng
Wan Li sand, a frozen coral in the sea, is full of flowers.
There is a spring festival in Luoyang. Who asked Yuan An's Chu Shi family
Lingnan in Spring
Date: Song
Author: Sun Zhengping
Trimming bamboo in front of the window is like a cloud, and the clever words are only heard by spring birds.
sleep with the futon and sit still, but smoke the tea in front of the stove.
Living in Lingnan
Year: Song
Author: Zhang Zilong
The wind blows in Bai Bo, how do you feel about returning home?
flowers bloom early in the country of Yan, and the boat carries rain in spring.
fear that snakes will burn gallwood, and prevent the seeds from dying.
The merchants' wives in Dongkou send nocturnal songs at times.
bitter cold in Geng Wu La is common in Lingnan, but bitter cold is rare.
Time: Song
Author: Zheng Gangzhong
The eaves are full of wind and bamboo, and the jade phase is abrupt at night.
I look at the pine on the top of the hill, lonely and thin and frozen.
I'm glad to make a pavilion, and I'm sure I'll see the flying snow.
if you stay out of time, your feet are as hard as iron.
the green hills are not old at all, and the dusk rain is desolate.
it's not that the earth's atmosphere is biased, and it's wet and turbid and old.
when you cut the underwater clouds, you only rest in the void.
this year, it's cold in the wax, and it's cold in every mouth.
this is the first sound of snow, which washes the heat in Lingnan.
don't be surprised, it makes no difference.
there will be a smoky forest, and all of them have a flower knot.
the color of the grass is moist as crisp, so it's scorching.
whip spring in Lingnan
Date: Song
Author: Fan Duanchen
A word about the moon on the lake, three times seeing Lingnan Spring.
strange birds cry like ghosts, while stupid apes stand like people.
barbarian businessmen are familiar with sea vessels, and fishermen are mixed with riverside.
There are still whips and bulls, and they are rushing to pick up the road dust.
Lingnan Road Middle
Time: Tang
Author: Cao Song
A hundred flowers have not come home, so they may not return to their hearts.
however, there is a pot for leisurely singing, and the scenery is put into the clearing machine.
Half-Sichuan's cloudy fog hides tall trees, and a sunny neon mixed glow falls.
The grass and grass mingle in front of the wandering horse, and the partridges crow and rest and fly south.
litchi in Lingnan should not be sent far away. Longan is a new ripe fruit, and it will be celebrated on the fifth day. Uncle Hui
Date: Song
Author: Zhang Wei
Lizi is still under punishment, and Lin Qiu is well-known.
Although there is no southerly wind, it is resistant to traveling thousands of miles in a cloud cage.
Middle School in Chenling South Road
Date: Tang
Author: Li Deyu
The water in the mountains is divided into branches and turned into a maze, and the coconut leaves in the palm trees are dark and the streams are dark.
Worry rushes through poisonous fog and meets snake grass, while fear of falling sand bugs and avoiding swallow mud.
in may, she collected fire rice in the fields, and Tianjin officials reported tide chickens in the third watch.
at the homesick place, the birds are singing more and more in the hibiscus flowers.