All the spring is frozen and swallowed up, and I sing colder.
Tonight is winter, and tomorrow is old.
Ming Sheng plays autumn wind and buys wine to fly winter snow.
This winter is the best, and tomorrow is another long year.
Ming Sheng plays autumn wind and buys wine to fly winter snow.
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.
The cold weather makes the days short and the wind and waves calm.
A vine path is green, and Wan Xuefeng is sunny.
When winter came, all the flowers disappeared.
At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.
It rains and snows, and it disappears when it is seen.
It is cloudy in autumn and cold in winter.
Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white.
I don't know if I started spraying water recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
The days and personnel change rapidly every day, and then the winter solstice, after the winter solstice, after the weather gets warmer, spring comes back.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
I don't know if I started spraying water recently, but I suspect it didn't sell after the winter snow.
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.
Jiangshan is not thousands of miles away from jathyapple, and there are thousands of selfless jade Qian Qian in the world.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.
Plum blossoms smell like snow all over the sky, and it is not surprising that flies freeze to death.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats, blowing down XuanYuanTai.
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
Who cut the snow on the flat ground into smallpox?
Children study worse than their neighbors in winter, but according to the shore, fools are valuable.
The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands.
If winter is not cold, why can we see spring?
Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window, pushed open the door and saw the snow-capped mountains full of mountains.
The south neighbor is even more unforgettable, and the winter cloth has not been redeemed.
Clouds and gulls dance, and geese fly against the wind.
Every winter solstice, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee lamp.