Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.
Green ant's newly baked wine has a hint of red in the quiet stove.
The lantern door is red, the charcoal fire is steaming, and the chicken is stewed with sweat and flame.
It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .
But I like to serve my son, know how to taste tea, and sweep the new snow and cook in time.
It rains in the sand and the wind is light.
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Apricots are burning and peaches are wilting.
Love trees and wet flowers can't afford to fly.
Daughter laughs at you at the window.
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
The fire was shining in the sky, and the red star in the purple smoke was in chaos. On the night of the moon, copper smelters sang, and their songs resounded through the cold valley.
I don't know when the snow covers the clouds and sand, and the strange window is empty and the shadow is oblique.
When you enter the bamboo, you might as well listen to it and reflect it to the world.
A cup of deep joy is close to fire. Who is looking for small trees and flowers when the fragrance is cold?
When Peng Xian took the trouble to send me a message, he should be a poet of Little Bamboo.
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost.
Huang Ju home cooked, such as * * * you and TaoRan drunk.
As soon as you make fragrant tea, you can sweep the fallen leaves for the winter.
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