Frost: The Millennium is frost.
Rain: Dark clouds cover the mountains, while white rain jumps over the boat.
Xue: Like the spring wind, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
The wind is strong and the spring breeze is not enough. Why blame the willow? Tang Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" is one year old, sending warmth into the spring breeze of Du Susong and Wang Anshi's "January Day". Since I dare not know you, why do you divide the silk curtain in front of my bed? ? Wildfire never quite consumes them, Tang Li Bai's "Spring Thoughts", the spring breeze blows high, Tang Bai Juyi's "Farewell to Ancient Grass" is green, when will the bright moon shine on me? ...