Poems of fallen cherry blossoms and fallen snow at dusk

Cherry blossoms, one branch and two branches, ten million. The flower brick once stood as a flower picker, and the broken skirt was as red as fire.

Hongsheng: Wang Xue.

Author: Hong Sheng Dynasty: Qing Dynasty

Cold color lonely village curtain, hate Taiwan four wild smell.

The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless.

Seagulls and herons can't tell when they fly, but Sha Ting looks at them.

There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white.

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