Winter is more lovely than night. Fortunately, in the frost and dew, the chariot and horse are caught in the cold.
Learning to cultivate crops is not a good year, and millet and millet will be defeated by weeds and weeds. How can it be that relatives and guests are scattered, and birds and mice move to their nests.
I can only see the green pine heart, and the frost covers the soft rose. If you are strong and humble like this, how can you show your kindness?
Reminiscing about the ancient husband, a word carries the weight of mountains and rivers. Play the sword of Chu in the wind, and play the song of Yan for your son.
This is the answer to the guests on a winter night