Travel poems in late winter

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. Dongda by Tang Gao Shi

After waxing, the flowering period is approaching, and the cold plum is the east wind letter. Shu's The Recent Flowers

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. Wang Song Anshi plum blossom

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Don Liu Changqing's Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow

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