The deep ice is three feet thick, and the snow is thousands of miles.
My heart is like pine and cypress. How do you feel?
The water in the deep pool has frozen three feet thick, and snow has covered thousands of miles of land. In spite of this cold, my heart is still as firm as pine and cypress. What is your heart like?
2. Song Yan Shu's "Cold Dew in the Jade Bowl of Huanxisha"
The jade bowl in the boudoir is covered with ice, and water drops are condensed at the edge of the bowl. Beauty powder sweat, through the thin gauze clothing, revealing a fragrant and white body; There are more faces with heavy makeup in the evening than lotus flowers.
After going to the toilet, the slightly drooping hair complements the moon-like eyebrows; A touch of reddish wine dizzy, as bright as the morning glow, fell on her cheeks. Sleeping during the day and sunset under the sun are all the first awakening of the spring dream.
The jade bowl in the boudoir is full of ice, and the condensed water drops around the bowl will drip down. Beauty powder and sweat melt slightly, revealing a fragrant and white body through a thin gauze dress; The delicate face with light makeup in the evening is better than the rich lotus flower.
After dressing, the hair droops slightly, and the eyebrows and eyes complement each other; The reddish wine dizzy, like a bright morning glow, fell on her cheeks. After a day's sleep, I woke up and the sun set. It turns out that I did all this when I woke up in my early spring dream.
3. Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy Winter Night Ice Well in Song Dynasty
The ice meets the well in winter night, and the bright moon invades the painting hall. Blue jar Ming Che, sad cry. The green jar is waiting to be picked, and the powder tears are still hanging.
Before a statue is finished, the tears are covered first, and the song is half sad. Love and voice are not contradictory. If you want to know the heartbroken place, dark dust flies on the beam.
It's very cold at night in winter, and the wells are frozen. The bright moonlight shone into the tent through the gorgeous room, and the blue light flashed, reflecting the sad maid. The wick was almost burned out, and rouge powder and tears trickled down.
Before she finished drinking a glass of wine, she hid her face and wept, and her song was mixed with sadness. Sadness and singing should be vented as much as possible, and they are not contradictory. You have to feel the sadness of her singing, that is when the dust on the beams flies down.
4. Ouyang Xiu's Youth Tour in Song Dynasty: Jade Pot Ice Jade Animal Ash
Jade pot ice jade beast furnace ash. People began to embroider curtains. Spring irrigation blooms overnight, and six flowers bloom, without being urged by scissors.
Luoyang city fell from the sky and competed for the balcony. The wind is light, the saddle is covered with sleeves, and the road is like Jason.
There is a layer of bright and transparent ice in the jade pot, and the spices in the animal-shaped incense burner have been burned to ashes. I opened the embroidered curtain and looked out of the window, only to find that a heavy snow at night made the trees and flowers crystal clear, and no scissors were needed to cut them.
The gate of Luoyang rises in the air, and the balcony is full of high and low. Snowflakes are still falling like catkins, brushing saddles and touching sleeves. After the meeting, everyone felt that the way home was like Zhangtai Street.
5. Liu Han in Jianglin County by Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.
Where are the flying catkins? The layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and it is colder to sparse a tree. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.
Where have catkins and poplars gone with the wind? It turned out to be destroyed by thick ice and snow. It's cold in the middle of the night, and this willow tree also looks chilly and sparse. The bright moon shines selflessly, and the willow tips are generally concerned, regardless of lush and sparse.
Especially when the lush willow branches fall, I can't help but recall the women of that year. I saw the scene of tryst with her in my dream, but good dreams are easy to break and broken dreams are difficult to continue. I send my worries to the west wind, but no matter how strong the west wind is, I can't get rid of the endless worries locked in my brow.