Due to the circulation, the wine is light and the cold wind blows down the pines.
The cold wind blows across the Yangtze River and the Mekong River.
The cold wind is mixed with drizzle, and the falling clouds help cool the wheat.
The night is long, the moon is gone, there are no insects, and the cold wind enters the room and the lights are extinguished.
We may visit each other someday, and we will have no words to control the cold wind.
A little bit of clarity is worth ten thousand gold, but you are afraid of the cold wind when you open it.
The mountains are heavy and the sea is clear, and the cold moon breeze is slightly above.
Three thousand dreams in Shangyang Palace, the cold moon and clear wind can smell the past.
The above is a poem about the cold wind, please refer to it~