I sent a short letter, and every line of the letter soaked my tears. The cold came to you, and I sent warm clothes, but I don't know if I received them.
There is no calendar day in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.
No one was lying on the back of the cows in the sunset, which made the western Western jackdaw come back in pairs.
I don't know if the river is cold in October, but the cloth is light at night.
It's not cold bones. Where does the plum blossom smell come from?
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang to the passenger ship at midnight.
Qiongyu, the heights are too cold.
There is cold in the world, and the mother's heart is deep at any time.
The little people in the city are silent, and the cold chickens in the village sing.
I want wet clothes, apricot blossoms and rain, and I have another village.
Everyone left in the past, but today the water is still cold.
A word is steady, and it can stand the cold for half a night.
If you don't see spring for ten days, a tree will bloom cold.
Lonely lights are colder, and pedestrians still bring rain home.
Autumn sometimes flies alone, and the sunset has nothing to do with cold smoke.
The wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever.
Oh, poetry doesn't sleep, full moon, I want to be immortal.
Whose house is the cold cabin? Dumu Bridge is inclined across a small diameter.
In a dream, the chicken is blocked far away, and the small building blows through the cold of Yu Sheng.
If you want to send clothes, you won't return them. If you don't send clothes, it will be cold.
Han Xiao, the owner of Huang Ju Branch, doesn't drink a glass of wine in his life.
Light cold shear and wind shear.
Outside the setting sun, there are many cold evils, and water bypasses the lonely village.
Poets who explore Mei are more interested, so they rush to.
Cold wave light, Bai Niao leisurely.
On cold nights, guests come to tea as wine.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. Lonely sandbars are very cold.
The waterfall in front of the window is cold, and the sunset outside the forest is thin.
Cold fleas hang in misery, watching the lights distinguish the lonely screen.
Western jackdaw in the west of magpie is noisy in the fields at night, and smoke rises from huts in front of the mountain.
Insects are singing in autumn by the golden well, and the frost is bleak and cold.
Both hot and cold have metabolism, and that's human nature.
Restrain the cold plum trees from owning less, and the buds of human wax grass grow longer.
Far away, the stone road is oblique, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng.
His lonely path is closed by dense Woods, and his empty window faces the distant cold mountain.
In the slight cold season, peony blooms, and the leaves are green and plum blossoms are seen.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof are thick with morning frost, who is cold and jade?
The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind moves the guests on the river.