1, the lonely boat at night is moored by Dongting Lake, and the lights reflect the passenger ship. The old plum blossom slices are blown away by the north wind, pushing away the canopy and snow all over the sky. Poets fight with snow, snowflakes fight with the wind, poems fight with snow, and smiles naturally.
2, leisurely and embarrassed, make a faint appearance, rustling outside the window in the middle of the night, mostly on the plum-edged bamboo. Zhu Lou opened the curtain for Lian Xiao, and six flowers flew, but the smoke from the chimney filled with gold hairpin.
3, break the pond and wash the fertilizer, get up early and sing poetry, where to find beauty, weeping willows and rustling silk. Silver spoon algae well, pink fragrant plum garden, ten thousand tiles of jade are uneven, a happy word, as rich as a prince.
4. The monk's tea is wet, and the wine in the pavilion is weak. When the river reached Kanhua in the evening, the fisherman came back with a clean coat.
5, flying in the sky, after all, love is thin. Also cross, Yulong returns, and thousands of flowers shake down. Clouds break through the top of the forest and add a far hole, and the moon is near the corner, remembering that the young horse took the Han road to raise the East Guo. Singing frozen geese and mocking hungry magpies, people are old and happy yesterday, and they are full of Qiong Yao and repay you. I like being fascinated by distance, but I'm still far from it. I will stay after making tea and Yangzhou crane, waiting for the lamb and drinking.
6, the night wine is exhausted, the window is full of flying snow, proudly coming to North Maduo, singing the south wind to death. Overseas, there are no miracles, but in middle school, there is only Lu Kuisheng. I don't know when the ice will freeze, but when I see plum blossoms, my eyes are bright.
7, snow thousands of miles, suddenly dragon sand, scattered from the clouds, because of the wind roll back. Grass is like a butterfly, and trees are like flying flowers. If you give it to a runaway, it will be replaced by Hua Yao.
8. Before the east wind started, the flowers fell and the fine dust disappeared, the clouds were steep and wet, and Mei Qing was washed at first sight. Catch a roll of sorrow, the rainbow is cold and floating, the sea is bright, the boat is lazy behind closed doors, and the guest thinks lightly of gulls. Wen Chun several times, advocating red and green, ethereal and charming sunshine, looking at the true colors, a thousand rocks are one element, and the sky is ruthless. Wake up and open again. Xiaofeng clears the jade hook curtain, helps each other and gets drunk. On the platform of the king, she reaches the highest level.
9. The plum blossom looks like its true face, leaving me leaning on the railing. It's snowy and sunny, with a loose waist and fine jade, and cold eyes in spring. The rise and fall of resentment, a mountain of loess, eternal green hills, the old monk drunk, the remnant monument rested, the sword was ashamed to see.
10, countless saddles. Ghosts are far away from trees, and chaotic mountains overlap and are difficult to distinguish, like five miles of smoke and clouds. Deep in the blue window. Wet flowers and light floc, at that time, leisurely and pitiful, yes, fragrant help.