Xue Rui was borrowed from a merchant in the Qing Dynasty.
Xue Rui walks slowly, and the scenery is boundless.
I hope you can treat each other for a long time in winter and have a happy night.
Blurred sad grass buries white awns, thin shadows and dead branches waste.
The sunrise, wrapped in red makeup, came to the world peacefully.
? First Snow Zhang Phantom
The deserted forest was silent and there were few pedestrians on the road.
Gan Kun enjoyed himself alone, and the autumn pupil looked forward to dancing back to the air.
Nakako in the forest in the snow
In the winter dream, Yuan Ye is silent, with cedars.
Cheering, the sky is falling, and the snow is silent.
? "He @ Zhang Huanying" and Lending Merchants
The first snow falls silently, stealing its own scenery to enjoy Joan.
The sky is full of joy, and a poem sings the north wind.
Wen Jian in the snow in the mountain villa
Birds are silent, and jade scales fly into the pupils.
Tian Weng wiped his towel and looked ahead, wrapped in a secluded path and went out of the village.
The children's playroom is full of beautiful women, but it is difficult for the old people to feed the birds.
On the steps, the yellow dog stretches, and in the quiet poor house, it is happy.
The first snow: Zhijing
The sky is raining and the dusk is gray, and the mountains and rivers wear plain clothes.
Autumn leaves have gone without a trace. When shall I enjoy Mei Xiang with you?
"Snowflakes" and Merchants Borrowed from Qing Dynasty
Nine flowers dance in the north wind, and jade dragons fight in a day.
Cover the mountains and rivers with floating flocs, and the ground is silent and light.
"Snowflakes" and Merchants Borrowed from Qing Dynasty
Thousands of flowers dance in the north wind, and the cold clouds.
Fine jade hands caress people's faces, and there are tears under the eaves in spring.
? Wen Jian in the snow
Red flowers welcome the new moon, snowflakes float, and silver wraps kunjiao.
There is no passenger ship crossing the Hanjiang River, and Brewmaster in Qidian is alone.
? "Snow" and Borrowing Merchants
I just left for the wild goose and saw snowflakes floating.
Time is pressing, and the Spring Festival is coming soon.
Beginning of winter's trip to the Yellow River in Wen Jian the day before.
Autumn leaves fall in distant mountains, and clouds grow near Dongshan.
The winter festival has begun, and the snow companions are leaving.
According to the appearance of this small village, the Yellow River Mausoleum has been handed over.
Thoughts drift thousands of miles, waking up the sound of cattle and sheep.
"My Sense" and Borrowing Qing Merchants
What is life like? It should be the red claw that left the snow mud.
There are clear shadows all the way, the weather is warm and the snow melts without a trace.
"I feel" Wen Jian
Frozen clouds press the branches loose and straight, and snow covers the seedlings and wheat is stupid.
It was freezing in the north, and Ogilvy vomited at the right time.
Thanks to the picture of the poet friend Zhijing, a quiet and far-reaching person!