Nalanxing's poems on virtue

Sauvignon Blanc, a mountaineering trip

[Qing]? Nalanxingde

Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey.

Walking towards Guan Yu, there are thousands of lights at night.

Once the wind changes, so does the snow.

I never dreamed of breaking my hometown, so there is no such sound in my hometown.

Master Bodhisattva, the north wind blew away the snow for three nights.

[Qing]? Nalanxingde

The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit. Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.

Liu Han, Linjiang County

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.