What I saw was not Yang, but Gui.
There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white.
I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window lit up again.
Qian Shan is still green with frosty leaves, and it is white and blue all night.
Li Shimin's ode to snow
Ye Jie is condensed with the morning glow, and her clothes are filled with the morning glow. Branches are divided into trees and jade, and spring waves reflect. The color is sprinkled with makeup powder, and the flowers are floating in the clothes. When they enter the fan, they leave the box and light the machine.