Cordyceps sinensis sounds bitter in autumn, and it is difficult to understand people's sadness.
I am an old man who is not afraid to listen. A teenager should not listen to Bai Juntou.
Jia Dao gives people away on winter nights.
Pingming went to the village bridge, but the snow in Meixi did not disappear.
The days are short, the weather is cold, and Chushan is infinitely far away.
Wei Zhuang winter night
The wine in the cold stove is half gone, and the guest's homesickness is far away.
No one sharpened my sword for me to cut off an inch of sorrow.
Dumuchu winter night drink
I am like Ji An, the governor of Huaiyang County, who is often ill. I have a glass of wine to relieve my sorrow. When I am in a foreign land, I only bring first frost with the sleeves of the Qing Dynasty, oil lamps and candles.
The snow on the steps is like a bunch of white pears. Who will be on the fence next year?