It's the west window. It's cold at night.
Jade people sleep in the clouds,
Powder eliminates fragrance, dispelling wind and being naive.
People are not as long as themselves,
A broken mirror and a dusty kite, a dream became thin after many years.
Tonight, the curtain shines,
Empty pillow tears alone sad.
The more plums there are, the less cold they are.
Clear ice, thin cage and blue water.
Warm apricot tips are red,
Gossamer is crazy about the wind.
The leisurely pace is beautiful, and the distant dreams are still cherished.
I finally got rid of hatred and ushered in spring.
Buzoz Yongmei Mao Zedong
Wind and rain send spring home,
Flying snow welcomes the spring.
It's already a cliff full of ice,
There are still beautiful flowers.
Joe doesn't fight for spring,
Only spring.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
She laughed in the bushes.