See the south snow in the rain in Chang 'an in winter.
Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
The autumn festival is new and the rain is thin.
Xi-feng felt a little, but the residual drops were still there.
Gas invaded the waterfall water, freezing the Baiyun Cave.
Today, geese are flying and it is raining at dusk.
People who miss the stone house don't close the snow door.
"Agnes directly explained that Huang Meiyu in Chiba remembered the winter moon in Sichuan and traveled on the river."
Song Dynasty: Fan Zuyu
The fragrance on the river comes from the water, and there is no snow in the forest.
Chun Han suddenly recalled climbing the mountain and found that Taniguchi Cloud was still a dream.
Winter moon ci
Yuan Dynasty: Zheng Kui's wife
The camellias spit before they bloom, and the wind curtain dances with the snowflakes.
The golden plate is cold and plastic, and the embroidered curtain surrounds the parrot in spring.
A thousand people brush their eyebrows, and the fat and water coagulate cold later than the face.
After putting on makeup, she looked up and looked at the mirror again. Impatiens pressed Daphne branches obliquely.
"Qinyuan Spring, four nights early in mid-winter, plum blossoms in a small garden, snow and moon show, and the wind is beautiful."
Qing Dynasty: Zengxiang Fan
The eaves are snowy and sunny, the plum blossoms are cold, and the crescent moon is charming.
Think of snow as a romantic friend, plum as a fragrant friend, and moon as a clear friend, and have fun with me.
Snow is plum blossom. Although white is not as good as mine, I am still jealous of Iraq.
Chang 'e smiled, and Zheng Mo drew spring eyebrows.
In 35 yuan. The satisfaction of looking in the mirror.
In the snow in Liangyuan, the Jade Rabbit was brought back, and the Lou Dong robbery awakened Mei Fei.
Graceful and elegant, lonely, my sister doesn't advocate who will treat me.
Mei and Xue are willing to live in harmony with Yuefu.
Ding's Fifteen Books and Sixteen Poems and Plum Shadows in Winter Scene
Yuan Dynasty: Julia
Sparse flowers and cold flowers reflect the book window to seduce butterfly dreams.
Even after the spring breeze blows away, I still write with Shuang Yue.