Author: Cui Daorong
At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.
There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.
If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.
Plum blossom/plum blossom
Author: Wang Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
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Liu Zongyuan's Early Plum
Early plum trees reflect Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white.
I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends?
2. Poems about Mei Author: Water Harbor carefully treasures the hope of a lifetime. Let every spring flower bloom, every summer month be bright and charming, and the stars are scarce. I looked at the people coming and going, indifferent to the years. Things have changed, and all the waiting without regrets have you and me. When you wander in autumn as scheduled, you come to the world with solemn mountains and rivers. I shook off a tree with a smile and turned hundreds of billions of vicissitudes. A greeting is everywhere. I came quietly, with a spring breeze, a trace of warmth and affection. I left quietly with people's admiration, with great longing for life, and with great attachment to mother earth. Maybe everyone appreciates the pride and purity of plum blossoms. Jackie, who knows her sadness? ? ? ? ? ? The flute fluttered gently. The mountain stream dances gently and softly with the footsteps of snowflakes, playing the zither without strings. The voice of nature flies into the flowers, like a quiet woman waiting in the snow dance. The petals are deep red. Spring is a bit like a dream. The falling flowers are lingering in a clear and pure kiss. Qianshan is full of water, and Qianshan is drunk. Among them, the flowers are happy. Red bamboo flute is as light as a dream. It is hard to find a bosom friend in the mountains, but I can't wake up.
I want to pick one and hide it in my heart, but I am afraid of ruining the picturesque scenery. In fact, plum blossoms also love spring scenery, just waiting for the bees to fall gently.
Touching stamens makes you more handsome, and pollen makes your cheeks blush. In spring, bees come to collect honey, but you wander silently.
Regret that I didn't pick it in my hand, leaving regret that it is hard to send. In fact, there are thousands of plum blossoms in Qian Qian, but I only love that one.
Even if the plum blossom is in front of my eyes, I have no heart to pick and pinch it. That tea-like nightmare passed through countless past events between my back and my head. Suddenly looking back, the rain is like tears, and my heart flows to March. I thought that the spring sun was like blood, I thought that spring flowers were like fire, and I thought that spring was as warm as plum blossoms in Chun Qing. So I turned my tearful face and looked into the distance. In the distance, you are drifting away like a dream, and the spring tide in January is red and dancing like tea. Slowly disappear! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Tidy up your feathers and decorate my face. You and I are not sincere and brave enough to make my dream smile so short. How can I be romantic in winter without you? Why are the years getting older and more mature? Why is life miserable and short? Why are tickets for happiness always so pitiful? You've been here, and I won't be lonely anymore. I hope my soul is the joke of early spring in your dream. Flower Rain Author: Wang Hongshan followed a wisp of fragrance to the plum blossom tree, looking for a long-lost jasmine tea lotus pond. There stood a slim woman with a plain face and a pipa in her hand. Isn't that plum blossom rain? I saw her looking thoughtfully into the distance. What is she doing? Who is she thinking about? Curl the grass into a ball; The earth is covered with a dusty coat.
I stand in the wind looking for, looking for the breath of plum blossoms. The leaves on the ground are yellow and black; There is a little frost; The north wind roared.
I stood in the clouds looking for the branches of plum blossoms. It is a place where water flows, and there was nothing in the past.
Several pure souls are communicating, communicating with each other's voices. That soul became my plum tree.
On snowy days, plum blossoms are in full bloom.
3. Poems about plum blossom 1, plum blossom/plum blossom
Author Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Vernacular translation:
Several plum blossoms in the corner are blooming alone in the cold.
Why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? Because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance.
2. "Xuemei No.1"
Author Lu Meipo, Song Dynasty.
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Vernacular translation:
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It is difficult for poets to write critical articles.
To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.
3. Peace and happiness in the snow year after year.
Author Li Qingzhao, Song Dynasty
In the heavy snow every year. I often indulge in plum blossoms. It's no good running out of plum blossoms. Win clothes and clear tears.
This year, the ends of the earth. Flowers grow on the temples. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Vernacular translation:
When I was a child, it snowed every year, and I was often addicted to the interest in plum blossom. Later, although Mei Zhi had it, she was not in a good mood to enjoy it. She just wiped it casually, but tears flowed all over her clothes.
When the plum blossom bloomed again this year, I lived alone in a very remote place, and my short and thin hair in my ears had turned gray. Looking at the blooming plum blossom blowing in the wind that night, it is probably hard to see its splendor.
4. Three Miscellaneous Poems (Part Two)
Author Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.
Did the plum blossom when you came to the carved window of my house?
Vernacular translation:
You have just come from our hometown, so you must know the way of the world in your hometown.
Did Chimonanthus praecox bloom in front of my carving window when you came?
5. Xue Mei II
Author Lu Meipo, Song Dynasty.
Plum without snow without spirit, snow without poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs.
Vernacular translation:
Only plum blossoms without snowflakes seem to have no spiritual temperament. It would be tacky if it snowed without a combination word. When I wrote this poem at sunset in winter evening, it just snowed again. Then look at the plum blossom snowflakes in full bloom, as gorgeous and vibrant as spring.
4. Ok, write 30 poems about plum blossoms. All the plum blossom poems of past dynasties were given to Ye Fan. In the southern dynasties, the land opened, and in the song dynasty, the plum blossoms were broken and sent to the leading people.
There is no better gift in Jiangnan, and flowers will send spring. Don and Xiaomei are in the garden on the mountain and stagger down to the small garden.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Cold birds want to fly, first glimpse plum blossoms; Butterflies will be enchanting if they know the beauty of plum blossoms.
Fortunately, there are micro songs to compare, and you don't need to be good at the golden urn. Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
It is not enough to know the snow from a distance, because it has a faint fragrance. Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming and betting on plum blossom poems lost a poem by Wang Anshi of Fahua, "Looking for Spring and Seeing Plum Blossoms", and there was a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post. Yimei and Li Shangyin live at the end of the world and don't want things to happen.
Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers. 1 1 Go to Fufeng in the middle of the month to see plum blossoms, Li Shangyin, graceful and untimely.
Chang 'e is accompanied by moonlight, looking indifferent; Blue jade girl is colder than frost. Empty hands full of plum blossoms, but I don't know where to send them; And plum blossom's sad parting happened to meet me, heartbroken.
Who is the morning show for? Don't wait to be the last word of Fang Meihua (one of them). Lu You heard that the plum blossom is cool and the snow drifts all over the four mountains. How can it be converted into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom and one tree fragrance?
Plum blossom quatrains (2) The valley is all north, and flowers bloom late every year. Do you know it's time to be covered with snow and ice?
Plum blossom quatrains (the third) The more awe-inspiring the snow is, the stronger the integrity between flowers is. Outdated will drift away, and shame will pity Dong Jun even more.
Mei Chu, thank you for welcoming the Spring, so I get up early and I am not afraid of the cold. I am afraid that after falling into the flowers, no one will look at it.
Du Fu's plum blossom in Jiangmeitang is broken before, and there are many plum blossoms after the year. I never know that spring is good, what is the most annoying thing? The snow trees are the same color, and the river wind is its own school.
I can't see my hometown, and the witch is gloomy and rugged. At the beginning of Mei Tang, ten thousand trees in Miracle were frozen to break, and the solitary roots were warm and lonely.
Snow covered the village. Last night, flowers were in full bloom in the snow. The breeze is blowing towards Mei, so it has no emotional appeal. Avon's clean posture makes the birds jumpy.
If you obey the law next year, it will first be reflected in Chuntai. Wei Zashi came from the old country. Tell me what happened there! .
Leaning against the window and opening the first cold flower tomorrow? ? Wei has seen the cold plum hair and heard the birds singing. Looking forward to spring grass, I am afraid of jade steps.
Don Li Shangyin settled in Tianya, and he didn't want things to happen. Cold plum is the most hateful. It looks like last year's flowers.
On the river, Mei Shi suddenly saw the cold plum tree and the blooming flowers on the Han River. I don't know if spring is early, but I suspect it's playing with pearls.
Tang Yuxi, sent by Ding Meiyong, often suffers from colds in early flowers, and his condition is complicated and miserable. What happened to you in spring? Yao Tao will smile, prostitutes will look back! When I asked Jinding, I knew it tasted bad.
It is difficult to draw a single plum blossom with snow in the early days of Tang Cui Daorong. There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.
Flute worries, oblique skill depends on disease. Against the wind, if solved, it is easy to destroy.
Plum blossom Tang Yuxin feels plum blossom fragrance in the twelfth lunar month. I don't believe that this year's Spring Festival Evening, everyone will come to see it.
The tree hangs on the ice, and the branches are cold. If I had known I couldn't find it, I really regretted the clothes list.
Looking for Plum Blossoms in the Snow Tang Xiaogang was absolutely surprised by the late arrival of Plum Blossoms. He tried to peep in the snow. The lower branches are visible, but the higher branches are hard to know.
Everyone is embarrassed to show their wrists and make way for each other. You must also learn two or three skills by cutting and confusing.
Plum Blossom Tang Jiang Han Wei Bai Yutang has a plum tree, and now it has several flowers. Several doors are closed, how can Chunguang come in? Plum blossom beam is thin, with small calyx and pearl color.
When a flower blooms, a hundred flowers bloom and the garden is full of spring. If you want to spread the message of spring, you are not afraid of snow burial.
In di, take three fang, Dong Jun is advocated. In winter, Zhang Songlei, an empty mountain, wanted to be old, but he came when he was old.
I am afraid of willows every year, and I am sad everywhere. Vegetables are short and red wax flowers.
How can there be ice and snow? The east wind returns day and night. Then with Yang, Meihua, Song, Su Shi, Mo v. Frost Morning, the white head is wasted day and night.
Cut a new flower, like waiting for the moon in the west wing. Give plum blossoms to Sushi Ridge in Song Mei, and the flowers will be white and pedestrians will not come.
Don't take advantage of the plum to taste the boiling wine, but watch the drizzle ripen the plum. Mo Zhu Meng Li, Qingjiang drunk ink, cold branches sparse frost.
Now it's black and white, so don't ask, make up for the world. Yang Bu's painting "Song Lou Diao Mei Hua" is often vivid with pen and ink, and Song's understanding of Mei Hua is more real.
Baihua and Huadu are friends, but I only saw these three people when it was cold. Xuemeilu Songmeipo has the spirit of plum without snow and the custom of snow without plum.
Sunset poems are snowy all day, and it smells good with Mei. Song, Song and Song refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet put down his manuscript fee to comment on this chapter.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. From Zhang Zhongmou's "Begging for Songs" to Huang Tingjian's "Wen Jun Si Hou Ye Mei Mao", the fragrant honey was dyed palace-style yellow.
I don't want to fold up to cover my old eyes. If you want to know the scenery in spring, go to the pond. Fishing, sleepy, Song Yang Wanli's small pavilion, the window half-closed, the door half-closed, fell asleep while reading.
Bored by plum blossoms for no reason, I deliberately blew incense to break my dreams. On a cold night, thunder comes to tea for wine, and on a cold night, the bamboo stove soup is boiled red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. Gu Xiaode made a frozen dumpling back when he was in danger, and coral branches hung cold on the bright moon in the sea.
Ugly monsters can be amazing and charming, and only Han Xiao knows that the soul is broken. A bottle of cold water in Zhangdaoqi, Song Mei, and a bottle of spring branches, the fragrance will not decrease.
No one has seen the bottom of the cross-inclined bamboo, and Wei Yun knows nothing about it. Hongmei Su Dongpo believes in Hongmei every year, and the river is hanging down.
Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, plum trees were tall and reflected Chu Tianbi.
The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to fold it and send it thousands of miles away, but there is no way to answer the question.
Seeing that the cold winter is about to wither, what can I use to comfort my distant friends? Newly planted plums Bai Juyi Seven newly planted plums are planted by the pool and want to see them when they bloom.
Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you. Mo Mei, a painter in Zhao Bingwen, doesn't make powder and fat noodles, but she is afraid that others will think I am straight.
We didn't know each other when we met. Xia Fu never cut a jade man. The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.
Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Plum Garden Wang Mian In March, the east wind blew away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan were green.
No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. "Yuan Yuanhuai" is a masterpiece of enjoying red berries in spring. Last night, the east wind turned to fight, and the willow head snowed away.
A tree in the morning, like countless apricots, opens on a small bridge and leads to this lonely village. It should be that the chemical industry is too thin, so the color will help the flowers.
Don't distinguish between green branches and leaves, it will win the championship among thousands of flowers. Recalling the Snow Portrait of the Immortal by Duan Keji in Meiyuan, I accompanied him to the West Lake this year.
There are few changes in the spring breeze, and the standard grid seems to be old now. Feng Zizhen, the West Lake Meiyuan, is surrounded by Yulin on the bank of Su Lao Dike, and Liuqiao Romantic Month is a bosom friend.
Let him compete for happiness, not prosperity. Feng Zizhen in Meiyuan, Yuanyang is as skillful as a flower, so it is better to take pictures by the cold pond.
I'm only worried about drawing a corner and blowing it away. The film is the most scattered.
5. Poems describing grief, I remember a relative crying at the beginning of January, and Shu Ran, the first adult in Qingzhou (remembering his dead father), missed the tears all night, and it would be fine at dawn.
Afraid of hurting my mother's feelings, I secretly flowed to the pillow. Tang-Li Yu-Mourning Poems (which both parents can remember) are hard to get rid of.
The rain is silent in late autumn, and anxiety makes the illness worse. Swallow the wind before thinking, blinding time.
The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home. Jiangchengzi: Su Shi (who lost his wife) lived in where will you go for ten years and never forgot it.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling. Li Siyuan Zhen (dead wife) used to be an ocean of water, and it will always be amber.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. Song Liqing took a photo (recalling her late husband Zhao Mingcheng) and started to fall asleep. I couldn't remember it.
The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute in Sanfang, plum heart-breaking, how much spring.
A small wind scattered rain and a thousand tears flowed, and the piper went to Yulou, and who was heartbroken! 10% off, no one will send it! Tomb-Sweeping Day's Mourning: "Tomb-Sweeping Day" During the Qingming Festival, there were many rains, and pedestrians on the road wanted to die. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
Cold food on the way met cold food immediately, and it was late spring on the way. Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal. In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
"Cold Food" The spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is slanting. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Mourning Poem: 1) A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine spirit. -Meng Haoran's "At a banquet at the home of Taoist Mei" 2) The old garden is heartbroken, and the wicker is new day and night.
-Song's "On the way to cold food, Huangmei posted a message to Cuirong in Linjiang" 3) Try to visit Guo in Wumen County, and there are new cigarettes in Qingming. -Zhang Ji's "Lumen is a thing" I lay on the bed in the forest, lamenting that spring has gone and spring has come, and lifting the curtain on the flower diameter.
-Meng Haoran's "At a banquet at the home of Taoist Mei" 5) The poor often have no fireworks, not just in the Ming Dynasty. -Meng Yunqing's "Cold Food" 6) No fire in the rain, freezing in the cold, sitting alone by the river.
-Wei's "Cold Food Send Brothers" 7 favors Liu Jiaohua's cold food and all kinds of annoying weather. -Li Qingzhao, "Niannujiao? Chun Qing (8) It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival.
-Zhang Yan, "The DPRK is wrong?" Tomb-Sweeping Day "9) Pear blossoms are cold food, only worrying about the festival. -Yang Wanli's Cold Food Tomb 10) The spring breeze is coming again, and the new building is old.
-Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb 1 1) The guests think like willows, and the spring breeze is thousands of miles. -Wang Anshi's "Cold Food in Chen Chen" 12) The wasp frequently pounced on the Xiang Qiu rope, and for a time, it was fragrant.
-Wu Wenying, "Is the wind loose? Listening to the wind and rain makes it clearer "13) Black magpies are noisy and faint trees, who will cry if it is cold tomorrow. -Bai Juyi's Cold Food Wild Hope 14) When there is not much cold food, sell peony from the beginning.
-Chao Chongzhi "Thanksgiving? There is not much cold food "15) Dream back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. -Li Qingzhao, "Huanxisha? 16) Tingxuan was lonely and near Qingming, with flowers and wine, and fell ill last year.
-Zhang Xian "Qing door lead? Spring thoughts 17) I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss overnight. -Wu Wenying, "Is the wind loose? Listen to the wind and rain, Tomb-Sweeping Day "18) There are mountains under the white sky, and there are no guests who don't miss home in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
-Gao Qi 19 "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival") Just after Tomb-Sweeping Day, it has gradually hurt the spring dusk. -Li Guan's "The Recent Spring Twilight" 20) Zhou Fang forgot to return to the green dusk, and the show was uncertain.
-Zhang Xian's Magnolia? Cold food in Xing Wu, Mao Yi (2 1) I can't hear the heavy crying in spring and the rustling rain when people go home. -Bai Juyi's "Cold Food Wild Hope" 22) Spring is clear and beautiful.
-Xin Qiji, "Feeling the Emperor's Grace? Chuzhou is a "ups and downs pear flower", with narrow curtains and clever small screens. -George, "Laurel Medal? The guest window is bright and clean "24) Three thousands of feet is sad, and fifty years of spring dreams are prosperous.
-George, "Laurel Medal? After a cold meal, the guest wakes up but feels anxious. -Su Shi, "Looking at Jiangnan? Transcendent Stage Works 26) Poor Jiang, born in Luoyang.
-Song Wenzhi's "Cold Food on the Way: Huangmei Linjiang Posting Cuirong" 27) Cold food at home, Chinese wine out of the blue. -Zhao Changqing "Linjiang Xian? Late spring "28) Wild pond flowers fall in a hurry, clear.
-Xin Qiji's "Nian Nujiao"? Shudong Village Wall (29) Go straight to the doctor! Can this bridge be out of danger? The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat. -Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb" 30) Silk scarves are fighting for snow, and the mirror beads are dying early.
-Wang Anshi's Cold Food in the Morning 3 1) Flowers bloom with grass and butterflies are flying. -Meng Haoran's "Qingming is a thing" 32) Smoke and water are sold at the beginning, and the east wind blows willows.
-Gong Dou's "Xiangyang Cold Food Send Yu Wenji" 33) A person walks up and down the cloister, listening to the stringed pipe and looking at the flowers in the dark. -Bai Juyi's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" 34) Pear blossoms reflect poplars, all of which are dead and alive.
-Bai Juyi's "Cold Food Wild Hope" 35) The tung flower is half an acre, quiet and rainy. -Zhou Bangyan "Cold Window? Cold food "36) spilled empty steps, midnight did not rest, people cut candles and talked at the west window.
-Zhou Bangyan "Cold Window? Cold food sad sentence 1, relatives went to visit immortals, but did not offer blessings to their children and grandchildren. Wandering thousands of miles away, how to think.
2. In a big world, I yearn for barren space most, go to the most desolate places and dream the best dreams. Then, disappear in a corner.
Revolutionary martyrs, you sacrificed for the benefit of the people. Your death is heavier than Mount Tai. You are with the green hills, and you will always be with the earth. You will always be a monument in our hearts.
4, year after year of Qingming, year after year of concern, missing again and again, remembering every minute. Never forget, never leave, leave, work hard and cherish for the people around you.
It has to be admitted that the fragility of life can't stand our repeated tests. Life or death may be predestined. The dead are like this, and the living are silent for this.
Silence is the greatest respect for the dead. 6. Do you remember the person you once liked, the fragments of that memory, laughter and sadness?
7. It rained nonstop that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day. That is the sky crying. That's when everyone missed the tears and approached the martyrs monument. We looked up-what we saw was not an ordinary scene. In the moonlight, we seem to see the eventful years.
6. A poem about femme fatale, femme fatale-Deng
Beauty is not a disaster, but also a pity. A thousand troubles cause trouble, all because of dust.
1. The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, looking for it and never finding it.
2. When it comes to beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.
It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.
3. Beauty, Yang Guifei, Zhao Jun, and beauty Diao Chan.
Who knows that beauty is a disaster?
The 28th beauty looks pretty, with swords around her waist.
Although no one lost his head, the bone marrow of the dark king dried up.
Laughter pours people into the city, and then laughter pours people into the country.
7. Anger at the crown is a kind of beauty.
8. Fu Cha, the prince of Wu, broke ground, and seduction was the culprit.
Without this woman's help, Gou Jian would have lived in vain.
9. Mizhi The Story Of Diu Sim is cold and green. A woman and two men were destroyed.
Fang Tianji hung high above the city, and the famous Colt Red Rabbit had tears in his eyes.
10. Ming Taizu lost the prosperity of Kaiyuan only because of Yuhuan fertilizer.
On this side of the Qing Dynasty, the rebellion of An Shi and the song of everlasting regret became empty and haggard.
1 1. The essence of Wang's fake marriage is a honey trap.
Since then, westerners have been lazy to move eastward, and disasters have led to the top of the border.
12. Yuanyuan is infatuated, and the Great Wall is in danger.
The daughter wins the beauty's smile, and the bonfire plays a role in singing the praises of sin.
13. The wine pool is full of meat, and da ji is charming, Wudang Road.
And the green river, known as the Red Guards of disaster.
14. Speaking of beauty, it is hard to meet, and you are invited to get drunk alone.
It turns out that the country has broken its dreams and beauty is a disaster.
7. The poem about plum blossom in "Walking on Thin Ice" Snowflake Plum Blossom: It's getting dark.
The sun is resting.
See the shining stars in the distant night sky.
Dreaming that you and my sky are flying freely.
Sing with me and sit on the curved moon.
Autumn has passed.
Winter is coming.
Look at the branches and leaves of plum blossoms
Scattered in front of my eyes
Starry night can't touch your face.
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I can't stop.
Snowflakes and red berries float in the air.
Your concern always touches me.
Thinking of your tenderness is as red as a flower.
Actually, I'm afraid of Leng Xue's sting.
Snowflakes and red berries float and freeze at night.
Candlelight lit up my dream.
The north wind blows and blows, slowly shedding tears.
I can only miss it and let love drift with the wind.
Never come back
Autumn has passed.
Winter is coming.
Look at the branches and leaves of plum blossoms
Scattered in front of my eyes
Starry night can't touch your face.
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I can't stop.
Snowflakes and red berries float in the air.
Your concern always touches me.
Thinking of your tenderness is as red as a flower.
Actually, I'm afraid of Leng Xue's sting.
Snowflakes and red berries float and freeze at night.
Candlelight lit up my dream.
The north wind blows and blows, slowly shedding tears.
I can only miss it and let love drift with the wind.
Never come back (that's it)