Xue qijue
Thousands of miles of sea of clouds, crystal clear, stunned Leng Yue.
They all bid farewell to the rain in Nanshan and marry far away in northern Xinjiang.
Langtaosha Xueyun
The clouds are drunk, the snow is fragrant, and the sky is exhausted. Liu changed her past and present clothes.
Or Donglang advised Yan to go, and loved plum cream best.
Stone path around the pond, no red wall. Wisteria winds along the corridor.
Oh, I made a feather tent in front of my hand window and covered it with sunset.
Picking mulberry seeds and overlooking the Wan Li boat.
Winter clothes hang across thousands of miles of snow, and the fragrance carries Tianshan Mountain, which is fragrant all over the world, and it is always wrapped in high winds and not cold.
Double oars cross the moon for a banquet in Yaochi, the palace is lighted and the smoke is faint, and the Wan Li boat looks at the sea seal from a distance.
Linjiang xianmao club will rest from the sky first.
At the beginning of the thatched cottage, whispers was resting, and the green yarn was rolling in the breeze.
The sound of bamboo tapped on the window lattice. The branches are cold, and ice lamps are hung under the eaves.
Snow covers the old well of the stone platform, and the setting sun leans against the screen.
The old friend has gone to the museum, holding the bottle but not seeing the moon, and reciting the ancient and modern feelings alone.
Drunk flowers, a night of snow and frost and white catkins
A night of snow and frost, white catkins, and pear flowers with dancing sleeves.
Three or five birds are ploughing the fields, chirping and whispering, all of which are the songs of spring.
The bamboo fence at the east window is still lush, moist and green.
I only saw a few plums, leaning alone on the stone platform, whispering to pedestrians.
Konakayama night dyed cold window birds don't smell.
Birds that catch cold windows at night can't smell them. It is difficult to lock the mark with a low eyebrow, which is overcast.
Pour the green wine into the cup and turn it into dry Kun. Vaguely, I lean on the moon Kunlun.
The candle lit up the smoke. In the old days, my eyes floated and my thoughts sank.
Look at the chaos in Pingchuan. Who knows? Where to wash the red dust.
Tafloxacin Yaoxian Yin Hua Xiang Silk
Light fog and thin clouds, deep bamboo corridors and wisteria surround the bustling old streets.
I don't think about grass, I just look at the bright moon and the fragrance of childhood.
Sparrows hedge, the wind lifts their forehead, and dreams also urge thousands of willows.
Yingying Leng Xue returned to Hong after the break, and the Yao string was hidden.
A plum, a snowy branch and a pine tree.
The branches in the snow are old, the mountains are beautiful and hazy, and the clouds are beautiful and exquisite.
The setting sun reflected the sky slightly, dyed red Changhong, drunk in the dead of winter.
Where is the plum dew? There is a breeze all the way, and there are fragrant bushes on both sides.
Hakka people are full of ancient and modern feelings, and the wine is full of cups and bows, and the copper cups are sprinkled.
Qian Qiu Sui Pan Chun Gui
In the long deep winter, the leaves are empty. Go back to the geese and leave.
A person, thinking about old dreams, is also full of frost and wine. It's gone, and the clouds once surrounded the weeping willows.
Tired of the north wind solo, the string is chaotic, and no one reads it. Looking for an old friend, I don't know where.
When mountains and rivers are green, there are thousands of faces. Only in this way can we show that spring is soft, willows are beautiful and sleeves are wide.
Qin Yi, the north wind is blowing branches and leaves.
Xiao Yan has fallen, and the dark clouds are still singing the snow in Tianshan Mountain.
The snow in Tianshan Mountain depends on obstacles, listening to the floor and the moon.
The north wind blows the branches and leaves, and the high platform breaks the shadow and leaves the palace.
Never leave the palace, the ancient road of Huangsha, and bury the knot.
Nian Nujiao Lin Lou Dong Yin
Winter is endless, and I don't know where the geese are.
It's even sadder when the clouds and flowers are gone.
The cold lake is cold, with a little gravel and no pity for people.
Sail alone, the north wind crosses far.
I still remember the past. I stayed alone in the mountains and knew who I was with.
I have been talking and laughing all my life.
Drink rosin in the morning, pour stars and moons at dusk and caress catkins.
Get up late and watch the sunset drunk in the mountains.
Gu Gu Tian Rui Xue
Fairy gossamer dancing jade silk, crossing the silver boat in the vast waves.
The angle of the bucket nebula hangs down to the sky, and the moon tower is empty.
We all leave each other, have the same feelings, and dream of returning to the earth to be soft.
In order to welcome Liu Yang and Chun Lv, I would like to clear the sea.
Speak slowly and listen to the snow.
Stars and dots, silent, lingering and endless.
The winter clothes are wrapped all around and the wind is urgent.
There is smoke in front of the stone, and I want to wear clouds for a long time.
Burying fallen leaves and complaining about yellow mud all ended their minds.
The snow in the green pool is still shallow, there is no shore, and the sound is almost empty.
Broken words cry marks, eyes smell sadness and resentment.
It's hard to make a fuss, and no one locks their eyebrows.
Can only sigh, six petals of rain, how to send a piece.