The early winter in Shan Ye is desolate, and it snows in the morning.
Forsythia grows luxuriantly on the roadside, and the pine trees in front of the slope are put on Joan's clothes.
The bagpipes hanging on the eaves are short, and the winter dream of Yanxia Mountain is long.
Write a poem for the time being, and sell wine and draw plum blossoms when you have nothing to do.
Looking at the snow curtain in the middle of the night, the north wind fell and knocked on Chai Men.
Listen to the snow flowing in the river from a distance, and watch the night enter the clouds from a distance.
White patches have fallen, driving away the cold and forgetting that spring is far away.
Standing on the side of the road, the lights are brilliant, and the soft light is three feet away from the silver.
Suddenly, the snow climbed into my neck and made my mind melt quickly.
Go back to the house to make tea, Ling Yunzhi, climb the mountain, and wait until the snow clears.
Listen to the wind and watch the snow wine enter the lips, and push the cup for Fu Qiong to drink.
Tell me about the brothers in the north and who is the bosom friend.
It is rare to be confused and rational, half dreaming and half waking.
The wine is cold and warm, and it is nonsense.
Five-character snow scene
There is snow at night and beautiful scenery in the morning.
Run the manuscript to the countryside and express your thoughts with a pen.
Suddenly someone asked me to sweep the snow together.
The people in party member are excited.
Looking at the top of the mountain from a distance, it is pine and misty.
Sweep the broom to clear the roadside, and the snow will fall.
Sweep the way home, the mountains and rivers are accompanied by clear sounds.
Take a picture of the scenery and enjoy the beautiful scenery with you.
The old tree is vigorous and bent down.
The snow and ice are proud, and the branches dance and the north wind invades.
Fallen leaves enrich homes, and dead branches warm wages.
Stay in spring, beautiful and dry.