1. Don't blame the rainbow for having no shadow. It is snowing now. Yin and yang go hand in hand, cold and summer go hand in hand. The moon is full, and the long wind is surrounded by branches. Hengqin is frowning at lu.
2. "I occasionally see a long calendar in the rain in Banan County. There is light snow in the sky, and there are previous years in every year. " It fell into the clouds, and Wang Zheng was a light snow. Think of the purple stranger in the morning, once sprinkled Zhu Lun. The gas is vigorous, the wind is strict and the air leaks. Dark flying golden horse battle, cold dancing jade Beijing dust. In the corner parallel to the constitution, Longchi is close to the minister. Jolie Ning Ruicai, Huayin, Hanging Garden Network. ?
3. "Second Rhyme Uncle Xiaoxue II" Xiaoxue is still frozen at night, and Furong has slept in the pillow window. However, I like the back of Shaoling, and I'm not worried about the empty cylinders in Beihai. When does the dolphin's hoof wish a good year? The thin and boring talk is boring. Try to walk by the lake and look at Song Shaoshao, just like a pile of rivers.
4. "light snow" is scattered in the evil wind, and the horizon is too close. I haven't got it yet. I can leave the stone for the time being. The pavilion is quiet, lingering and the journey is long. In the north of Kongtong Mountain, I have long wanted to make a hill out of jade.
5. The title "Fan Kuanli's Little Snow Mountain Map" was covered with snow, and it was not in the savage period after ten days. Donkeys borrow like oxen, afraid they can't ride a mountain bridge.
6. "Re-rhyme the light snow, farewell, farewell to the poet's side." The poet's side urged the song and dance to drown out the fragrant spring. It's no use laughing at the sun, Zhang dares to pass it on. Still give up the words of the book and the silver pen, and today it is still the jade pot fairy. Houshan was lucky enough to be a public guest and sent the old year away.
7. "Xiaoxue" never tires of seeing the snow and the wind, and is more afraid of covering the sky. The sad man is under the book window, and the cold is flying.