Poetry of Tacheng's beautiful winter scenery

The sun sets.

curtain of night

The cold wind is blowing.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky

Naturally released.

Charming northland customs

A hundred miles of ice

A thousand leagues of spinning snow.

Stars in the sky

A Double look

Approaching slowly

The Red Buildings of Russian Manor

Midnight moon

Just climbed to the top of the mountain

pry into

Kazakh felt house

Street lamps on the street

Rush into the alley

Wait quietly

By the gate of Daur

Ancient branches

With a singing nightingale in her hand

Uygur girl

Dance lightly and gracefully

A breathing river

Exercise leisurely

The new moon in the mosque

Hang it to the end of going home

A galloping steed

Chasing the cold wind

Jianggeer hometown

Listen to the Mongols play.

Chicken crowing in the distance

Spread door to door.

Xibe elderly

Get up early for a walk

Push open the door of winter

White brightens the eyes.

Thick snow

Buried the world

Smoke from the kitchen

In the eager tide

Mobile snow blower

Rumble

The horse pulled the sleigh.

Strolling in Xue Hai

Shepherds and dogs

Walk hard

a red sun

Covering winter border cities

Hard-working people

Get out of the warm home

Sweep snow and clear roads.

Busy before busy after.

Ethnic/brightly colored clothes

Beautiful scenery