The first snow in Shen Jia, the winter moon in Shen Jia, and the yellow land in Qin. The wind blows heavy ink clouds, and Ye Fei's bones are cold. People worry about the sky and it will be crazy at night. The dog curled up in the corner and the child sat by the fire. The wind outside the wall stayed a little longer, and the words in the room were long: "There will be more rain and snow this winter and less famine next year." I just saw the feathers flying in the wind and listened to the snow dancing. The window light curled up and the roadside was bright. Blow the empty tree on purpose and land silently on the low wall. The posture deceives the girl, and the gait strives for the autumn mother. The silver butterfly exhibition is fascinating and the jade star shines. Like a beautiful woman's dream, even like laurel cream. I was shy just now, and I went crazy in an instant. No matter where you fall, you are always busy. But if you want to be violent, how can you play the role of Liang Shu? Hunting surprises the soul, and it plays a violent role. It will freeze the world and it will be very cold. Close the window and fall asleep. It will be sunny tomorrow, but Pak Lei was fragrant last night. Sanqin was dressed in a plain clothes, wrapped in white. Yuanling ice steamed stuffed bun, high branch wax plastic sausage. Ridges turn over snow waves, Weihe pearls. Passers-by are still alive, and rivers and bridges are hidden. Take advantage of the compact pace at the edge of the forest: snow chips enter clothes to cool down. Eyes are boundless, bones are boundless. Relive the new rice wine and lean on the old porch again. The small courtyard is covered with immortals, and the new cotton covers the tile house. The eaves are cold and the children outside the wall are busy. The snow battle flew into the sky, and the sound was shocking. Hanwa piles rafters, smiling at the warm winter day. I like watching people wield brooms, and I deeply hope that I can be happy at the age of 20. Guizhou's foolish thinking is prosperous, and ice and snow brew nectar. The world is big, the gas of Guanzhong. Poetry is difficult to express, but I hope the country will prosper.
Skiing has no chill of getting up early, only whiteness. People walk in the ice world, snow sculpture Yuxuan Gallery. Walk slowly, skate fast and skate long. Fatong retreated behind him and Yindie stood in front of him. Dance around your waist and shout into your ear. Lean forward to keep steady and open your arms to keep normal. Enough to send people away, my heart is crazy with age. The wind blows my eyebrows and I smile around the wind. Yesterday's dream was green, but now it is slippery. If spring comes suddenly, there is no need to measure the road.
Singing ice plum instead of playing earthly songs is not a secular flower. Brushing the ice heart is not cold, and washing the snow bones is boring. The shadows are moving and flying, and the branches are drunk with the sunset glow. Because of the loneliness in spring, a smile attracts a thousand dollars. The mist rises lightly in the morning, and the hidden trees in the mountains are blurred. The universe is idle, and the building is light. The bride is shy and timid. She fell in love with Yiyi. However, I was afraid that Xia Guang would arrive early.
Before the eaves hung with ice, the water was bright and crystal clear, and the dream was pitiful. Will it be cold in winter? A captivating smile is gloomy
Snow in the window, broken jade in the winter wind scattered on the windowsill, and raised a glass with the dream ecstasy night. Snow marries a man with a red note, and the heart is a witness pen.
Drinking Melissa Zhou prefers purity to China, and lightly moving small steps to wild people. Three plum trees beside the fence began to blossom, and a cup of tea was fragrant in the curtain.
Advise Xueben to be pure and quiet. Only Shan Ye should play ethereal. When people are crowded, you can't rest, and you can't bear to listen to the footbath.
Learning to think about Lingtai doesn't bother you, but learning from Yaochi is clean. Wash away the glitz and leave the heroic, let Bing Xin be judged every day.
Cape Xue Mei has not been opened for a long time, and people doubt whether it is suitable for planting. Push the window and ask the branch red? The snow is long and fragrant.
Night snow
At the beginning of the wild dusk, snow flies and mountains and rivers dye birds. Dai Yinyu, the sky loses its sound, the color is full of light, and the night is like light. Cold covers loyalty, treachery hides good and evil, and cold invades music and distinguishes obedience. In the middle of the night, the glass is white and everything is fat.
Clear snow
One night, Qiong Yao began to live in the dawn, and Qianshan praised Gan Kun with jade. Immersed in ice, the sun is not warm, and flying debris is not muddy. Dream into a poem about catkins, soft-hearted, looking for spring dolphins. Children know the feeling of winter best, and they can't stand the cold until they faint.
Winter nights are full of diseases, and I am busy all day, and my body is sick and tired. Often sigh when you are tired, and be sentimental when you are sick. There is no poem at the bottom of the pen, and there are tears and dreams. The winter wind misunderstood the eyebrows and sent the ice moths to dance in the snow at night.
When the snow falls, Yingchun bravely dances with cold snow, and regrets the old age without trace. Flowers bloom in six corners to find spring, and the pen goes to dream for three nights. I cherish cold leaves with lofty ideals, and you write loyal souls with white. I am willing to listen to firecrackers to distinguish the old from the new, and I am willing to cooperate with Xie Mei Xu Zhongkun.
At the end of winter, the spirit of winter faded quietly, and I saw Levin's warm branches. Depressed mood goes by like water, and light footsteps chase like clouds. From a distance, the snow will disappear, and from a close distance, the bank is green. If you take my cup, you must drink it. Don't wait until spring to hold a party.
Shen Jia felt that time flies and moved again, leaving the barrel handle to pass. I am often ashamed that I don't have wings, but I am glad that I have sung poems. I'm disappointed that flying bear went fishing straight and the sunset was annoying. The chest tower is fearless and helpless, and the tree fly is on the shoulder.
Shen Jia turned around, tossing and turning for a while sleepless wine, cold star didn't hold Yi Chunqiu. The wolf smoke interrupts the dream of peace, and the tsunami overturns the boat of fortune. It's packed here, and the cold people are crying and flying directly to Zhang Yi. The wind blows far away, but it leaves the truth behind.