Drop,
Drop,
Winter snow falls gently on the branches,
The winter rain glided gently across the eaves.
In this silent midnight,
There are intoxicating sounds of nature,
I can't bear to sleep,
Don't give up your dream.
Hazy eyes through the hazy glass window,
Misty rain accompanied by misty snowflakes,
Dancing under the foggy street lights,
Embrace the earth quietly under the dim headlights.
Staying alone in the room with clothes on,
There is an inexplicable passion in my heart.
I really want to ~
I really want to melt into this rainy and snowy night.
So it's blowing in the wind,
Don't stay,
Without direction,
Forever ~
Grandpa Dong is a magician.
He asked me what I wanted to be.
I want to be a snowflake,
Dancing in the arms of the wind.
I want to be a plum blossom,
Add a beauty to winter.
I want to be a snowman,
Play with the children.
I want to be a cotton-padded jacket,
Give people some warmth.
Finally, I want to be a pen,
Full of poems praising winter.
Unknown maze
Take the autumn scenery away.
Leave this song in the past.
No more ripples
Your season
With the memory in my hand
Recall, forget
But it doesn't shrink. It's a little haggard.
It began to snow outside the house.
The owner of Furong Mountain in every snow "Don Liu Changqing"
Sunset in the distance,
The weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking,
The snowstorm came again at night.
3. "Looking at the Snow Peak in Central South" Tang
See how Zhongnanshan takes off,
The white top is covered with floating clouds.
The warm sky at the snow line,
And the towns in the valley are getting colder and colder.
4. Jiang Xue Liu Tang General Hospital
There are no birds in the mountains,
A thousand roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
5, "A suggestion for a friend Liu" Tang Bai Juyi
There is a ray of green in the old bottle.
There is a hint of red in the quiet stove.
There is a feeling of snow in the dusk outside.
How about a glass of wine inside? .
6, "Plum Blossom" Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner.
Ling cold drives alone.
Distant knowledge is not snow,
Because of the faint fragrance.
The lush leaves are gone,
The waves of passion are not there,
It's hard to find windy and crisp air.
The wind stopped.
The last dying leaf stopped at the top of the tree.
The fog in front of me is very cold.
The sun tried to disperse the dark clouds.
But too lazy to work,
A few rays of sunshine perfunctory.
Although there is temperature, it is daunting-
It shattered the last hope.
It's always cold in winter.
The law of this trade-off has been confirmed here and here.
The sun went down.
Fog, dark, gloomy came up.
It erodes every organic cell in space.
The wind doesn't like all this.
A roar, strong winds and waves, mountain sneaking,
Instead of taking everything, I left it piece by piece.
In winter, the only peace,
It's broken too.
Everything, because it's winter,
Yesterday's dense fog created today's confusion.
All the confusion completed today's dense fog.
Winter is a mystery,
The dense fog lost the road.
I lost my way and caught my heart.