The cold pond falls in the shadow of the mountain. I want to answer the woodcutter's song.
No plum blossoms, just like poetry.
The frost blows off the hat and should be sighed.
2, the journey of winter snow [Song] Wang Yan held the exhibition without sleeping, and he knew more about the cold.
The horn didn't move, the paper window was white, and Zi Cao reported my snow cover.
Jade princess cut water out of heaven, flying flowers for beauty.
Zhumen nobles smiled at him and saw the white harvest at a glance.
Jin Piao Yu Jue mixed vegetables and bamboo shoots, drank ice and boiled new tea.
There is a red unicorn in the embroidered clothes, which is colder than spring.
It's a pity for a small family in the backcountry. There is no smoke in the clothes.
When Jiangtou Tianjin officials come to report every day, there are often no rice boats upstream.
The county magistrate wants a hundred thousand people to welcome him, and the stars in the sky move fast.
Last autumn was dry and stale, and this autumn's mature rice is like jade.
I hope the hibiscus branches are red and the sun hub comes from the east.
This year's winter snow has won, and people in Chun Xue will be even hungrier next year.
The nine passes are guarded by tigers and leopards, so you dare not talk empty words.
3. Winter snow trip [Song] is stronger than youth, and I prefer Zhu Feixue.
In front of the door, the jade dust is thick and the fangs are broken.
I've been here for several years, and I'm worried before I see the snow.
Sick skin is lazy to go out, and the robe is full of red stoves.
I wonder if the igloo can still sit still after 10 years.
The bunk bed didn't sleep all day, and then it opened its frozen mouth while singing.
It is not easy to talk about the mighty age of Hong Tao.
Everything in the world is upside down and the snow is empty.
4, winter solstice snow [tomorrow] Hurricane Li Wei blows snow like a cloud, falling from the sky and fluttering everywhere.
Fill the world like a sea of silver, and look up to Wan Li without fiber.
My home is in Nanyue, and it doesn't snow in poor winter.
When you are away from the clock, all kinds of Yan Yan are always happy.
Last year, he resigned from home and came to Dijing. The ship temporarily anchored at Xunyang City.
There are thousands of miles in the sky, and the Qionglou Yuyu Hun Peng Ying.
Thousands of trees and plum blossoms are the same color, and the fragrance disappears.
The donkey strode towards the cloud screen, and the cold light shone into the cracks in the rock.
The five old peaks look at their hometown, and the lonely river in the south is long.
Elegy generously descended the mountain, and the destroyer Xuefeng blew the levy.
This year, the three seas will be explored eastward, and the postal road will run for half a year.
I saw snow flying all over the sky, and the personnel changed.
Wei Yan's bones died of cold, and his car destroyed an ox and died.
The secluded places in the north are cold, and the south struggles like spring.
Alas, I left Wan Li for the south, and I will go home by wind sooner or later.
There is no need for snow and frost here, and it is four hours in the spring breeze.