[Song] Ge
After a night's sleep, the cold sound is sparse.
The clouds are falling and the snow is stirring them.
Gradually, the letters are gray and the catkins are thin.
The window hit the paper obliquely, and the old tree skillfully packed the strips.
Fall collar screen cold bun, Ling Bo sprinkled green yarn.
The wind is crazy at first, and the rain is getting thinner.
When drinking wine, you should worry about freezing, but when you feel in a melting pot, it will easily disappear.
Komori, with great momentum, swayed Lu Qiyao.
A cold man still catches fish, but a mountain fan stops firewood.
Tailor, lay white mourning clothes and repair the moon layer.
Xiao Qiong architecture in the city and jade candles set each other off.
Three chapters are made in Song Rui, and five boards congratulate the Han Dynasty.
Dogs barking startled Nanling, and riding donkeys recalled Baqiao Bridge.
Finally, I was worried about my brain and my room was waist-high.
My star is old with frost, and my sideburns are gone with time.
Picking vegetables, freezing and cooking, collecting leaves and taking them to Suzhou for burning.
It's hard to find a horse when the road is slippery.
Whoever clears the way in cold and warm weather will not lose Zijin banana.
Modern Winter Solstice Poetry II
The wind blew all day, but it snowed all night.
It's cold in winter, another night.
Difficult to sleep, confused thinking.
Dreams and the status quo are inseparable.
Whose face is this? It's easy to get old.
Joan Chen
In my hurry, I tripped over my foot.
I didn't expect the solstice of winter to come, and I was long and vicissitudes.
Hold your head, wrinkles are deep.
Looking out the window alone.
The sky is boundless
I think infinitely in my heart.
Modern Winter Solstice Poetry 3
It is said that the sun is going south today, it is cold today, it is cold today, and the night is long today.
Just like a baby is born, it warms up day by day and shows the delicate appearance of spring flowers day by day.
It's not snowing. What does it matter?
The snow at the end of winter falls in front of the eaves of the Spring Festival, which is auspicious and festive.
Men and women wearing colorful eiderdown no longer care about the frost. The romantic one is still romantic and affectionate under the moon, still staring at the street lamp.
Nothing important happened. Television, newspapers and the Internet are the same as yesterday.
It's just a bowl of jiaozi wrapped by my mother, which makes this ordinary day different.