1, the tragic snowstorm night in Chai Men, at this time, giving birth is better than nothing.
I'm going to He Liang, open the curtain and say goodbye to my mother. I feel sad and want to cry. On this snowy night, I can't be filial to my mother, but I have to hide Chai Men's tragic death. I can't help sighing: What's the use of adopting a son? I still don't want it.
2, snow in succession, cover the door, can not help but keep the soul, thin Jiang Meiyun.
Heavy snow, covered with heavy doors, can't help but make people lose their souls, thin and haggard like Jiang Mei, and lose the charm of the past. Look up, where is Qingjiang Jiang Shang Village? Who will pay attention to and sympathize with the cold in the sweet boudoir? What a gaunt railing man!
3, floating life only respects the old. The heavy snow in Chang 'an blocked the passage of the road.
The lotus has fallen, and the sky is connected with water, which is boundless. At dusk, the autumn wind bursts and the waves are rough. I am alone in the east of the building, and the things separated in Shuang Yan are far from Leng Yun. The short life should really be aging in drunkenness, and in a blink of an eye, heavy snow covers the roads in Beijing. Friends from afar will come to the stage from time to time to remember me and give me a Chun Mei from the south of the Yangtze River.
4. For the sake of spring, Xue Mei refused to surrender, and the poet cancelled the evaluation fee.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It's hard to comment on the competition in Mei Xue, so I have to stop thinking. Plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.