The north wind blows bitterly. Come and go without clouds.
How much can willow rejuvenate? The city flew all night.
Mutton wine noodles frequently tilt. Warm incense, gentle screen.
Ask Cher to dance and see if he is light.
Chapter Two: Bodhisattva Manxue
outer city wall
In those days, snow was abundant. It's only a little white this year
God wants a good year. You must teach before you wax.
The southern branch breaks the calyx first. The taste is as turbid as yesterday.
Quick and silver bottle. Drunk with cold, easy to wake up.
Chapter 3: "Magnolia is slow, giving snow"
Zugao road
The sound of sprinkling windows is uncertain, and the sleeves are cold.
Gradually, the boundaries of the city are empty, and the mountains and rivers inside and outside are fascinating.
The horizon is the earliest spring, and there is no dust in the flowers.
I want to sing a whip and lean on it.
Nobody knows. I didn't leave my heart. Casual wine is even more casual poetry.
The only thing that can be counted is floating tea bowls and soaking plum branches.
Chang' an was shocked to become old, laughing and blowing, as empty as silk.
A pale river, a few dreams.
Chapter Four: The First Branch of Dongfeng Wing Chun Snow
Shi Dazu
Clever Qin, stealing grass nails, the east wind wants to block the new warmth.
Pipa is hard to stay, but the letter is cold and shallow.
Look in the mirror every day, make it, relax and be soft.
There was no curtain in my hometown, so I missed coming to Shuang Yan.
Green willow returned with a supercilious look.
The red one is about to break, and the apricot is flat.
The old tour recalls the mountains and shadows, and the thick alliance hinders the garden.
No matter how warm the cold stove is, it will slow down the sewing of spring shirts.
Afraid of phoenix boots, pick vegetables and come back in case we meet at Baqiao.
Chapter 5: "The Dead Night Snowfall in Jinbei, Hua Lian"
Liu xueji
The lights have been off for the first half of the month. The east wind blows cold all night.
It's strange that beautiful people are sleepy and warm. The flying eagle accumulates jade and changes thousands of forests.
The Tao is that Liu Mianchun is still shallow. Compared with plum blossoms, flowers are messy.
A lonely day is a dream. Affection is more about dressing up.
Chapter Six: Long Yin's Qu Xue.
Shi Dazu
Dream back to empty white was born, then cold every window.
I don't know for a long time. No one has seen it. Jade Princess dances.
The silver world has returned to the sky, and Joan has changed places, but it is different.
I miss my children's health, I feel sad, and my feelings are frequent and peeping on the curtains.
A piece of firewood is fishing for Pu. It was painted by Tianjiao and Wang Wei.
If you don't give it to Jane, be happy first and put in wonderful sentences.
Jiang Lu Meichou, an old man in Baling, rode a donkey again.
After the stage, I remember seeing the spring breeze at first sight and blowing catkins against the curtain.