What are the original ancient poems?

Original ancient poems:

1、

Old friends don't meet for thousands of miles,

The cold window is full of fire tonight.

Si Nuo still needs a glass of wine,

The north wind can't break the ileum.

2、

Qionghua is not defeated, pear blossoms,

The red stove cooks wine to welcome guests.

Three or five people know that they have sprinkled joy.

Sing and have fun.

3、

Qionghua sees friends everywhere,

The new fermented grains of green ants are red by charcoal fire.

Take care of each other, relax,

The time is half a year.

4. Snow Mourning?

The song is melodious and the snow scene is sad.

Dream back to childhood tears two lines.

Half a century of life, no fame and fortune,

I've been homesick for years.

5. "To your wife"

When will my wife come back soon?

Dude, I had several dreams last night.

Today, it was originally an alien object,

Life is too short to rush.

6. "Step Cloud"

When the sideburns are dyed like frost,

I always see bonuses every year. ?

Xiaoyao Sanwei glass of wine?

Economy and society are in dreams.

7、

Pears are everywhere,

Making wine and tea around the stove is stronger.

Write words in the paper and give good sentences.

Infinite scenery is happy.

8、

So the moon shines lazily in Xinxiang,

I don't know how to sift through old clothes.

I used to laugh at the ancients for showing off.

I missed today's article.

9、

Old friends suddenly meet,

The cold snow fluttered and blocked the journey.

Old wine is full of fire at dusk,

Don't let your mind become empty.

10、

Goose feather and snow cover the mountain shadow, and the north wind breaks the path.

Throw yourself into the cold forest cabin at night, and you will be greeted by the main heat.

Persuade the wine and look forward to a bumper harvest, highlighting the feelings of farmers.

Xie Jin's idea was solved, and he was surprised to ask about the light dining tables.

1 1、

Fog and snow are flying in the mountains,

The temple was empty on winter nights.

Raise a glass and ask Xue Fei,

Snow dyed Joan oar liquid.

12, Xue Rui?

Sick trees hang leaves, and the north wind whistles and cools.

The silk thread woven quietly is dense, and Wu salt is scattered everywhere. ?

The silver tile is upside down, and the Qiongzhi contains pregnant jade beads. ?

Good years, more elegant snow, wider mirrors.