Huanxi Sha Xuemei (Han Wei body).
Wen Zhiling. A cut of cold and lush greenery, barren hills and rocky ridges bathed in frost and wind. The jade is proud of the sky.
Yinyu Qilou is beautiful, and the white slope is blooming red. The spring return is on time.
The partridge is looking forward to returning.
Wang Diankui. The wind and bamboo Xiao Xiao crane are in the sky, and the plum blossom fragrance is leisurely.
The rain in my heart is too wet and lovesick, and the clouds under my eyes don't hate it.
From October, it seems like three years. Leisure gathers eyebrows every day.
Leaning on the bridge to look at the returning guests, I didn't see Tan Lang painting the boat.
Singing in winter. Jia Baoting.
At the end of the year, the wind is cold, but the deep heart does not groan.
The frost is bright, and the pillow is dreamy.
But to make the poetry rippling, why not Cebu covered.
Relatives and friends meet from time to time, try slow sencha.
Heavy Snow Festival (New Rhyme).
Zhang Dianjun. The river is frozen and the sky is cold, and the new sprouts are dancing
The cuckoo gull hides in the nest, and the tiger's friendship is passed down from generation to generation.
Note: Liting, a type of bluegrass. Seven laws, heavy snow.
Central Plains. Ruixue came one after another in response to the festival, and the sky was full of white jade and dust.
It is like a catkins three spring dances, just like pear blossoms blooming overnight.
The thin chrysanthemum is still proud, and the pine lives up to the genius.
Plum blossoms like the Central Plains guest the most, and there are already bosom friends on Bitai.
Keep away from fire. Qiu Fukai.
The fire suddenly emitted smoke, and it was worth fleeing quickly.
Deliberately delaying the ossification of the corpse, leaving the tombstone engraving for no reason.
In this life, I have the ambition to pray for a long life, and I will enjoy a hundred years of success on a different day.
Ensure the peace of the family and the state affairs, and avoid the scourge of the free immortals.
Early Winter. Kong Fanyin.
For a long time, the south sighs without frost, and the heart is slim in the verdant.
The white snow often thinks about the makeup, and the red maple dyes the hill with a new dream.
And the beautiful scenery will be viewed on the screen, and the WeChat incense of the deceased will be restored.
In recent years, the Spring Festival has arrived, and it is good to return to the hometown without disasters and epidemics.
Editor: Hongyan Jushi.
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