Chinese romance.
A few plums in the corner of the wall, Ling Han opened alone.
I know that it is not snow because there is a dark fragrance.
Only then did I see that the clouds at the head of the ridge were like covers, and the snow was like dust on the rocks.
Thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of trees, pineapples, and thousands of clouds.
The swirling bead curtain is over the powder wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost.
The autumn wind is singing, and the wine is flying in the winter snow.
The snow is like sprinkling salt, and the difference in the air can be imitated, and the catkins are not like the wind rising.
The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat, and they have blown down Xuanyuan Terrace.
The pillow has been cold, and the window is bright again.
I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
The clouds are low and twilight, and the snow is dancing back to the wind.
Leaning on Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I don't feel that my clothes are full of snow.
The cold weather is short, and the wind and waves are flat.
The bleak twilight wind, the fluttering through the snow.
There is no hope in the ears, and the eyes are clean.
The autumn moon is bright and cloudy, and the winter ridge is beautiful and pine.
Heavy snow presses down on the green pines, and the green pines are straight and straight.
You must know that the pine is high and clean, and stay until the snow melts.
Green Pine".
When the spring land is competing for luxury, Luoyang Garden is especially diverse.
Who will level the ground with ten thousand piles of snow, cut and carve this even the ceiling.
I don't know that the splash came first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the winter snow.
I don't know how the court will fall today, and it is suspected that the forest flowers bloomed last night.
The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.
Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.
Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.
The wind is frightened, and the snow is full of snow.
If you don't kill in the harsh winter, how can you see spring.
Winter is over tonight, and the year is open.
Knowing that the year is cold, it is another winter.
Heaven and earth are silent, everything sinks into time, and cold descends on the world.
Winter has started unhurriedly in our helplessness.
Spring comes and summer, autumn harvest and winter storage.
The Weixian Concentration Camp Museum of Ledaoyuan wishes you all the things you want.
Time can be slowed down, let us see each other, and the coming days will be long!