The cold wind rose in the middle of the night, and I was shocked to hear the war drums. The Xiongnu committed Weishui, drew their swords and recruited clothes.
The cold wind rises in the middle of the night, and the winter shadow of the lonely sail hangs.
Feeling the wind and snow night, the north is full of mountains and rivers.
The woman asked when it would arrive, and the cold snap made the dream come true.
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My daughter just asked, it has snowed heavily in Beijing, when will it snow in Changsha? I told her that as long as the cold snap reaches Hunan, the dream of snow will come true.
The cold wind rises in the middle of the night, and when I wake up from a dream.
Wake up and drink again, cup after cup.
The cold wind in the middle of the night mixed with ice and snow blew off the sycamore trees in the courtyard, and the sound of broken branches broke the dream of the lost person who failed to invest and the wife ran away with someone.
It doesn't matter what about the cold nights? What about the fall of the sycamore branches? Drink, drink, I just want to wake up and get drunk and drunk again!
The cold wind rises in the middle of the night, blowing through this quiet night, like the snow in winter, cold to the bone marrow.
In this boundless silence, I listen to the psalms of the night, its melody like the wind of antiquity.
I searched in the depths of the night, the lost time, the distant laughter, the love that once passed.
In this cold night, I asked the years why I buried the beauty and left endless regrets.
The cold wind rose in the middle of the night, taking away my tears, leaving the sadness in my heart and the traces of time.
I walked alone in this cold wind, feeling the fragility of life, and also understanding the true meaning of life, which is to face every night bravely.