Just after the Spring Festival, it is snowing again, how can you miss the beautiful pictures of the snow scene?
But what if you are short of words?
Come, the special copywriting for the snow to send to the circle of friends has been prepared for you, thank you for taking it!
In the bowl of snow, there is moonlight.
You use the breeze to mix wine to relieve my sorrows, and I use winter snow to make tea for you to add a dream.
The clouds shook and sprinkled sugar.
After this snowfall, the wind has a taste of winter.
If you want snow in the evening, can you drink a glass of nothing? (Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen").
Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow").
When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi. (Gao Biao, "To the Snow").
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, the north wind blows geese and snow. (Gao Shi's "Don't Dong Da's Second Song").
Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. (Cen Shen "Bai Xue Ge Sends the Military Judge Back to Beijing").
There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity. (Lu Meipo, "Snow Plum: Part II").
The snow is too late in spring, so it wears the garden trees as flying flowers. (Han Yu's "Spring Snow").
Smoke and snow. Snow piles up on plum branches. (Wu Shuji, "Sauvignon Blanc, Yan Feifei").
The snow hides the desolation of the world, but it can't hide its own pale coldness.
I want to sit with you by the small red clay stove, boil a pot of green ant fresh wine, and watch the snow fall on the plum blossom branches outside the window.
The smell of winter is the smell of snowflakes mixed in the cold wind, the smell of firecrackers, the smell of roasted sweet potatoes wafting from the station, and the sweet and sour rock sugar gourd.
The city I live in never snows, but my memories are full of cold feelings.
You hold the flames in your hand and turn them into snow.
Sneaking behind you when it snows, we're all white-headed together.
A sunny day is a good day to meet, while a snowy day is a good day to miss.
I hope someone will accompany you to step on the snow and eat hot pot this winter.
Frost and snow fall all over the head, and it can be regarded as a white head.
If it is the first day of new snow, the full moon is in the sky, and there is a bright shadow below, and bright silver flows above, and you walk towards me with a smile, between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third color. - In the afterglow.