Make beauty a way of life
The fisherman's pride wants to kill the frozen birds, and the snow is flying in the cold.
The lodging grass waist was submerged, the empty field, and the memory of the depression of the past year was locked.
Looking around, the west wind is fierce, and the lonely branches remain small yellow leaves.
Knowing that the cold winter month is inevitable, it is inevitable to be sentimental and sad.
Drunken flowers and shade The spring breeze fragrance blows outside the door, and the fragrance evokes memories.
Dreams go with yesterday, sweet words, falling flowers and flowing water.
When can I take a break? but lonely.
There is a horizontal slope on the road ahead, worrying about the bottom of my heart, and I can't send my heart.
Xiaozhongshan looks at each other and returns between the two places, and the wind and snow can be in other places?
Winter solstice cold. Stratus clouds cover the sun and fog, and the heart is worried, anxious to look forward to the door.
Listening to the laughter through the wall, the neighbors are happy and reunited. When to put the lamp around the hearth, warm feast, the fragrance of wine is sweeter than honey.
Su curtain covers people far away, idle houses are deserted, desolate and desolate, and lonely and lonely. The wind blows dead leaves all over the ground, and the broken doors and windows are covered with layers of cobwebs.
Running in all directions, going to other places, his whereabouts are unknown, who remembers the old appearance. The wind and rain hit the tiles and snow and frost, the mottled stone walls, and the years passed.
Magnolia flowers are rarely visited by tourists who have lived in their hometowns for a long time, and they have also dreamed of returning to their hometowns at night. A moment of lovesick tears on the pillow, what does it mean to be adrift?
When the goose feathers fly in the cold wind, I don't know when I will return. Is Gao Tang ashamed of his old age? Don't forget who I am.
How heavy is the road across the mountain? Who cares.
Heavy snow is falling in the cold winter, and the white hair is lonely.
Regardless of it, the wild reeds are cold, and the wind is desolate.
The clouds and smoke are late, there is no trace of people far away, and the alley is sad.