One.
The western suburbs enjoy the eighth day of the first month, and the cold trees listen to the early birds.
I have felt the spring breeze coming quickly, and the countryside will soon see the ploughing cattle.
Two. The spring breeze sends warm things to Tu Su, and there are no diseases and eight immortals.
People envy and can be at ease, and Hanmei is proud and bitter.
Three. On the eighth day of the first month, Fenxi walked and walked, and all diseases were thrown away all over the body.
The breeze is blowing on the face and the mood is good, and the spring light is full of eyes.
Four. The snow melts in the early spring, and the flowers are not beautiful, and today I see the garden on the valley day.
The windward peach and apricot are buds, and soon the world is full of freshness.
Five. The first eight baths of the iQue and the wind, and the underground dragon hides the yang qi rises.
The first month of the year is approaching February, and the thunder wakes up the sleeping insects.
Six. Looking at the news of the eighth spring of the first year, it is warm and cold in the suburbs.
The branches of magpies fall and the willows are thin, and the ridges are silent in the snow.
Seven. On the eighth day of the first day, the sky is sunny, and I look up but look at the snowflake crystals.
Although the willow branches are empty and leafless, the tender buds sprout on the branches.
Eight. On the eighth day of the first month, we should respect the god of grains, and I hope that you will bless my farmers.
At that time, people didn't know the hardships of Yuntian, but they praised Li Shen because of poetry.
Nine. On the eighth day of the first month, I wandered on the street, and the Lantern Festival did not arrive at Xi Zhang.
The best place at this time of the new year is the plum red bath in snow. Ice. Ten.
The eighth day of the new year is still covered with snow, and the idle wandering eyes are like a dragon.
The frost forest is vast and wild, and the willow bank looks at the distant peak.
Eleven. Three years of guest accommodation in a foreign land, Pang Zi lived in Jincheng.
On the eighth day of the first month, the lonely tour lost the sick day, and the western suburbs looked north at the hometown.
Twelve. I love that the spring is getting warmer at this time, but the sky is sunny at the beginning of the eighth month.
Moyun buildings are uneven, and tall trees and red walls are welcomed.
A baker's dozen. At the beginning of the eighth year, the state was old and passed, and the lonely Fenshui snow was sealed.
Looking up at the willow shore boat, it is not Qingming how to set foot in the green.
Fourteen. The rest of his life of happiness has gone to poverty, and Qinglong was born in early spring.
Guanshan is far away on the way home, and he often thinks about his homeland in a foreign land.
Fifteen. The old man in his early sixtieth birthday is like a young man leaving his body.
Although the sun is warm and the breeze is warm, please wear cotton clothes.