Looking at the snowflakes and listening to the strings, the first spring flower is like a gun in the lonely long street.
Frost hair, shoulder injury, standing on the twelve colored glazed dragons at the top of Jianting, I think it is still sad in officialdom.
It's not snowing tonight, and it's still early. Where to wander with a knife is called Tianya? !
Maple leaves step on knives, and plum blossoms are famous.
Before the great cold, flute and knife rhyme. Close friends occasionally use a glass of wine to relieve their depression.
There are poems on the blade, poems are Taoist priests, and red leaves, if floating, hurt the body. Crossing the East Street, the hoofprint on the ground, the pain is like a dream.
Upstairs, the stars are shining. On the fifth day of May, the poem was hidden by a knife, and the dragon was still trapped. Although there is no wind, the flowers are still in full bloom.
Where is the beauty? The old shop is crumbling, and another altar of old ladies will be opened to get drunk with this season's evening breeze first frost!
The last song in the Jianghu, sing in the dead!
Throughout the ages, I have only laughed, but I have never been crazy. The firefly lights up and the flowers float, and there are poems in the knife.
Bai: There was a heavy snow in the twelfth month. At this time last year, he was still cooking wine here, enjoying the snow and reciting poems: red leaves danced for poems and dared to look for autumn wind from the light of knives.