A poem with a crescent moon

At first, there was snow in the calyx, so it was difficult to draw a picture alone.

There is rhyme in the fragrance, which is extremely cold.

Come to listen to the flute sorrow, but lean on the disease.

If the wind blows, it is easy to destroy.

The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.

Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.

The north wind blows snow over the scar, and it is colder to drink horses in the Great Wall Cave.

In the middle of the night, the fire came to know that there was an enemy, and Helan Mountain was protected for a while.

Deng Chaoda's pavilion, what a cloud.

Do not distinguish between Chen Zheng Fire and Zou Luyan.

I am looking for catalpa carefully. I am looking up at the sky.

The ancient wood is full of gas, and the pine wind is like five strings.

The map of the emperor finally disappeared and sighed all over the mountains and rivers.

Two court at a loss, Wan Li worried.

The mountain road belongs to the south, and the source of the river comes from the north.

The evening breeze is fresh and the new moon shines in autumn.

The stove fire penetrates the military wall, and the smoke from the kitchen goes up to the building.

Long Ting is only strong, and Yan Qing will be appointed Hou.

Don't be at the foot of the blue mountain. Emptiness makes Han feel ashamed.

Deng Chaoda's pavilion, what a cloud.

Do not distinguish between Chen Zheng Fire and Zou Luyan.

I am looking for catalpa carefully. I am looking up at the sky.

The ancient wood is full of gas, and the pine wind is like five strings.

The map of the emperor finally disappeared and sighed all over the mountains and rivers.