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A description of cold weather

Leaning on the empty high threshold is cold and dust-free, and the idle dreams of the past are about to be divided. After first frost, you should see emerald green, and the cold sound in the middle of the month tends to smell. The crying ape wants to bring the rain from Cangshan Mountain to He Ying and Zifuyun.

The trees by the pool are wide and full of moon shadows, and the village anvil dock flute is isolated from the wind. Xiting is fragrant and fragrant, and you will worry about losing lotus flowers overnight.

When the cloud Leng Jiang is empty, the shadows of bamboo and plum blossoms are uneven, and the chicken reminds me that the dream pillow is early, and the evening news is cold.

The high Kunlun Mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and the distant Penglai Island is cool. I can't take the world with me in summer. How can I bear to roam freely alone?

The cold furnace is cramped and tired, and the dim light shines on two hairs. The water temple was silent, and the destroyer Xuefeng blew away the geese.

The moon is windy and the palace is quiet, and the frost flowers visit the Taoist forest. Birds are moving on the cold branches, and people are sitting there in ancient shackles.

It's sad at the end of the year, and it snows. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye. Tao Jin Yuanming

The well of Xianwei was first chiseled, and the spiritual liquid seeped into the spring. In the colorful moss, there are cold purple edges.

Go to the wilderness in the south, because the leaves are falling, and the wind from the north makes the water cold, and I think of my home; But the bend of Xiangjiang River is surrounded by clouds in this southern country.

There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.

Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin

Every winter, from the post office in Handan to Sunday, I bring my knee lamp.