Write sentences about cold weather in A Dream of Red Mansions.

Xue Lu 'an's impromptu poems for alliance.

The north wind blew all night, and it was still snowing when I opened the door. White mud is precious to Qiong Yao everywhere. Deliberately beautify the hay, but unintentionally modify the hay. The price is high, the village is ripe and young.

Move the ash and fly the pipe, and the yang will return to the bucket. The cold mountain has lost its green, and the frozen pool does not smell the tide. It is easier to hang willow branches than to pile banana leaves. Musk deer coal melts into a tripod, and gold mink is put on the sleeve.

Light grabbed the window mirror and stuck the pepper on the wall. The oblique wind is still there, so let's talk about it. Where is the plum flute? Whose Yu Di is this? Aochoukun is trapped in the axis country, and the dragon is in the clouds.

Back to the lonely bridge on the barren shore, the whip refers to the bridge. Give Qiu pity and care, and add some thoughts. When you encounter difficulties, Zhike is afraid of being shaken. Walk lightly and dance your waist.

Cooking taro is a new reward, and sprinkling salt is an old proverb. Weeds are still fishing, and the forest axe doesn't smell firewood. Like a thousand peaks protruding, snakes are far away. Lace is cold, color is not afraid of frost.

The birds in the deep courtyard are frightened, and the empty mountains cry old 1 1. Up and down the steps, the pool water floats. The dawn shines and enters the eternal night with brilliance. Forget three feet of cold and release nine focuses.

Who asked when you were lying stiff? Crazy tourists like to recruit people. When the cat came out of the bag, the ocean market was lost. Loneliness is the regret of Taiwan Province Pavilion and poverty. The ice for making tea is boiling, and the leaves for making wine are hard to burn.

Without a broom, the monk sweeps the mountain and the child who buries the piano picks it. The stone building sleeps leisurely, and the brocade warms the cat. The moon hole turns over the silver wave, and the Xiacheng is hidden. Xiangmei is chewy and bamboo leaves are drunk.

Or a wet mandarin duck belt, when the jade becomes warped. There is still no wind, and it is raining without rain. If you want to be happy today, you can wish Shunyao with a poem.