Chapter 6 Snowflakes Fly

Bai Xuege sent the military judge back to Beijing

The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom. Scattered into the bead curtain wet curtain, the fox fur is not warm and thin. The general's horn bow is uncontrollable, and it is difficult to protect the iron clothes. The sea is dry and icy, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and condensed. The Chinese army returned with wine and drinks, Huqin pipa and Qiang flute. The snow is falling in the twilight, and the wind and red flags are not overturned. Luntai East Gate sent Jun to go, and when he went, the snow was full of Tianshan Road. The mountain loop turns around, and the snow leaves a place for horses.

Sell charcoal

Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black. What is the business of selling charcoal to make money? The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold. At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts. The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who are the two horsemen? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted. The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north. A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not regret it. Half a horse of red yarn is tied to the cow's head and filled with charcoal.

Loft night

The yin and yang of the twilight of the year urge the short scene, and the frost and snow at the end of the world are cold.

The sound of the five watch drums and horns is tragic, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken.

Thousands of families heard the war, and Yige started fishing in several places.

Wolong Prancing Horse ends in loess, and there are few personnel sound books.

Snow poems

On a snowy day in Chang'an, birds and birds are difficult to find.

Among them, the noble family, pounding pepper paste on the four walls.

Everywhere the red furnace is burned, and Luo Mi is returned to the next week.

Warm your hands and adjust the gold wire, dip the nail and pour the liquid.

Drunk singing jade dust flying, sleepy melt incense sweat drops.

How do you know that those who are hungry and cold have their hands and feet splitting?

Winter evening to Xue Yi Hu Jushi's house

The cold is more spread to the arrows, and the mirror is clear.

The wind is frightened, and the snow is full of snow.

The empty deep alleys are quiet, and the accumulation is wide and leisurely.

By asking Yuan Anshe, he was still in retreat.

In the spring, the West Lake sent thanks to Cao Ge

The West Lake is full of spring, and the spring water is green and dyed.

The group of flowers is rotten and does not reap, and the east wind falls like grits.

Joining the army in the spring is like a cloud, and the white-haired poems are sad to send spring.

A bottle of wine on the lake can remember the people of the world.

Thousands of miles of spring are still affectionate, and suddenly the spring is shocking.

The snow disappears outside the door, and the flowers are clear in February by the river.

The young man put the wine in spring, and today the spring is white.

The foreign land is different from the people, but the east wind is the old acquaintance.

Snow Fishing Pavilion

The wind is cold and the snow is long, and there is no one to put the fishing rod in melancholy.

From time to time, there are official ships passing by the bridge, and the white gulls fly to the foreshore.

The difficulty of walking: Part 1

The gold bottle sake bucket is ten thousand, and the jade plate is shy and ten thousand dollars. I couldn't eat when I stopped throwing my cup, and I was at a loss when I drew my sword and looked around. If you want to cross the Yellow River and ice congestion river, you will climb the snow-filled mountains of Taihang. Idle fishing on the blue river, suddenly take a boat to dream of the sun. It is difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, there are many divergent roads, and there will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds and sails will be in the sea.

Yangzhou slow Qionghua

The jade is light, Feiqiong is faint, and the socks are dusty and go downstairs. Try new makeup, burn Shen water incense balls. Remember the scissors, the spring ice gallops, the gold bottle is wet, and the new flow of Ti rides. The moonlight in the sky was blown by the wind and dreamed of Nanzhou.

Seeing each other in front of the respect, it seems to be embarrassing and the traces are floating. Ask the snow drifting branches, on the Wushuang Pavilion, when will you revisit. I want to wrap my waist around and ride a crane, the smoke is far away, and the old things are long. But with a speechless, fireworks March spring sorrow.

Full Palace Flowers, Snow Feifei

The snow is falling, the wind is dignified, where is Yulang drinking? When he is drunk, he wants to be in the middle of the wind, and he sleeps with incense and curtains.

In the spring and autumn nights, I thought of the monarch very much, and I was sad to see the lonely pillow of the embroidered screen. What is the young man's original intention?

The north wind travels

The candle dragon perches on the cold door, and the light is still open. Why can't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind comes up from the sky. The snowflakes of Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces are blown down Xuanyuan Terrace. Youzhou thinks about the woman in December, stops singing and laughing at the double moth. Leaning on the door to look at pedestrians, the Great Wall is bitter and sad. Don't pick up the sword from time to time to save the side, and leave this tiger Wen Jin Tatar. There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and spiders make webs and dust. The arrows are empty, and people will not return to the war today. I can't bear to see it, and it has been burned to ashes. The Yellow River holds the soil, and the north wind, rain and snow are difficult to cut.