One

Green resentment and red sorrow are empty,

The curtain is swept in the wind of the small building.

The clouds are thick and the rain has no return,

I want to send winter clothes.

Two

Light frost is not snow grass faintly,

It is still too late for the fog to lock the Qingjiang River.

The trail is full of idle flowers,

The tall branches and yellow leaves are half detached.

The incense burner warms the dream,

Thin jacket to drive away the cold and lazy thrush.

Don't complain that the autumn and spring are far away,

When he treats him calmly.

2018.11.27

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