Like a white sky,

Not flowers, neither fog, nor smoke.

Idle boats across the cold water,

Weak willow stumps play old strings.

Outside the children's love Qionghua frolic,

In front of the incense sleeve filial piety.

Mei Niang prefers Yusha cold,

Clever smile and embroidered edges.

I'm sorry, I live in the south, I've never seen snow, and every time I hear northerners talk about snow, I envy, envy and hate (a bit exaggerated). So I made up a picture of the twilight snow scene in my own brain, and I smiled! 2019.01.19

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 149, Seven Laws / Twilight Winter is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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