Although I like "the shadow of a lonely goose in the clear sky, the blue waves cross the heart boat", I love "laughing at the wind and clouds and the sky, and the leisurely years are downstream". There is a frosty cold plum in my heart, a swaying bamboo shadow outside the window, poetry and wine to spring and autumn, and flowers and ink to spend the years・・・・・・

01 Looking for the fragrance of plum with the wind, stepping on the snow without dust. The shadow of the lonely goose in the clear sky, the blue waves cross the heart boat.

The pen flies in the clouds, and the sunset in the mountains is loved. The moon is slanted and bright, and the wind is light and the ink is strong.

02 The first moon peeps into the cold window, and the poems are exhausted, and the plum blossoms are flying in the snowy sky. The pen is tired of wind and flowers, and the ink case is only accepted in the spring and autumn poems.

03 The first pen is like a mountain, and the cup is like a deep sea. The leaves fell sadly, and the yellow note was left in small characters.

Fresh winter scenery, elegant plum in the snow. The cup is empty and the moon is singing, and the ink and elegant pen are blooming.

04 The first wind blows the quiet dream of the courtyard, and the rain hits the noisy sound of the windows. The pen looks at the moon from afar, and the ink is cold and difficult to describe the eternal style.

05 Shoulin Valley listens to elegant rhyme, lying in the clouds and admiring the moon. The wine is drunk and romantic, and the tea fragrance is leisurely.

The wine in the glass of the front dust, the poems of the past. There is a world of articles, and there are many books in pen and ink.

06 The bright moon is a starry game in the sky, and the breeze enters the house and the drums open. The cold plum is proud of the frost and snow notes, and the bamboo shadow is sparse and the pen and ink are idle.

07 The first cold wind blew without a trace, and the cold mountains left traces of geese. The snowflakes are poetic and elegant, and the ink is fragrant when the plums are red.

09 elegant poems can be put into the painting, and wonderful sentences can be poured out. Gaze deeply, and put pen to paper.

The sea of nets gathers by fate, and the mountains of books are allowed to ink. The key is written and sentenced, which refers to the pride.

10 small words of cold and floating stories, snow notes indifferent and submerged articles. The fragrance of flying flowers is poetic, and the elegant rhyme is thick into the words.

11 poems of green bamboo are empty to the moon, and the poems and wine are drunk and frosty. The name of the secluded green mountains has faded, and it is difficult to invade the Mohai Sea.

12 The moon reflects the cold window, and the wind blows the case and introduces the fragrance of poetry. Looking at the ancient paintings of the green mountains, you can enjoy the poetry of the green water.

13 songs of the west wind blowing through the cold sentences, the bright moon reflects the fragrance of ink. The wine cup is poured full of the middle moon, and the wolf is drunk with the love of the book.

14. The wind on the bank of the river is light and the water is cold, and the frost and cold plum blossoms in the mountains. The mutton soup pot is fragrant, and it grows longer after the winter solstice.

The 15 poems are often sent and waved, and the literary thoughts occasionally want to raise a glass. In the wind, you can borrow Lingyun sentences, and find confidants on the Internet.

16 flute songs: green mountains and twilight, leaves fall and the water is cold. Seek novelty with pen and ink, and look for bosom friends with a clear heart.

Open the propaganda and splash the ink, and make the pen to give leisure. The moon is full of poetry, and the wind is soft.

17 The water and moon in the world are ordinary, and the wind and clouds in the pen are idle. The love is true and warm, and it is difficult to write a heart.

18 poems by the bamboo side accompany the moon, and the fine willow ink on the shore listens to the wind. There is no poetry to be ashamed of the wine in the cup, and it is difficult to write a dream person.

19 songs of Xiaoxiao cold rain drunk by the railing, lonely and cold wind blowing the case sad. Pieces of flying flowers and poems splash tears, and the branches wither and dye frost.

20 unintentional compositions and idle sentences, greedy cups and drunken poems. The cold window is difficult to stop the breeze, and the red stove warms up the elegant fragrance.

21 poems of Wengeng Shushan diligently hold the pen, and the ink dyes the flowers and becomes elegant poems. The wine sings with the breeze and the moonlight, and the poetry is accompanied by the fog to lock the river city.

22 poems of dawn essay day opened, and the dusk quatrain ended with the pen. The sword qi fengliu pointed out, and the poetry was uploaded on the Internet.

23 hands winter reading, busy in the year, turning the classics, learning articles. The red furnace warms the wine bucket room in spring, and the snow is full of plum fragrance. My generation wants to fulfill the ambition of life, and squander the pen and ink to find it.

24 The first yuan is renewed, and the New Year needs to be happy. The ink is drunk with a flower pen, and the heart is beautiful in the cold year.

Moisten the pen to describe the landscape, and write the wind and clouds. The screen is big, and the fingertips are empty.

25 first three more exhibition copywriting, ink splashed five feet of publicity. Drunk writes about the bright moon, and the obsessive book is full of stars.

The bamboo forest is full of frost, and the snow is proud of Meijiao. The night shadow moves with your heart, and the article accompanies wine and sleeps.

26 The first moon explores the window, and whispers in the dream. The wind blows the cold house, and the poems are cold between the fingers.

On the side of the water inkstone, the mountains try to test the ink and compete for the pen. A few pages of incense, wonderful sentences become poems and self-linked.

27 pipe flutes blow the plum blossoms fall, and the clear sound hits the moonlight. Laughing at the wind and clouds passing by the sky, the leisurely years are downstream.

28 bamboo reflecting Qingxi idle painting moon, plum fragrance cold house drunk poetry. Fortunately, there are mountain springs with clear ears and eyes, and it is a pity that there is no pen and ink to comfort the mind.

29 winter winds are bleak and cold, and the branches and leaves bloom through frost and plum blossoms. The light mist and smoke lock the city, and the green mountains and clouds are on the top.

The cold is warmed around the hearth, but Qionghua is put into the book at night. Slightly drunk holding the pen poetry heart, drunk ink painted pride day.

30 poems dyed by the waning moon are lonely, and the cold wind flips through the poems. The misty scenery of the smoke and rain is in the painting, and the glass of wine is like a madness.