Winter is thick, the snow is cold, life is long, and Mei Xiang is still lane.
Today is a little cold, the coldest day of the year has arrived. Since then, the mountains have lost weight, the water has lost weight, and even the blue of the sky has lost a lot. A little cold, added to the chill; life, a little more thin cool.
One year old withers and one year old is cold, and the new spring flowers are warm. When experiencing the most extreme cold, the new spring will also come as promised, the cold pole will be warm, no pole Tai lai, may you and I can hold on to the years, wait until the spring is warm and blossoming.
Xiao Han, in the cold place of life, emits the warmth of cooking smoke, and there are thousands of gentleness, vividly reflecting the scenery of life, accidental and inevitable passing.
"Little Cold Food Boat"
Don Du Fu
Jiachen Qiang's meal is still cold, and a few depressions are hidden with a bird crown.
Spring water boats sit like the sky, and old flowers look like fog.
JuanJuan plays butterflies over the idle mantle, and the pieces of light gulls rush under the rapids.
Yunbai Mountain Qingwanli, worried to see that the north is Chang'an.
There is no eternal winter, the mountains are long and the waters are wide, the sky is high and the earth is thick, and no one knows how long it is. In the cold winter, may there be a warm winter sun, holding a cup of hot tea in my hand, silently dispelling a cold in life.
Little cold to welcome the plum fragrant snow drifting, I wait for the warm spring for another year. Wait for a tree of plums to bloom in winter, wait for a touch of red light to stain the dusk, wait for a snow to fall all over the city...
"Little Cold"
Don Yuanshu
Xiao Han even Da Lu, Happy Magpie built a new nest.
Pick up food and look for river bends, and wrap purple around the treetops.
The Frost Eagle is near the north head, and the pheasant is hidden in the bush.
No wonder it is strictly condensed, spring and winter are turned over by the first month.
When the cold arrives, will spring be far away?
On the way in winter, I encountered a plum blossom, a hint of winter sun, a winter leaf, a piece of winter snow, and walked and cherished, and walked and collected.
When people pick up the last fallen leaves, when the winter snow passes through the footsteps of time, another spring is coming.
A ride of winter snow and a layer of cold, a ride of landscape and a ride of people. Every encounter in time, every experience in life, is a true portrayal of a period of time, a pious record of friendship.
"Dispatching People to Search for Chen Defang's Home in Houshan"
Song Huang Tingjian
The river rain is misty and cold, and the snow drifts with five old hair spots.
The city is within easy reach of clouds, and the mountains in front of the independent look at the mountains behind.
The scenery of life is actually the scenery of the journey. In the cold winter, having the best friend silently care and accompany is the most beautiful scenery. No matter how ordinary the days, as long as you cherish, love has a winter style.
You give gentleness to winter, and winter will be gentle to you. If there is love in the heart, there is poetry to dwell; there is warmth in the heart, and winter is willing to warm up for you. Even if it is a cold night, there will be surprises at the end.
"Cold Night"
Song Du Xiaoshan
Cold night guests come to tea as wine, bamboo stove soup boiling fire first red.
Usually the same window before the month, only plum blossoms are different.
At the coldest time of the year, we see a flower, from blooming to withering, soft blooming, calm withering. A person, from spring to winter, should also have the same softness, beauty and calmness.
As long as our hearts are filled with love and sincerity, life will give you loneliness and spirits, and it will also give you a breeze and freedom.
A thought of the cold wind, a word of winter love. With a poetic heart, a wisp of affection, in the blank space of this light winter picture, write a thick drop: Xiao Han is good.
Partridge Sky
Song Zhou Zizhi
Read the Toothpick Jade Scroll Book. I didn't know there were vegetables outside the door.
Borrowing the order to go to luan slope, also merged with the book in the stone canal.
After a light rain, a little cold at the beginning. Full of longevity.
Without asking more about Jingzhou Road, he got on the chasing Feng Imperial Palace car.
No matter how much suffering you experience, you should live your life into a gentle and charming poem, paint life as a light and long-distance painting, even in the lonely season, the heart should be sweet and peaceful, and be kind to everything.
Time must not be disappointed, and life must not be wasted. Be gentle with the years, walk at any time, and completely deliver the heart to the season, so that we will encounter more beautiful scenery.
"Early Hair Bamboo"
Song Fan Chengda
At the end of the morning makeup broke the small cold, and the conversation across the saddle was tired.
Line flush thin light fog, look at the heavy stacked mountains.
Bisui cooking smoke when the tree straight, green stream water to take advantage of the bridge bay.
The birds are like welcoming guests, and they are in the midst of emotion.
No matter how much you go through, you must have a good heart, maintain a love for life, expectations for the future, look up and smile during the day, sleep calmly at night, go with the flow, follow the encounter, and be full of fun.
A philosopher once said that life is a kaleidoscope of colors, and I watch it quietly and think quietly.
Slow down in winter, listen to an old song, warm a pot of old wine, visit an old friend, talk about an interesting thing, and play a good game of chess.
"Drinking alone in the garden"
Lu
The horizontal forest shook slightly, and the deep courtyard was depressed as a little cold.
The autumn qi is already high and gratifying, and the old man feels that he has no joy.
The deer is still shallow from the mother spot, and the orange is still sour after frost.
Have a drink and a sneaky foot, do you have to fall on the crown?
Lead a wisp of warm winter sun, burn a furnace of warmth, brew words for wine, drink snow into poetry, time is light, smile is still the same.
Read a snow, pure crystal, sweep away the dust of the soul; read a person, the soul looks at each other, rely on each other to warm; read a period of the past, warm years.
"Minus Magnolia Flower, Three Lantern Flowers"
Modern: Cui Rongjiang
In the cold season, if the clouds sleep in the fine moon.
Don't wake up and faint, look at the moon people in front of the window in the cold.
A flower of light, alone and deeper with me.
Pity each other, why do you and I not say anything.
In the quiet winter night, with you quiet reverie, even if there is no word, we also weave the wings of winter dreams together, feel the cold of the snow.
Looking forward to the arrival of spring!
One day, always too fast, only to feel the sun rising in the east, it is already sunset twilight.
January, always too fast, only to feel that the sea is born of the bright moon, is already worried about who to fall into.
A year, always too fast, only to feel that the grass is long and flying, and it is already wrapped in red.
All my life, always too fast, only to feel that life first saw like a beautiful jade, has been a person in the west out of the Yang Pass for no reason.
May you be warm in three winters, and may you not be cold in spring. We walked all the way forward, throwing regrets into our pockets and putting beauty in our hearts.
May you be warm in three winters, and may you not be cold in spring. Believe that all the good is on the way. All expectations will collide with you.
Today's little cold, may life be like sunshine, warm and peaceful. May you be sincere and kind, rejoicing.
Today, listen to the wind, wait for the flowers to bloom, and wait for spring to come.
Today, may all the kings be well!
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