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Wing Mei
Born in the middle of winter, Ling Han drove alone.
Proud frost light snow, blossom smile red cheeks.
Winter solstice
The shortest time of day is the cold of nine.
The northern country is full of wind and snow, and the scenery of the southern frontier is spectacular.
Winter view of lotus pond
The trumpet whistled cold wind and was wounded, and the residual willow leaves on both sides were scorched yellow.
The reed head was miserable and white, and the fishing spirit filled the pond.
Fallen leaves
The spring breeze is proud of the green and oily, and the forest is shady and green in the summer.
There are few desolate and cold scenes, and the dancing yellow butterflies are full of sky.
Heavy snow
In previous years, the goose feathers fell, and the pear blossoms did not float after the festival.
Wrapped in silver, current events are present, and the scenery of the northern country is waist-high.
No leaves follow the brighter the red, proud frost ling snow to fight the cold wind.
Dark incense and shadows fill guests, shaking the spirit station east of the courtyard.
Winter
Bi Yuyun roared in the breeze, and the green light of the living field flowed.
There is no spring color in the grass and trees, and the plum is dressed in red and pink.
Morning accompaniment to the East, evening escort visitors into the tall building.
Raise a glass of wine and speak with joy.
Heavy snow froze Qiludi, and the whistle of bone-chilling jade dust drifted.
In the cold and harsh winter, no goose feathers were sprinkled with blue sky.
Winter morning
The old retreated to the United States seashore, and the building was high and the stars were picked.
Raise a glass to be a Xianqing guest, raise your hand to become a gui person.
Fame and fortune are like dreams, and poetry is becoming more and more intimate.
The cold tide beats the shore and the waves roll, and the color shines on the rising sun wheel in the east.
Winter nights
The moonlight is cold and the night is dark, and the sea is boring in the bathing area.
The snow is a little because the winter is still shallow, so it is more to export poems.
Neon flashes to attract green eyes, and shadows send dark incense.
The shop gladly looked for a drinking seat, and Du Kang had a bowl of drunken lang.
Author/Wang Yonggao
Introduction: A member of the Hwangdo Qingxi Poetry Society.
Recitation/Lei Li
Introduction: Home in Huangdao Shangquan recitation social member. A Chinese language teacher in the West Coast New Area, who likes to recite and travel, hopes to use the temperature of sound to awaken words and hearts.