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Big Chill groaned
Text/Song Nailiang
The wilderness desert is a few people laboring, and the coldest should be in this dynasty.
The birds are quiet in the morning, and the courtyard is lonely and uninvited.
Frozen thousands of trees shake their branches, snow wrapped in thousands of mountains and high mountains.
Yang Liu's youth approached, and he was shocked to see the new seedlings.
[Seven Laws]
Big Chill
Text/Zou Xiaohua
Birds fly against the extreme cold wind, and the warm sun shines high on the journey.
Tu Su entertained the guests all the time, and the peach post was full of courtyards.
The mountains and rivers are paved with splendid embroidery, and the centuries-old wind and rain praise the morning sun.
At this point in the world, the winter is over, and the red branches are blooming proud of Xuefei.
2022.1.19.
Big chill idle groan
Text/Sunset (Huainan, Anhui)
In the cold season, the dew condenses frost, and the cold air invites the clouds to go to the snow village.
The entry wind and current are twisted in China, and the flying swallows fly in space.
The cattle resign the old plum blossoms, and the tiger celebrates the New Year wine.
Shake your arms and draw splendid embroidery, slaughter demons and fight against the epidemic to protect Kang.
The plague virus is blocked by the whole people, and the Olympic winter gate is the amount of the whole day.
The inspection is strict and there is no dead end, and the guest season is happy!
The eighteenth day of the 18th month of the year of the ugly year 2022.1.20
[Seven Absolutes]
Yong DaHan
Text/Jiuling Mountain Song (Huang Shaobin/Hunan)
At the end of the extremely cold year, the ice and snow night wine glass end.
A few plum blossoms bloom outside the wilderness, looking forward to the spring and the earth rejoicing.
Happy New Year
The Golden Bull resigns the old year, and the Jade Tiger congratulates the New Year.
Raise the wine glass drunk, the food is full of five tastes.
The wind blows the plum mouth, and the clouds swim in the snow dance day.
The winter seedlings are thickened, and the purple qi surrounds the door.
The old age is nostalgic
Text/Laughter is hard
(i)
The wheel of light blinked and winter, and the spotted sideburns smelled the new year clock.
Everything changes at any time, and a bottle of chat comforts the sunset.
(ii)
As the years passed, all things were flying, and the leaves were falling and the snow was cool.
Sweep the dust away for a day, wait for the spring to come and then dress up.
(iii)
The streamers passed away in an instant, and the flowers blossomed and let the sky go by.
Reading all the dust is ultimately a dream, and it is necessary to know that everything goes according to it.
Wax moon riots
Text/Shingen
It has not yet been the New Year, and the poet Mo Ke is unprecedentedly happy.
You chant the Tang and Song Dynasties, and I paint magnificent passages of mountains and rivers.
Feng wrote a few households, removed garbage to buy more whips.
Greeting the spring to receive blessings from relatives and friends, the waxing moon is hurriedly and deliciously fried.
New Festivals are held every year
Text/Jin Hai
The red dust sings and stomps on the mist, and the half-life ignorance turns upside down.
Spring on the new plum fang Turui, winter mountain remnants of snow wind god.
16th lunar month/2022.1.20
(Contribution above: Yiyou Literature Society)