Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
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Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei
Huang Xicai poetry
2022-1-28
Wild storm snow, only with decaying wood folds. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold.
Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat. The fragrance is biased towards the ink pool, and the heart is imprinted and the love is pleasant.
Wang Mian MoMei poems and translation comparison.
My family washes the pond head tree, and the flowers bloom light ink marks.
There is a plum tree by the washbasin pool in my house, and the blossoms of the plum blossoms seem to be dyed with light ink dots.
Don't let people praise the color, just leave the air full of dryness.
It doesn't need others to praise how beautiful the color is, just to fill the fragrance between heaven and earth.
Welcome to pay attention, thank you for correcting.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
Frost Day Xiaoxue Yongmei Huang Xicai Poetry2022-1-28 Wild Storm Snow, only with decaying wood fold. The plum tree has been through the years and months, and it is afraid and cold. Frost chills. Farewell. Lonely Fang is far from the heat.
