Tasha Line Snow Like Plum Blossom / Lü Benzhong
Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow. It seems strange and doesn't seem to be similar. Annoying flavor a who knows? Please ask to take the South Lou Yue.
I remember last year, the plum season. No one says anything about the old. For whom is it drunk and for whom is it awake? To this day, I still hate to part lightly.
Bodhisattva Man Meixue / Zhou Bangyan
The Milky Way is like three thousand songs. The bathing heron is green. Where is the return of the boat. Sunset river upstairs.
Heaven forbid plum waves. Therefore, the snow is sealed under the branches. Deep courtyard roller blinds to see. Should pity the cold on the river.
Linjiangxian / Su Shi
Winter night cold ice well, painting hall bright moon invaded. The green cylinder is extinguished and the light is sad. The green jar is full of picks, and the pink tears are still hanging.
The unfinished statue first covered the tears, and the song was half with sorrow. The two voices of love do not contradict each other. To know where the intestines are broken, dark dust flies on the beam.
Qing Ping Le Xue / Sun Daoxuan
Leisurely. Do as light as you can. In the middle of the night, it sounded outside the window. Mostly on plum edge bamboo.
Zhu Lou opened the curtain toward Xiao. Six flower pieces flew in. Helpless to smoke from the smoker, Tengteng supported the gold noodles.
Partridge Days / Liu
Snow illuminated the mountain city jade finger cold, a Qiang pipe complained between the buildings. Jiangnan plum blossom hair several times, people in the end of the world sideburns have been spotted.
Stars, moons. Pour the river into the cup plate. Hanlin Fengyue three thousand songs, sent to Wu Ji to hold back tears to see.
Dongfeng First Branch Wing Chun Snow / Stadzu
Qiao Qinlan heart, stealing sticky grass armor, the east wind wants to hinder the new warmth. It is difficult to stay in the condensed biwa, and the letter knows that the twilight is light and shallow. Walk the sky into the mirror, do it out, easy and soft. The old garden, do not roll the heavy curtains, mistakenly came to the double swallow.
Qing Wei, Willow returned to white eyes. Red and broken, apricot open vegetarian noodles. The old tour remembers The Mountain In, and Hou Meng obstructs the Shangyuan. The cold stove was warm, so I slowed down the needlework of the spring shirt. Fear phoenix boots, pick vegetables back, in case baqiao meet.
Bu Operator / Zhang Xiaoxiang
The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum snow is clear. When I saw snow in Jiangnan last year, plum blossoms were hairy at the end of the month.
This year is early, still years and months. The cold and lonely light shines brightly, and only owes some snow.
Seeing plum blossoms in the snow / Wang Xu
Two wind currents, one made. Snowflakes are like plum calyxes. Look closely is not snowless, the sky wind blows incense scattered.
Although it is average, it is only high. Snowflakes are not as thin as plum blossoms. Plum blossoms scatter colors towards the empty mountain, and snowflakes wear through the curtain at will.
Qing Ping Le / Li Qing Zhao
In the snow every year, plum blossoms are often planted and drunk. Exhaust the plum blossoms without good intentions, and win the tears of the clothes.
This year, at the end of the cape, Xiao Xiao's two sideburns are full of life. Look at the late wind, so you should look at the plum blossoms.
Ugly Slave Slow / Wu Wenying
The east wind has not risen, and there is no shadow on the flowers. Steep clouds wet, condensed deep dock, at first wash plum clear. Fishing rolls are sad, cold floating rainbow gas sea and sky. The door of Ruoye is closed, the flat boat goes lazy, and the kesi gull is light.
Asked for spring several times, advocating red and green, empty and sunny. Look at the true color, a thousand rocks and one su, the sky is merciless. The eyes reopened, and the jade hook curtain was outside Xiaofeng Qing. Support light drunkenness, the more the king on the stage, more at the highest level.
Nangoko Winter Night / Huang Sheng
There was silence. Nearly five more. The incense lamp is dim and unsteady, miserable. Only frost with the moon.
It should be a cold night condensation. Annoyed that Plum Blossom couldn't sleep. I read the plum blossom and read me, caring. Look up at the ice full of jade bottles.