The taste of the year
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The fleeting passing of the young year caused homesickness, and Tsubaki Xuan also traveled far away.
Fireworks soar into the air and frightening dreams, and childhood memories are reminiscent.
The sacrificial stove dust removal is more old, and the ancient folklore has been locked for thousands of years.
The land of Shenzhou is prosperous, and the festival on the spot is popular.
Red lanterns
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The delicate and clear blue sky, the rui qi lingered with ten thousand reds.
The southern and northern Xinjiangs are spring-colored, and the Han and Tang styles are under the eaves of the lintel.
Qingzhu raised his steril, and the brocade was covered with silk.
The taste of the year is getting drunk, and the hometown is unloved.
Admire the ice lamp
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The city that never sleeps, silver stacked jade and cast lanterns.
The color is dazzling.
Ice clear jade clean and proud bones, Qionglou hall to the firmament.
Skillful craftsmanship and beauty, the Yao Chi is self-evident.
Little Nian idle
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
Lamei urges spring twenty-three, and the residual winter has not yet passed the small year.
Thousands of new strips in the south of the Jiangsu, and thousands of windows in the north of the country are sticky.
The sacrificial stove dust is more old, and the long street is neon-hanging.
Overlooking the well-off scenery from afar, drinking and slaughtering and becoming a fairy.
Ice skating
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The wind is galloping on the silver face, and the pedaling and turning pressure is hot.
The frost-stained eyelashes warm the tree, and the jade mirror is boundless red.
Thousands of steel blades licked, and ten thousand tenderness swirled in it.
The fairy wind is proud of the bones, and the feminine child plays in the middle of winter.
Winter thoughts
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The snow presses the danmei melts into the sun, and the branches near the trees dry and the mountains are far away.
Dongli Ju is especially fragrant, and Beiyuan lotus is cold.
In spring, he returned to his hometown in the grassland, and Han Mo Danqing dyed the three rivers.
Borrowing the long wind and thousands of miles, love Yiren Lixuan window.
Smoke ice quack
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
The knife and axe are round, the head is light, the belly is broad, and the feet are pointed.
One-legged ballet dances in the wind, commonly known as Bingga Immortal.
The snow embraces the cold and arrogant, and the whip is drunk.
The silver mirror jade face is haunted, and the years are swirling in dreams.
Note: Bingga is a Northeast children's play tool, scientific name gyro.
Sanjiu sighed
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
Snow drifts outside the plug, and silver chips cover the cold.
The dripping water turns into ice three nine solstice, and the wind penetrates the mink cotton.
Exorcise the evil disaster Lingyunzhi, and the ice battle in the snow is still in full swing.
The end of the year to share the wine with the king. Lamei smiled and waited for the spring to return.
Winter in the Northland
Author:Xu Jun (Beijing)
Thousands of miles of ice and smoke, snow and fog condensed cold.
Mountain dance silver snake flaccid wax elephant, ice sculpture transparent realm immortal.
The silver cloak warms the tree, and the plain wrap reflects the distant mountains.
The troublemakers give the wine an elegant rhyme, and the winter Yao pond of the northern country.
Image from the Internet, thanks to the author.
Author: Xu Jun Editor: Hai Belle
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