Author: Sun Deli / Xiong Chao / Tian Mingshan / Jin Dengren / Zhu Kaidao
Zanmoke
Sun Deli (Inner Mongolia)
The spark sails to the tide of the sea, and the wind and water are free.
The chest swallows the floating ant inscription poem, and the pen falls into the shadow.
Thousands of miles of clouds and ink, three autumn months hanging on the maple bridge.
丁真楷草皆酣畅，虎啸蛇盘鸾凤飘。
[Mo Dao West Wind does not know love, the heart is indifferent and laughs at the name/The red and purple layers of the mountains are dyed, and the clouds on the other side are absolutely top-notch/Who can pick up the autumn light, and the wild colors of the three rivers are from Taocheng/With the painted Feihong sent, and the poem will be continued with this poem|Sun Deli's poem "Early Winter Expression" and the book]
Linjiang Immortal Winter Solstice Love
Xiong Chao (Hunan Hanshou)
The frost and snow rhyme plum bones are elegant, and the yellow leaves are churning.
Like a song and a dance fairy.
A glass of winter solstice wine is difficult to understand tenderness.
Stroll through the park to find good customers, leisurely pity and contemplation.
The villa is foggy and cloudy.
After a chance encounter that year, I thought about playing the piano.
cold
Tianming Mountain (Shanxi)
The cold and cold pressed Hefen, and the most important thing was the ice sculpture to stay guests.
Ling Freeze is more than a foot thick overnight, how many people can hear about it?
heavy snow
Jin Dengren (Poyang, Jiangxi)
The number nine cold days bask in the warm sun, and the festive wine of the year is fragrant.
יהוה, יהוה, יהוה.
The jade tree bends its waist to welcome friends, and the green mountains are wrapped in silver.
The geese raised their heads sang harvest songs, wishing each other peace and prosperity.
Morning fog and frost
Zhu Kaidao (Jiangsu)
Morning fog and frost tourists come, Yangjiang households open their doors early.
There are men and women in the red pavilions, and the lights on the street illuminate children.
dawn
Zhu Kaidao (Sihong, Jiangsu)
The full moon of dawn shines on the mountains and lakes, and the branches of chickens and dogs follow the beads along the road.
I sit at the table in the light of the cold house, and read the wall map in front of the stove.
Editor: Li Xunxiu/Chang Xianyun/Zhang Xinghua Editorial Department of "Qingyanwei Literature".