The winter wind actually locked the spring wave,
A mirror of yin and yang.
The lonely sun shines on the lonely hong,
Trails who carry yesterday's deceased people on the road.
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Where the pear blossoms fall,
A thousand trees into silver.
The beauty once stood by the small bridge,
Smoke willow fly red accompanied by laughter dive.
The winter wind is fierce, and everything is frozen. In such cold weather, the north wind blows the lake into a mirror, locking the fish in the world below. The afterglow of the slanting sun all looked lonely and masterless, shining on the lonely hong flying in the air, leaving a lonely shadow on this mirror. Who walked hand in hand with the deceased on the path by the lake yesterday?
Where is the flying snow flying like a pear blossom? The earth and trees were draped in white. In this world of ice and snow, the mind will also be clear, let go of the shackles of the world, and release another self.
Once upon a time, on the shore of the willows, by the small bridge, a red and pink lady did not know who had stopped. With the willows flying red, the flowers and birds whispering, Yanran smiled, blushed the peach blossoms full of trees, and even the fish playing on the lake were ashamed to run to the bottom of the water.
