Poems with cool weather

Always envy the jade lang in the world, and heaven should ask for a crisp mother. Self-purification songs scatter white teeth, the wind blows snow and flies, and the sea becomes cold.

Wan Li returned less and less years, she laughed more and more, and lived alone. Should Lingnan be bad? Quedao

This peace of mind is my hometown.

-Su Shi's Ding Fengbo

Su Shi left a refined, fresh, noble and loyal image of strange girl with this word.

My best friend relegated Lingnan, and the singer Yu traveled thousands of miles to this wild land.

There are no strings of silk and bamboo, no magnificent buildings, few chariots and horses in front of the door, from luxury to thrift, from prosperity to cold silence.

Back in the north, I am younger and more free and easy. At the banquet of answering friends with wine, she blew away the sea of inflammation with clear songs and blew clear waves.

Su Shi deliberately asked her, "Lingnan is not a good place, is it?"

She bowed her head and smiled: "This peaceful place is my hometown.

Sunset trip in pine forest

In the twilight, the crane returns twice, and the smoke is thin and sky blue. Wan Li Changfeng is pitching, who will come in the middle of the month?

Wandering among the elderly

There are green veins in the flat area and white stones on the shore. The pine shade is covered with moss, and the green is about to drip, so the guests are not surprised to go to the warbler.

Several new pear trees have been planted in the campus of Yuyou Middle School.

After coming back in the rain, the road became different. Ten years have passed. Only the crow has not changed, and the garden is already full of fragrant snow.

Wen returned to his hometown in bridled eyebrows when he was young.

The green temples are getting thinner, and the roots of the walls are suddenly dissolved. Fluttering, cold and warm, all in a plum blossom hug.

Listen to the rain.

Is full of emotion, and Zheng is urgent and sparse. The sound of rain keeps you warm, and you lean against the railing to read old books.