Describe the frost on the glass in winter.

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

Lonely, lonely. The shadow of the heart disappeared and the leaves of the wind died.

Qian Shan is green in autumn rain, and a wild goose goes with the clouds at dusk.

Frost flowers make the colors of spring strong. Hanging each other, injecting light into white.

Haiyan sinks into the sunset glow and tears weave.

Translation:

A person wandering around the world, facing the bleak wind and withered leaves in late autumn, feels more lonely and melancholy. The rolling mountains glowed with green light in the intermittent autumn rain, and a lonely wild goose struggled to fly with the fast-flying clouds in the dusk.

Hundreds of flowers are dying, but Qiuju is brave, showing some colorful colors like spring. But we can only raise a glass to mourn the lost beautiful years and drink a glass of white. Twilight and sunset glow reflected the sky, and a beautiful rainbow hung upside down, which was made by Jiao Ren with colorful tears woven by Haloxylon ammodendron in the sea.

2. Wu Yu He Sina after the war.

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Deep pavilion curtains are embroidered. Memories of family, soft language lights, smile vortex red.

Ten thousand folds of the city head mourn, and the frost blows off the sleeves. Shadow companions, running around.

Looking at the countryside, I know where it is, and enjoying the western Western jackdaw, after dusk. A little, willow.

Look at each other like mountains. A careless sigh makes a pale dog.

Tomorrow, there will be a cold meal in the purse, and then there will be a small mound in front. Taste the village wine before it is brewed.

Drunk detective, here's the hair cone. Ask the neighbor. Do you want to write cattle essence? Weng should not, but shook his hand.

Translation:

The boudoir embroidered curtain hangs. I still remember my family's continuous words by the candle, where I know, a captivating smile and charming dimples. There was a sad trumpet sound from the top of the mountain city, and the wind blew frost flowers to my cuffs. Only shadows accompany me, and my things run back and forth. Looking into the distance, I don't know where my hometown is. I envy western Western jackdaw for returning to the nest on the willow tree after dusk.

Only the mountain is still the same as before, lamenting the great changes in current affairs since the death of the country. Tomorrow, I will cross the Qianshan Mountain with cold rice wrapped in dried lotus leaves to try to make a living. Before I leave, I want to have another sip of wine. Fortunately, the only tool for making a living-the writing brush is still there. I asked the old man next door if he needed to copy the ox classics. The old man just waved.

Take a look at this building every day.

Ming Dynasty: Chen Zilong

Dangerous wine bottles are given new life, looking at Xiaoxiang water in the south.

Clouds cover the Qinghai fog, and the shore maple reflects Chicheng Xia from afar.

Qi Fei's sun and moon drive the gods, lacking Nuwa such as rivers and mountains.

Learning kills dragons without help, and swords soar around frost.

Translation:

Upstairs, drinking and drinking, looking at the water-separated side of the cloud. Clouds and peaks are vaguely shrouded in sea fog, and the red maple on the shore reflects the deep red of Chicheng Mountain.

The sun and the moon are shining, and the broken mountains and rivers are waiting for the son-in-law who fills the sky. I learned the skill of killing dragons for nothing, but now I can't do anything, but my sword is jumping and shining with cold light.

4. It is cold in the north.

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Black on one side and purple on the other, the Yellow River freezes and ichthyosaurs die.

A hundred stones are better than a river.

Frosted flowers and plants are as big as money, and wielding a knife is not attractive.

The sea roared, the mountains and waterfalls were silent, and the jade rainbow hung.

Translation:

One side is gloomy, and the sky is purple on three sides. The Yellow River is frozen, and both fish and dragons are trapped to death. Three feet of wood skin is frozen and cracked, and the texture is unclear. Baishi car is on the road, driving on the ice.

Frost flowers fell on the grass and condensed into frost clusters as big as copper coins. Knife knife to the sky, it is difficult to cut the ashes of the sky. The waves whirled and the accumulated ice creaked. The valley waterfall condenses and sounds like Bai Hong hanging in the air.

5. He Sina pursues troops in Wu language.

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Deep pavilion curtains are embroidered. Memories of family, soft language lights, smile vortex red.

Ten thousand folds of the city head mourn, and the frost blows off the sleeves. Shadow companions, running around.

Looking at the countryside, I know where it is, and enjoying the western Western jackdaw, after dusk.

A little, willow. Look at each other like mountains.

A careless sigh makes a pale dog.

Tomorrow, there will be a cold meal in the purse, and then there will be a small mound in front.

Taste the village wine before it is brewed. Drunk detective's hair cone is here.

Ask the neighbors. Do you want to write cattle essence? Weng should not, but shook his hand.

Translation:

The boudoir embroidered curtain hangs. I still remember my family's continuous words by the candle, where I know, a captivating smile and charming dimples. There was a sad trumpet sound from the top of the mountain city, and the wind blew frost flowers to my cuffs. Only shadows accompany me, and my things run back and forth. Looking into the distance, I don't know where my hometown is. I envy western Western jackdaw for returning to the nest on the willow tree after dusk.

Only the mountain is still the same as before, lamenting the great changes in current affairs since the death of the country. Tomorrow, I will cross the Qianshan Mountain with cold rice wrapped in dried lotus leaves to try to make a living. Before I leave, I want to have another sip of wine. Fortunately, the only tool for making a living-the writing brush is still there. I asked the old man next door if he needed to copy the ox classics. The old man just waved.