The masters helped me make up a poem with snow, Jiao, left, and bright, in whatever order, thank you

Snowy nights send warmth and chase away the cold.

Beautiful women come to accompany you.

Left and right talk about spring and autumn.

Liang took his words to heart.

The snow is rolling and sad, and the lonely moon is full of flowers.

The building looks at the lovesickness on the left, bright as a golden hook and as fierce as frost.

Snowy nights around the fireplace to talk about spring and autumn.

Brighten the charcoal fire and warm the heart.

Left and right uninhibited.

A good life.

I know someone named Zuo Liang and someone named Xuejiao, and coincidentally, the words are the same

Jiaojiao's posture is busy, and the four treasures on the left express their aspirations.

The moon sprinkles the earth like day, and the women look up to thank the snow.

Let's see if you like this one.

The snow is clear, and the warbler sings the chapter.

Tiangong intends to lay out new paper, let me write the first line.

The snow is clear, and the warbler sings the chapter.

Tiangong intends to lay out new paper, let me write the first line.

I love the old days.

Flower love half-open to see the dew.

Take the ginger straight into the clouds.

The sound of falling flowers and falling snow is long.

Xiao Junzi originally saluted the first line of the first word.

2 words in the second line.

Three lines of 3 words. 4 lines and 4 words.

Lang wine buys drunk and the moon is bright, and Aizhen takes care of the jacaranda diligently.

Jiang Nu laughed in the painting in her dream, and Xueqing met Qiao Xiao's remnant star.

Alas! The landlord, the palindrome is not easy to write, and it took an hour and a half. For the sake of rhyme, "I" is changed to "Lang". The owner of the building is in the collection, please reward points.

I am intoxicated with my lover, my lover is with Jiang Numei, Jiang Numei is fragrant with snow lotus, and I am intoxicated with snow lotus fragrance.

My thousand trees are fragrant.

Love is too thick to prepare the previous good.

The Jiang family lives in Huaihai.

Snowflakes press the potpourri first.

Love and hurt are gone, and family training is weathered.

The long road is full of passengers, and the emperor is moving.

Between the frost and snow of the heart, the honor and disgrace of the heart.

Wei Shi was in trouble, and there was no Nanmu to protect the block.

Let the wine not be a disease, and love and hurt are not seen.

According to legend, the five departments of learning, gathering the mist cage immortals.

There's an app that can help you write Tibetan poems.

In this life, I miss it, the clouds that surround the scorching sun (the red wheel is a metaphor for the sun here, and from the later text, it should refer to the vain utilitarianism of the object of the author's narration). The glory that fades like floating clouds, Overlooking, looking up, passing years, 20 years of time disappearing. I came back as if I had flown from the far east.