Write a poem about snowflakes

It's windy and cloudy at night, but Bing Xin is waiting.

First frost near the Plum Garden is full of flowers. When will the willows dye white eyebrows?

Enjoy the beautiful snow scene.

Feather clouds are flying all over the sky, and there are thousands of silver gauze masks.

Fairy butterflies dance in front of white jade bottles, and red plum branches scatter ice flowers.

Instantaneous memory

Yesterday, Ling Hua went to Kyushu and invited friends to pay for drinks.

At present, when I see the trace of heavy clouds, I spread my hands and make a tick.

Xue Yong

This is the white jade body of Yunfeng, and the dust that Bing Xin secretly promised to mortals.

Floating life doesn't love Meizi, and gradually moistening mud is only for spring.

Boil snow

The mud stove cooks snow and smells fragrant, and the flowers grind the jade harp.

Don't be dull with floating dust, seek tea rhyme to moisten poetry.

Ask Si Nuo.

Why do you love dust? Butterfly feathers fly for nine days.

The feeling is that the earth is dirty and muddy, and the frost and tears fall.