24 solar terms's Pi Xiao has ancient lyrics.

Twenty-four solar terms Xiaohan mountain trip

The intermittent fog holds the smart clouds, and the clouds and water quench the stars.

Leaves falling slightly are cold, and cold stars shine in the shadows.

The first snow melts the new plum, and the plum shadow haunts the mountains.

The wind and moon contain scenery windows and mountains, and the mountains are quiet.

The mountains are quiet, waiting for the voice of the old friend.

Two or three old friends, two or three times, the resigner never leaves.

The punters cut through the spring water, the willows fluttered on the shore, the warm flowers were decorated with fat green, and the mandarin ducks in the pond remembered who. Jasper in bud with ponytail and charming rouge around her waist, Yu Pei was originally a couple, blowing smoke and chasing reeds, waiting for you to send pear flowers like snow trees. When we first met in ignorance, our faces were covered with red hearts.

Flapping your slender waist and moving slightly, you are drunk, and you are looking forward to your slow return. Green ants and new snow, thrush screen outlines your heart. You are full of femininity in front of the mirror, slightly drunk in the boudoir pear flower, like an ignorant first encounter under the snow tree. The red heart on your face is beating your slender waist and moving slightly. You are drunk.

Moss dyeing is like the wind stepping on the Youlong, which gently leans against the shadow, swaying gracefully and occupying your pupils. You are shy and have no intention to fiddle with your skirt, and your desire for spring becomes strong. You are awakened by the tears in your sleep like hibiscus and the breeze in the spring thunder. If Youlong is standing on the wind, leaning against the shadow and swaying gracefully and occupying your pupil, you are ashamed and have no intention to fiddle with your skirt. Pear blossoms with a strong desire for spring are like the first meeting under a snow tree. Moss ink dyeing is like Youlong dance, that is, the aperture of the disk is lightly leaning against the shadow, flowing and occupying your pupil. You are too shy to fiddle with your skirt.