Beifengxing
The candle dragon lives in a cold door, and the light is still open.
Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning against the door and looking at passers-by, it is sad to think of the bitter cold on the Great Wall.
When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and a spider spins a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
