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With a poem of frost

With a poem of frost

2026-07-04 05:35
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Extra's Path: The Eternal Frost Monarch

Extra's Path: The Eternal Frost Monarch

[Error!] [Error!] [Error!] [System cannot synchronize with user! The soul is not compatible!] [User don't have any knowledge of future] [Survival chances until the end...........0%!] [Ding!~] [System cannot be initiated. But for poor user who had no future....We pity you!] [So each event you survives you will be rewarded according to your contribution in scenario! That's all we can do for you.] [Best of luck use–no. Best of luck Extra!] [---] ....... Aron lived a normal, happy life. He wasn’t a loner, nor did he have a tragic past. So why was he the one who got transmigrated? While trying out a new game, he found himself inside its world, in the body of an extra. As if that weren’t bad enough, he received a broken, useless system. Offering rewards only if he survived each scenerio. He had no guidance. No warnings. No knowledge of the game. This world was destined for chaos, where Eternal Beings would wage war in the near future. Aron— now Noah would carve his own path to survive. Even if it means to become an Eternal being himself. But for now, surviving the academy alone was already a nightmare. --- [A/N: The Story is Slowpaced. There will be lot of fun and entertainment chapter. Read them as fun and Don't question over their actions since they were written as fun. Story will be more serious and dark when it needed to! So enjoy now!] Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/dtFkwXFrNm You can Support me on kofi: https://ko-fi.com/lolman2020
Fantasy
265 Chs
Sold To The Frost Alpha

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Fantasy
155 Chs
Verkauft an den Frost-Alpha

Verkauft an den Frost-Alpha

Selene Jameson war schon immer der Schandfleck der Familie, die ungewollte Tochter, ein Schatten der Goldkinder. In der Nacht, in der ihre Mutter stirbt, um ihr das Leben zu retten, verliert Selene die einzige Person, die sie je geliebt hat. Als Atlas D'Angelo, der Junge, dem sie alles gab, sie auf die grausamste Art und Weise verrät, schwört sie, nie wieder um Liebe zu betteln. Doch das Schicksal hat düsterere Pläne. In der Nacht, in der Selene endlich Freiheit, Ruhm, Geld und eine eigene Zukunft schmeckt, verkauft ihre Familie sie an eine übernatürliche Auktion. Sie wird in eine verborgene Welt gestoßen, die von Lykanern beherrscht wird, die Menschen als nichts weiter als eine Ware ansehen. Dann kauft er sie. Mikhail Morozov, der Wintercrest-Alpha und Hohe Alpha der Onyx-Eintracht. Gefürchtet in ganz Nocturna, dem Reich der Lykaner. Mit einer zerbrochenen Vergangenheit, einer vermissten Schwester und einem Thron, der auf Blut und Verrat gebaut ist, ist das Letzte, was er braucht, ein aufsässiges Menschenmädchen mit einer scharfen Zunge und einem schwärzeren Humor als seine Sünden. Aber Selene ist kein Mensch. Sie trägt den Halbmond, ein Zeichen uralter Macht, das Nocturna retten oder zerstören könnte. Als sich herausstellt, dass Kustav Volkov, ein rivalisierender, skrupelloser Alpha, Selenes Vater ist, erhebt er Anspruch auf sie. Mikhail bietet Selene eine Wahl an: ihn in einem blutgebundenen Pakt zu heiraten, der ihr Schutz nach dem Gesetz der Lykaner gewährt. Aber diese Zweckehe wird alles andere als zweckmäßig sein. *** „Und du riechst gut“, unterbrach ich ihn, die Worte sprudelten aus mir heraus, bevor ich sie aufhalten konnte. „Wirklich gut. Wie Winter, aber nicht die furchterregende Art. Die schöne Art. Mit Schnee und –“ Ich rümpfte die Nase und suchte nach der richtigen Beschreibung. „Diesen zarten Frostmustern, die auf Glas erscheinen.“ Mikhail brachte ein tiefes Geräusch in seiner Brust hervor, das ein Knurren, ein Lachen oder etwas dazwischen hätte sein können. „Warum gibt es da zwei Treppen?“, platzte ich plötzlich heraus und starrte auf die doppelte, große Treppe, die sich vor uns auftürmte. „Ist das Absicht? Es scheint lächerlich übertrieben.“ „Es gibt nur eine Treppe, moya.“ „Bist du sicher? Ich sehe nämlich definitiv zwei. Vielleicht brauchst du eine Sehkorrektur. Brauchen Lykaner Brillen? Das wäre urkomisch. Winzige Brillen auf einem riesigen, furchterregenden Wolf –“ „Selene.“ Seine Stimme klang angespannt, so straff, dass sie selbst durch meinen Nebel drang. „Du musst aufhören zu reden.“ Ich blickte zu ihm auf, während der Schmerz den angenehmen Dunst durchdrang. „Warum? Nerve ich dich? Tut mir leid. Ich werde still sein.“ „Nein.“ Das Wort kam scharf, fast gequält heraus. „Du nervst mich nicht. Du bist –“ Er brach den Satz ab, sein Kiefer spannte sich so heftig an, dass ich den Muskel zucken sah. „Ruh dich einfach aus.“ Aber ich wollte mich nicht ausruhen. Ich wollte verstehen, warum sein Gesichtsausdruck so aussah – so starr und heißhungrig und noch etwas, das ich nicht einordnen konnte. „Ist alles in Ordnung?“, fragte ich und hob meine Hand zu seinem Kiefer. Er fing mein Handgelenk ab, bevor ich ihn berühren konnte, sein Griff war sanft und doch unnachgiebig. „Lass es.“ „Warum nicht?“ „Weil ich die Kontrolle ohnehin kaum bewahren kann, und wenn du mich jetzt berührst –“ Er hielt abrupt inne und presste die Augen für einen Moment zusammen. „Lass es einfach.“ Das hätte mir Angst machen sollen. Die Wildheit in seinem Ton, die Art, wie seine Zurückhaltung aus allen Nähten zu platzen schien. Aber mein betrunkenes Ich lächelte nur, unerklärlich erfreut. Dann bemerkte ich, wie sein Blick nach unten wanderte. Nur für den Bruchteil eines Herzschlags. Zu meinem Mund. Hitze blühte in meiner Brust auf und breitete sich wie ein Lauffeuer aus. „Du willst mich küssen“, hauchte ich, und die Erkenntnis machte mich schwindelig. Seine Augen schnellten zurück zu meinen, das eisige Blau wurde raubtierhaft. „Küssen“, sagte er langsam, seine Stimme eine Oktave tiefer, „kratzt nicht einmal an der Oberfläche dessen, was ich mit dir tun will.“ Mir blieb die Luft weg. Sein Griff um mein Handgelenk verlagerte sich, sein Daumen fand meinen Puls. Drückte dort. Fühlte den rasenden Rhythmus, den er verursacht hatte. „Küssen ist sanft“, fuhr er fort und beugte sich gerade so weit vor, dass sein Atem über meine Lippen strich. Nah genug, um zu nehmen. Nah genug, um zu beanspruchen. Aber er tat es nicht. „Küssen ist süß. Was ich will?“ Seine Augen wanderten mein Gesicht hinab, meinen Hals, tiefer und dann mit bedächtiger Langsamkeit wieder nach oben. „Daran ist nichts Sanftes.“
Fantasy
155 Chs

The poem of a night of frost

The following is a poem that contains the phrase "Frost in a Night": A night of frost dyed the trees by the lake." "You must know that the season of the rotten tree is waiting for the west wind to frost overnight." " The withered grass and frosty flowers are white, and the moon shines through the cold window." " Written by the green window flowers, the night's frost has dyed the trees by the lake." The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-06 10:38

The poem about the frost

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2026-07-04 06:10

A poem describing the morning frost

Wen Tingyun wrote in " Early Journey to Shangshan " that " the rooster crows in the Maodian Moon, and the people walk in the Banqiao Frost ";; Qin Qingxiang wrote " The moon in Muzhou is bright, and the white dew is frosty in the morning." The willow leaves on the banks are sparse, and the chrysanthemums by the hedges are yellow." And other poems describe the morning frost. There was also " The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is full of frost. The river maple is facing the fishing fire, and it is sad to sleep." Although it did not explicitly mention the morning, it also described the scene of frost. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-08 09:33

The ancient poem describing frost

The following are some ancient poems describing frost: 1. In Li Bai's Meditation in the Quiet Night, there was a saying," The moonlight before the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground." 2. In Li Bai's " Journey of Chivalrous Men ", there were " Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou and Shuang Xue Ming ". 3. Li Bai's "Autumn Pu Song 17","I do not know in the mirror, where to get autumn frost". 4. In Bai Juyi's " Early Spring,"" spring is nowhere to be found, only frost on the temples." 5. In Bai Juyi's " Autumn Evening,"" the leaves fall like rain, and the moon is as white as frost." 6. In Wen Tianxiang's "Except the Night","The end of the road is startled by the wind and rain, and the poor side is full of snow and frost". 7. In Wen Tingyun's "Early Journey to Shangshan", there was a line that read,"The rooster crows in the Maodian Moon, and the people walk in the frost on the Banqiao Bridge". 8. In Du Mu's "Mountain Journey","Stopping the car and sitting in love with the maple forest at night, the frosty leaves are red than the flowers in February". 9. In Zhang Ji's " Maple Bridge Moored at Night "," The moon falls and crows cry in the frosty sky, and the river maple fisherman's fire faces the sorrowful sleep." 10. In Li Shangyin's "Su Luo's Pavilion, Cui Yong and Cui Gun","The autumn shade does not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of the rain". 11. In Su Shi's "Gift to Liu Jingwen", there was a line that read,"The lotus has been exhausted and there is no cover for the rain, and the remaining chrysanthemum still has proud frost branches". 12. In Liu Yuxi's "Two Autumn Ci","The mountains are bright and the water is clean. Frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and pale yellow." 13. In Liu Zongyuan's 'Early Plum Blossom,' the new moon blows the fragrance of the night, and the frost breeds the white dawn. 14. In Xu Yin's "Frost," there is a line: "Who is poor in the end of the festival? It is difficult to sacrifice the yellow jackal." The red window is cold, and the white grass is cold when the wild geese fly. Dew knot Zhi Lan Qiong crumbs thick, the sun dried sunflower Huo powder marks residual. The world is incomparably shaking and falling, and who is willing to look at the pine and bamboo?" 15. In Ouyang Xiu's "Frost","A night of new frost makes the tiles light, and the old heart breaks and the lotus falls." In the cold, there is only the eastern fence chrysanthemum, the golden stamens bloom more clearly at dawn." 16. In Chen Chun's "Frost Encountered on Qianshan", there was a line that said,"Braving the wind, snow, frost, and cold, the calluses on one's hands and feet are difficult." Only for a little spring in my heart, I can't forget the world lying on the stream mountain." 17. In Han Fei's "Frost and Cold,""The frosty wind enters the building cold all night, and the soft moan of the quilt is relaxed." As time passes, autumn grows old, and the first mistake is not to be a scholar." 18. In Zheng Gangzhong's "Guest Night Frost Cold", there was a line that read,"In the morning cold period, guests enter the sparse window, and dream of breaking the Jiangnan night frost." However, the mountain forest will shake and fall, and the tree heads will turn yellow without leaves." 19. In Yang Wanli's " Frost and Cold Windlass Body," it was difficult to leave the fire at dawn. He did not hold the furnace in his life. Only because the green girl descended, he was alienated from the city. The pale sun is bright and dark, and it seems to have nothing. Who can endure the cold and die reading?" 20. In Lu You's "Frost and Cold,""Frost falls on the eaves in the morning, and the firewood is dry and warm at night." When he was old, he only wore coarse clothes, and when he was ill, he did not go out of the wooden door. The plum blossoms in the vase fell, and the magpies in the window sang loudly. I'll take a nap until dusk." 21. Zhang Yan's " Bodhisattva Man: Frost Spreads on the Bank as Thick as Snow " the fields are shallow and the ice has just frozen. crows crowed in the dense woods. in the depths of the mountains wild geese are too rare. the breezy lake is like a mirror. the cold soaked the shadows of the tower. plum blossoms are not afraid of the cold. It's a good sight to see." 22. In Liu Guo's "Frost and Cold Boat","The palace turns and the ox's clothes are cold, and people are helpless to invade the cold dawn." Since October, the frost has been heavy, not to mention the desolate village deep white dew. A guest came to Orange Society with money. Who painted the maple forest with blood? I can't bear to let the green girl take care of me, and I'll break the old man's heart." 23. In Zheng Gangzhong's " Mountain House Frost and Cold ", there was a line that said," Mountain House is only a place to live, cold to the point of not being narrow." The small window pressed against the thatch eaves, and the silence was naturally white. Lonely sage heart, upside down documents. With a curtain hanging down, the world is separated from the outside world. At that time, in the high treetops, wild birds were frozen. The south got this winter, and God used it to enjoy lonely guests. I'm afraid it'll be sunny tomorrow, and spring will come again. Maple leaves fall on the long bridge, and there will always be memories of Wujiang." The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-03 16:36

Is there a poem in the lyrics of the Millennium of Frost and Snow?

The lyrics of " A Thousand Years of Frost and Snow " did not explicitly indicate that they contained traditional poetry. Judging from the lyrics themselves, they were full of quaint words and poetic expressions, such as " The fragrance of pear blossoms wrapped around the corner of the clothes, passing through the hustle and bustle, and then quietly entering the deep red curtain "," Moss green stone street, mottled with the years like running water ", etc. The whole song created a strong ancient atmosphere, but it did not directly quote the known traditional poems. These lyrics seemed to have been created independently by the creator according to the ancient style of writing. Through delicate strokes, they portrayed many scenes that were rich in images, expressing complex emotions such as memories, longing, and waiting. "Luo Han's Lyric Collection" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-06-30 05:23

The poem with frost, the order of flying flowers

The bright moon in front of my bed is like frost on the ground. Zhao's guests wore unadorned Hu tassel, Wu hook frost snow bright. I don't know where to find autumn frost in the mirror. Spring is gone, there is no place to live, only frost on the temples. The leaves fell like rain, and the moon was as white as frost. At the end of the road, the wind and rain were frightened, and the border was full of snow and frost. The rooster crows in the thatched cottage under the moon, and the footprints of people are frosty on the bridge. The frost is cold and dreary, and the whole year is always upright. Frost falls, bears climb trees, forests empty, deer drink streams. Frost halberds lined up on the steps of the palace, and silk and bamboo decorated the long corridor. The moon is the only moon in the sky, and the green girl is not covered with frost. Dongjun didn't cherish it either. The moon on the edge of the bow is like a shadow, and the frost on the beard is like a sword flower. The autumn window is full of fireflies, and the moon is late. After hundreds of battles, I suffered from the wind and dust. After ten years, I walked in frost and dew. The flute and drum spread the thoughts of the Han Dynasty, and the flag and armor were covered with frost. White practice wind and frost, goshawk painting is different. The frost is thin, the flowers bloom again, the ice is light, the leaves have not withered. Frost power comes out of the frontier fortress early, cloud color crosses the Yellow River in autumn. The tower is leaning against the frosty trees, and there is no mirror in the sky. The frost in my mouth is like the road, and the snow reflected on it is like the cold opening. I am often afraid that frost and graupel will come and fall like grass. On the new moon, the fragrance of the night is blown away, and the frost is more white in the morning. There is still snow and frost, not willing to be very red. Sometimes the air of the five peaks is like frost. Magu's temples drooped down, half of which had turned into frost. Fresh and clean as frost and snow. The sun's wheel stopped in the frost, and the moon's soul hung in the carved bow. Some wrote that water did not freeze, some wrote that frost did not kill. The dew grows on the bamboo shoot path, and the moss brushes the frost roots. Mandarin duck tile cold frost heavy, jade quilt cold who to share. Chrysanthemum dark lotus withered overnight frost, new bud green leaves shining forest light. The phoenix tree was half dead after the clear frost, and the white mandarin duck flew away. Qiang Guan long frost all over the ground, people can not sleep, the general's white hair levy husband tears. Even if we meet again, we should not know each other, but our faces are covered with dust and our hair is like frost. My hair is slightly frosty, so what? The frosty moon will certainly know each other, and the first thing to know is the face of the spring breeze. The man beside the loessial house looks like the moon, and the white wrist is covered with frost and snow. The autumn is getting late, and the frost is coming back to the yellow flowers. The cold sun is whistling on the locked window, and the parasol tree should hate the frost at night. The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-04 07:16

The poem of frost falling on the cold dew

The following are some poems related to the Cold Dew and Frost Descent: - "Half a month of cold dew comes and frost falls, and the autumn leaves change into red clothes overnight. In September, the fragrance of chrysanthemums adds to the autumn, and the frost comes to change into winter clothes." - "The wind blows and the frost is gone, the sky is covered in frost. Wild jackals first sacrifice to the moon, immortal chrysanthemum encounter Chongyang. Autumn scenery sad sparse trees, Hongming recall hometown. Who knew that a bottle of wine could make a hundred autumns die." - "Jin Tan/Original poem: (17) Cold dew makes the world cold, frost dews the gauze. Take advantage of the mountain to collect red ridge, take advantage of the fun to drink yellow flowers. The valley is broken by thousands of gullies, and the peak is inclined. The people who inserted the corns hated that they were too few, and the pursuit of dreams was at the end of the world. (18) Frost falls in the deep autumn, the weather is solemn, and the leaves fall to see the crows perching. In the desert, the smoke swallowed the wild, and the cold dew bloomed flowers. Frozen snow fell in the black forest, and the cold sand in the daytime. It's not heartless, it's frost protecting the years." - "The cool autumn leaves me sad, The cold dew comes and soothes my loneliness. The golden wind blows away the flowers, and the white dew condenses into frost on the bridge." - "The cold dew first appears, the autumn wind is cool, the frost first leaves the white dew frost. The chrysanthemums are bright, and the maple leaves are fragrant." - "The frost has passed, and the cold air is thick. The autumn rain sprinkled on the world. The harvest of rice and millet brings joy, and the ears of rice are golden and full of jade." - "The harvest is happy in the cold dew season, and the osmanthus is hanging high to praise the auspicious signs." The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-26 23:22

The most classic poem of the frost and solar term

There were many classic poems about the Frost Festival. Here are some examples: 1. "The frost falls and the water's traces are collected, and the light green scales are exposed to the distant islands. " -Su Shi's" Nanxiangzi·Frost Falling Water Marks Collection " 2. "The frost falls on the green sky, and the autumn event urges the west wind. " -Ye Mengde's" Shuidiao Getou·On the first day of September, practicing archery with guests in the West Garden, I am sick and can't shoot " 3. "The sound of the frost is sharp, and the autumn is deep. " -Liu Changqing, Ascending the North Tower of Li Ming's Mansion on the Ninth Day" 4. "The pine trees grow greener when snow comes, and the moon shines brighter when frost falls. " -Jia Dao," Nine Things to Thank Linghu for Giving Clothes " These poems expressed people's thoughts and feelings about autumn by describing the scene of frost and solar terms. They showed the poets 'observation of nature and their perception of life. They used simple and artistic language to convey deep emotions and experience of the changing seasons.

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2025-01-11 05:22

Autumn Frost's Ten Most Classic Poem

The following are ten classic poems that contain the image of autumn frost: 1. Li Bai's "Journey of Chivalrous Men":"Zhao Ke Man Hu Ying, Wu hook frost snow bright." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and the wind is like a meteor." 2. Li Bai's " White Horse Chapter ":" Autumn Frost Cutting Jade Sword, Sunset Pearl Robe." 3. Li Qiao's "Feng and Du Yuanwai's retinue teaching reading":"Yan arc belt Xiaoyue, Wu sword moving autumn frost." 4. Linghu Chu's "Youth's Four Songs·Three":"The bow back is bright and the sword shines on the frost. The autumn wind gallops out of Xianyang. I haven't taken the Hehuang land of the Son of Heaven, and I don't want to look back at my hometown." 5. Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong's Shan Zhong":"Farewell Jun to Tianmu, brush stone lying autumn frost." 6. Bai Juyi's " Cold boudoir resentment ":" The autumn frost is about to start, and the tailor's scissors are cold under the lamp." 7. Qi Jiguang's " Wangque Platform ":" The heavy frost is the blood of the heart, sprinkled on the Thousand Peaks Autumn Leaf Pill." 8. Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Ci II":"The mountain is bright and the water is clean. Frost comes at night. Several trees are dark red and pale yellow." 9. Wen Tingyun's "Early Journey to Shangshan":"The rooster crows in the Maodian Moon, and the people trace the frost on the Banqiao Bridge." 10. Du Mu's "Mountain Journey":"Stopping the car and sitting in love with the maple forest at night, the frost leaves are red in February flowers." The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-08 04:36

The frost trees are all empty branches, the whole poem

[Drunken Flower Room: Stars and Moon in Front of the Independent Stage] The stars and moon in front of the steps stand alone, and the curtain is bright and clear. The frosty trees are all empty branches, and the heartbroken lilac knot. Deep in the night, the cold is not clear, how can I rest? I want to break the railing. Two jade chopsticks for you to hang down, this night love, who can say? The novel "Listening to the Rain in Green Bamboo and Watching the Egrets" is equally wonderful. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!

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2026-07-08 04:28
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