A poem about the cold weather.

Cold (Tang) Han Ling

Embroidered curtains droop, scarlet screens are painted with broken branches. Eight-foot dragons need square brocade mattresses, and when the weather is not cold,

What I saw in the night book (Song) Ye Shaoweng

The rustling leaves send the cold sound, and the autumn wind on the river moves the guests. I know that there are children who choose to promote weaving, and a light falls on the fence at night.