Poetry about snow

Two songs about watching snow

Yang Wanli [Song Dynasty]

Sit and watch the depth, Xu Qiang, who is the cold light at dusk.

I'm tired of dancing in the air, and the slightest wind is busy.

I don't hesitate to give everything I have, calling it plum blossom and jade without fragrance.

Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages.