What are the poems about a cold night of rain entering winter?

Suddenly Taihang snow flew in last night. Ling Xi fell into the court. How white and white. When I wake up in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely. The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, and Jiarui Tianjiao and the New Year's Eve. Half of the Tusu lamp has not yet been lifted, and peach symbols are written on the grass in front of the lamp.

Poetry describing other seasons

The rain beats the pear blossoms and the door is closed behind closed doors, letting go of youth and failing in youth. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed.

The crystal curtain moves, the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with incense. It's late in spring in the lonely empty garden, and the pear blossoms are all over the ground but the door is closed. It rains continuously and I don’t know when spring is gone, but when it clears up, I feel that summer is deep. The fragrance of rice flowers means a good harvest. Listen to the sound of frogs. Egrets fly in the desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in the overcast summer trees.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The moon is setting, crows are crying, and the sky is filled with frost. Jiang Feng, fishing fire, is facing melancholy.