The twilight clouds are cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the tracts. From Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Moon
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. From Li He's History of Horse
Suddenly there was a big storm, and the dust was like snow. Everyone put down their tents' blankets. The third of Sadducee's "Five Poems of Progress" is doing things.
The east gate sells wine and drinks me Cao, and everything is like a feather in my heart. -Excerpted from "Farewell, My Friend Chen".
Let your soldiers go forward with weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. From "Song of Running the Horse River" to bid farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition.
In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze. From Li Yu's "Looking at Jiangnan"
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. From Su Shi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
Snow falls in the painting hall in the morning. Looking at Gary with a high shutter, the color is far from the court. Full of vitality, light leads to smog, while grass gets cold, and Yu Pei is produced. It should be that the fairy is drunk and presses the white clouds. From Li Bai's Qing Ping Le (the full text is given here because the metaphor is not in the same sentence, but a beginning and an end, hehe)
Look at it first, and then add it when you think of it ~