Poetry describing sunrise and dawn in winter

The sun is shining in Zhao Kuangyin outside the Yellow River. ... night now gives way to the ocean of the sun. Go to see the sun, although he is glorious. At sunrise, the river is better than the fire, and the old year melts in the clear spring. At the beginning of the cloud, the pavilion sinks and climbs the cliff to see the sun, and the sill is used to peep at the east. The sea moves mountains far away, and the cock crows first. The rising sun rises, the Red River wins the fire, and it is buried in the coming night. The long river sets the yen. Everything in the world is as fine as wool. Li Bai and Qin Chuan see him. The sunrise is just in the middle of the East Peak, Xin Li is in the daytime, and the riverside is as blue as blue. Bai Juyi is in the east. The sunrise is rainy in the west, and the mountains in Qian Shan are like fire. The desert is lonely and the road is sunny. Liu Yuxi is as high as a post, and the riverside is as blue as blue.