The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong
The cold wind destroys trees, and the frost is harsh.
Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems Written for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife"
It's sad and windy at the end of the year, and it's snowing in the sun. There is no hope in the ear, and it is clean in the eyes.
Jin Tao Yuanming's
What are the similarities between snow and salt? It's not like catkins rising from the wind.
Jin Xie Daoyun's Poems on Snow
The bright moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong and sad.
in the Southern Song Dynasty, Xie Lingyun's
The wind startled the bamboo, and the snow covered the mountains.
Tang Wang Wei's Memories of Hu Jushi's Home on a Winter Night
I don't know if the court is falling today, but it is suspected that the flowers bloomed last night.
Tang Song Zhiwen's How to Deal with Snow in the Garden
The underwater sound is swallowed by ice, and the snow in the sand road is flat.
Tang Liu Changqing's "Rewarding Zhang Xia's Bitter Work on the Way to the State on a Snowy Night"
A vine trail is green, and ten thousand snow peaks are clear.
Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain
The ground is white and cold, and the snowflakes are as big as hands.
Tang Li Bai's
Snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as seats, and they blow down XuanYuanTai one after another.
Tang Li Bai's "Popular in the North"
Turbulent clouds and dusk, dancing in the snow and returning to the air.
Tang Du Fu's Dui Xue
On the bamboo in the setting sun, the snow is scattered in the mountains.
Tang Han's "Master Chu's Bookhouse Meeting, Money from a Common Son, Money from a Foreign Minister, Making a Prince" (a poem by Zhang Jishi)
In spring, Luoyang Garden is particularly crowded with luxury. Who cut and carved the snow on the flat land into smallpox?
Two Poems of Li Hua by Tang Hanyu
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint. A boat on the river, a fisherman in his bagworm moths; Fishing alone, not afraid of snow and ice attack.
Jiang Xue by Tang Liu Zongyuan
If the winter is not cold, how can we see the spring?
Tang Lu Wen's "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Ting Zuo"
Only then did he see that the ridge was covered with clouds, and it was already shocking that the rock was snowing like dust. Thousands of bamboo shoots and stones, thousands of jade, thousands of trees and thousands of clouds.
Tang Yuan Zhen's "South Qin Xue"
has been stunned that the pillow is cold and the window is bright again. It was late at night to know that the snow was very large, because from time to time it could hear the sound of the bamboo branches folded.
Tang Bai Juyi's Snow at Night
All springs are frozen, and I sing cold more earnestly. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I feel covered with snow.
Tang Liu Jia's
The stream is hard to snow, and the mountains are frozen without flowing clouds.
Qing Hong Sheng's "Looking at the Snow"
Gan Kun is empty, and the years go on. The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of snow and frost.
Life runs out with the years, and I'm afraid to forget. There is no such thing as killing Su Meng, and night is still young is burning the lamp.
Wen Tianxiang's Except for the Night
The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the door.
quatrains by Tang Du Fu
there once was a man, sent on military missions, a wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers.
under the horses' hoofs he would meet his foes, and, recklessly risking his seven-foot body.
would slay whoever dared confront, those moustaches that bristled like porcupinequills.
there were dark clouds below the hills, there were white clouds above them, but before a man has served full time, how can he go back?.
in eastern Liao a girl was waiting, a girl of fifteen years, deft with a guitar, expert in dance and song.
she seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home, filling every soldier's eyes with homesick tears!
Tang Li Qi's Ancient Meaning
when this melody for the flageolet was made by Lady Cai, when long ago one by one she sang its eighteen stanzas.
even the Tartars were shedding tears into the border grasses, and the envoy of China was heart-broken, turning back home with his escort.
cold fires now of old battles are grey on ancient forts, and the wilderness is shadowed with white new-flying snow.
"On Hearing Dong Play the Flageolet by Tang Li Qi
clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point, over fields where grass-roots will tighten around white bones.
in the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind, horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders.
a Song of Wheel Tower in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition by Don Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, and the metal of armour congeals on the men.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, and darkness masses its endless clouds.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home by Don Cen Can
beside the Temple of the Great Premier stands an ancient cypress, with a trunk of green bronze and a root of stone.
the girth of its white bark would be the reach of forty men, and its tip of kingfish-blue is two thousand feet in heaven.
dating from the days of a great ruler's great statesman, their very tree is loved now and honoured by the people.
clouds come to it from far away, from the Wu cliffs, and the cold moon glistens on its peak of snow.
Tang Du Fu's "Cooper's Travel"