A poem about oriental studies

Grass withered eagle eyes, light snow. (Wang Wei: Hunting)

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. (Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing: "Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow")

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. (Wang Changling: "Seven Military Services")

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. (Li Bai: "Difficult to Go")

Like a bird, she still flapped her wings and felt sorry for herself, leaving Beijing for more than ten years. (Gao Shi: "Don't be big")

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships (Du Fu: Jueju)