Liu Changqing
"The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.
Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.
Lu Guimeng
"Winter Willow"
The willow pavilion is diagonally facing the savage window, with scattered and decaying strips next to the Xiaojiang River.
It was at the point where the frosty wind broke that a pair of cold gulls started to fly.
Zu Yong
"Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan"
The Yin ridge in Zhongnan is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.
The forest is bright and clear, and the city is getting colder at dusk.
Bai Juyi
"Night Snow"
I was surprised to see the coldness of the quilt and the bright window again.
I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
"Early Winter"
The weather in Jiangnan is good in October, and the poor winter scenery is like spring.
The frost has not killed the luxuriant grass, and the warm sun has begun to dry out the desert sand.
The leaves of the old zhejie are as yellow as those of young trees, and the branches of cold cherry blossoms are as white as wild flowers.
At this time, the idle people were drunk, and the five horses had no reason to enter the restaurant.
Cen Shen
"Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and it snows in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and lutes.
The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Li Bai
"Travel to the North Wind"
The candle dragon lives in a humble door, and the light is still open.
Why can’t the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December of Youzhou, when I miss my wife, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning on the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold.
When it was time to say goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him, leaving behind this golden Tao Jing with a tiger inscription.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows, and a spider spins a web of dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
"Returning to the Old Mountain in Winter"
The tassel has not been stained by dust, but the grass is flat when I return.
A vine path is green, and thousands of snow-capped peaks are clear.
The cold ground leaves the leaves first, but Gu Hanyun cannot.
Tender bamboos invade the dense houses, and ancient trees fall across the river.
White dogs bark when they leave the village, green moss grows on the walls.
A solitary pheasant passes through the kitchen, and an old ape cries near the house.
The birds’ nests are falling from the trees, and the fences are sparse and the beasts’ paths are in place.
The rat moved away when the bed was brushed, and the fish was startled when the basket was thrown over.
Clean the inkstones and make good plans, knock them loose and imitate Su Zhen.
At this time, go again and go to Sanqing.