Bai Juyi's poems

Bai Juyi's poems about snow are as follows:

1, it snows at night

This night, the pillow was ice, which surprised me. I saw the light snow outside the window.

It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.

At night, my pillow froze. I was surprised. I saw the window lit up by the snow. I know it snows heavily at night, because I can hear the sound of snow pressing bamboo branches from time to time.

Second, "selling charcoal Weng"

An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.

His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.

What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.

Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.

At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.

Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.

Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.

The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.

A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.

Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.

An old man who sells charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in Nanshan all the year round. His face is covered with dust and smoke, his temples are gray and his fingers are black. What is the money from selling charcoal for? In exchange for clothes and food. It's a pity that he only wears thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal is worthless and hopes it will be colder. It snowed a foot thick outside the city at night, and at dawn, he was driving a charcoal car rolling on the ice road to the market.

The cow was tired and the man was hungry, but the sun had risen high, so he rested in the mud outside the south gate of the market. Who are those two high-flying riders? They are eunuchs in the palace, eunuchs. Holding documents in their hands, they shouted the emperor's orders and shouted that cows would pull into the palace. A load of charcoal, 1000 kilograms, the eunuchs insisted on washing it away, and the old man tried to give up, but he was helpless. Those people hung half a horse's red yarn and a piece of silk on the cow's head as money to buy charcoal.