Which poem would you use to describe rime?

Fog, sky, clouds, mountains and water are white. The shadow on the lake is only the trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou and two or three people on board.

Snow willow in Hanjiang River, Qionghua in Yushu and tree hanging in Jilin are well-deserved.

Incense warms a couch, and the moon is cold. It is said that from now on, candles will be less expensive to watch in the harvest year.

The cold river is foggy and freezing, and the trees are full of flowers and clouds. Last night, thousands of wisps flew, who cut all the fine snow? The ice feather is crystal clear, the dress is graceful, and I want to dance cold. Who do you want to meet when the smoke shines in the shadow?