The evening clouds passed, the cold was clear, and the silver-haired people silently turned to the tracts. From Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival Full Moon.
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. From Li He's History of Horse
The wind and sand are like snow, and there are blankets under every household's account. From Sadu's ci "Five Entrepreneurial Works" (the third).
The east gate sells wine and drinks me Cao, and everything is like a feather. This is Farewell to My Friend Chen.
Let your soldiers go forward with weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. Farewell to Feng's Song of Running the Horse River.
In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze. From Li Yu's Looking South.
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. From Su Shi's Ode to Fishing Music
In the morning, the picture gallery came to report the falling snow. The rolling screen looks up at the beautiful scenery, and the bright colors are far away from the courtyard. The strong light caused the smoke from the stove, the grass was cold, and Yu Pei was born. I think the fairy was drunk and smashed the white clouds. From Li Bai's Qing Ping Le (the full text is given here because the metaphor is not in the same sentence, but at one end,