A poem with one word.

The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. To send colorful stationery and rulers, I don't know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide!

-Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"

Well, there is no cold food night.

Tang hanhe

Extremely cold, light cold and windy,

Apricot flowers and snow are pink.

At midnight,

The pavilion is hazy and drizzling.

Well, there's still no tilt, just light, isn't there?