"The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty
At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night.
"Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty
Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
"Twilight" by Xie Lingyun of the Southern Song Dynasty
The bright moon shines on the snow, and the new wind is strong and sad.
"Night Snow" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
I was surprised to find the quilt in my pillow was cold, but I saw the bright window again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Two Poems on Snow by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The swirling bead curtain passes over the white wall, lighter than catkins and heavier than frost.
[Tang Dynasty] "Spring Snow" by Han Yu
There is no youth in the new year,
I was surprised to see grass buds in early February.
The white snow is too late for spring, so
there are flying flowers flying through the trees in the garden.
Lu Meipo's "Snowy Plum"
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so Sao Renge paid for the review.
The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
"Snow Plum" by Lu Meipo
Plums without snow would not be spiritual, and snow without poetry would be vulgar.
The poem at dusk is full of snow all over the sky, and it is very spring when combined with plum blossoms.
Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The north wind blows the white grass 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 horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still 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 flutes.
Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.
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.
Wu Weiye's "Heavy Snow in Linqing"
Baitou wind and snow on Chang'an,
The short brown tired donkey hat is wide and wide.
Live up to the beauty of the plum tree in my hometown,
The southern branches are blooming and the northern branches are cold.
Zheng Xie's "Snow Queen in the Mountains"
When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow.
The snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.
The eaves are not dripping with plum blossom jelly,
A kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.
Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring·Snow"
The scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles and snow drifting for thousands of miles.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the river up and down suddenly stops flowing.
Silver snakes dance in the mountains, and they are like wax figures, hoping to compete with the gods.
On a sunny day, the red makeup looks particularly enchanting.
The country is so beautiful,
it attracts countless heroes to bow their waists.
I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Tang Zongzong and Song Zu were slightly less elegant.
The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles.
It’s all gone, let’s count the famous people, but let’s look at the present.
Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Snow in the South"
When autumn snow is seen in Nanling, thousands of students will be cold early.
In your spare time, you can stop and watch the horses, or roll up the blinds from a high place to watch.
The mist disperses, the branches emerge, and the sun slants to the left.
It is located on the Qujiang River, reflecting into the clear blue water.
Fan Chengda's "The Love of Snow Shows the People of Gui"
The snow is sparse outside the Yunling Mountains.
People from the south and visitors from the north wear all their winter clothes.
From now on, I still believe in Lao Du’s poems.
When the plum blossoms fly, the snow also flies.