The poems describing winter snow are as follows:
1. "Snow on the River" Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Translation: All mountains, birds are all cut off; all roads, no trace of human beings. In a lonely boat on the river, the fisherman wears a raincoat and a hat; fishing alone, he is not afraid of ice and snow.
2. "Snowy Night" I was surprised to find the quilt in my pillow was cold, and I saw the bright light in the window again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Translation: I was surprised when I lay on my pillow at night and saw the light from the white snow shining through the window. Late at night, I knew it was snowing heavily because from time to time I could hear the sound of the snow crushing bamboo branches.
3. "Heavy Snow" The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, Jiarui Tianjiao and the new year. Half of the Tusu lamp has not yet been lifted, and peach symbols are written on the grass in front of the lamp.
Translation: When the fourth watch arrives at the beginning of the day, the north wind brings a heavy snow; this auspicious snow given to us by God arrives just on New Year's Eve, indicating a good harvest in the coming year. Before I could raise the half-filled cup of Tusu wine to celebrate, I was still writing the peach charms to welcome the Spring Festival in cursive script under the lamp.
4. "Looking at the Snow" Frozen clouds cover the mountains at night, and the plain snow condenses at dawn. The boat was broken into pieces a thousand times, and half of it was tilted to the wind. No makeup, no loose powder, no trees, only floating flowers. The lingering sky is ashamed of the sunset, and the broken colors thank the morning glow.
Translation: In the cold weather, the clouds over the mountains and forests seemed to be frozen, and the white ice and snow condensed the mountains and rivers. The seemingly beautiful scenery turned out to be a fragile picture, as if it had been blown in half by the wind.
The sky is filled with snowflakes, as if the earth does not need makeup, it is also painted with heavy makeup, and the trees all over the mountains and plains are using their petals to show their beauty. Looking at the sun that is about to set in the sky, I feel a little guilty. Without the beautiful morning glow, there will be no colorful encounter at dusk.