Are there any poems about snow?

Poems describing snow are as follows:

Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming.

Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this?

Only the north wind came up angrily.

Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.

You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.

Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.

Don't mention the sword to save the side, leave this tiger, gold, shovel, shovel.

There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.

I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.

In this poem, a legend was written first, saying that in the cold door of the northland, there was a Candle dragon whose eyes were the sun and the moon. When he opened his eyes, it was day, and when he closed his eyes, it was night. And when Li Bai came to this place, even the light of the sun and the moon could not shine! Only the north wind whistling all over the sky. In this cold December, a homesick woman in Youzhou is smiling and frowning at home. She leaned against the gate, stared at the passers-by and looked forward to her husband's arrival.

Where did her husband go? Her husband went to war and hasn't come back yet. When the husband left, he only left an arrow bag with a tiger skin and a gold handle at home. There are a pair of white arrows in it, but now it is covered with cobwebs and dust. Now her arrow is there, but people can never come back, so she burned the quiver left by her husband to prevent her from thinking about people again. Although the Yellow River is deep, it still embraces the earth, but this hatred of where you will go, such as this long north wind, rain and snow, is overwhelming and boundless.

The snow described here is sad snow, full of sadness, and does not hate a widowed woman. Ancient wars were cruel, not only for a long time, but also rarely came back alive. Snow all over the sky, long parting, how painful this lonely and homesick woman is.