Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
Snow is too late for spring, and it is flying through the courtyard trees. (Han Yu "Chun Xue")
Snow is as black as Hu Sha, and ice is as bright as John. (Lu's rain and snow song)
Last night, the north wind blew in Lin Mang, and snowflakes fluttered like palm leaves. (Shen Qing Han Guang's Song of Chun Xue)
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai. (Li Bai's Popular in the North)