If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. From Su Shi's "Drinking from the First Sunny and Later Rain on the Lake"
The dusk clouds have collected and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently. From "Mid-Autumn Moon" by Su Shi
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. From Li He's "Horse Poems"
The wind and sand are like snow in the early days of the new year, and every family has their tents covered with felt curtains. From the third of "Five Poems on Improving and Improving Things" written by Sadhu Ci
I drink wine in Dongmengu and I feel like a feather in everything. From Li Qi's "Farewell to Chen Zhangfu"
In the middle of the night, the army was at war with each other, and the limelight was like a knife. From Cen Shen's "Walking Horses and Rivers to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition"
The carriages are like flowing water and the horses are like dragons, and the flowery moon is in the spring breeze. From "Wang Jiangnan" by Li Yu
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the clear scenery is infinite. From Su Shi's "Eternal Happiness"
I get up in the painting hall in the morning to report the falling snowflakes. The high roller blinds are used to see Jiarui, and the bright colors are far away, confusing the courtyard. The strong energy brings out the smoke from the furnace, and the cold plain grass produces jade pendants. It must be that the immortal was so drunk that he crushed the white clouds into pieces.
From Li Bai's "Qing Ping Le" (the reason why this is given in full is because the metaphors are not in the same sentence, but one after the other, haha)