Ice-bearing poems

1, clear ice and clear cream. Plum blossoms were distributed last night. Even in Yulong, agriculture, countryside and farmers, the voice is shaking and the branches are on the moon. -Lin Bu's Little Corner of first frost

I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will block the ferry and I will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. -Li Bai's "It's hard to go to me"

The sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, and it is gloomy and Wan Li congeals. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.