This poem about cold is beautiful.

1. The north wind is cool and the rain and snow are wet. The north wind blows into the bones, and snow is flying all over the sky. -The Book of Songs, Strong Wind and North Wind

2. The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dances back to the sky. -Tang Du Fu

3. The end of the year is sad, and it snows in the sun. There is no hope in the ear, but nothing in the eye. -Tao Jin Yuanming

There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Liu Tang Zongyuan

5. On the bamboo in the sunset, the snow is scattered in the mountains. -Tang Hanyi