a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue"
If the wind is easy to understand, it is easy to destroy. -Cui Daorong's "Plum Blossom"
The hills overlap and the gold disappears, and the clouds want to spend the fragrant cheeks. -Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man, Hills Overlap, Golden Blinking"
The window contains the snow in Xiling, and the Dongwu Wan Li boat is moored at the door. -du fu's quatrains
there are several plums in the corner, and ling cold opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Mei
Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's "Xuemei No.1"
How can plum blossoms smell fragrant without some freezing? -Zen master Huang Berry's Ode to the Opening of the Class
If the moon is bright at the end, I will not hesitate to snow and ice. -Nalan Xingde's "Die Lian Hua, Hard Work, Most Pity for the Sky and the Moon"
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate. -Cen Can's a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home