The poems describing the arrival of winter are:
1. The drizzle and the slanting wind make the dawn cold. Light smoke and sparse willows make the beach beautiful. ——Su Shi's "Huanxisha·Visiting Nanshan from Uncle Liu Qian of Sizhou on December 24, the seventh year of Yuanfeng"
2. On a snowy night in the chaotic mountains, I am a lonely stranger. ——Cui Tu of the Tang Dynasty, "Wishful thinking on New Year's Eve"
3. Drinking heavily to face the snow in Yanshan Mountain, the glaciers are freezing on the moon, and the morning clouds are flying. ——Zhou Mi's "High Balcony·Send Chen Junheng to be summoned"
4. The icy well and the spring moon enter the boudoir, and the golden vat's green light cries sadly. ——Li Bai's "Sitting at Night"
5. In May, it snows in the mountains, but there are no flowers, only cold. ——Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Fortress (Part 1)"
6. In the courtyard at dusk, there is no fragrance anywhere, the wind is gentle, and the snow is hanging down, not to mention Jiangtou Road. ——Cao Zu's "Sudden Mountain Stream·Plum"
7. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. ——Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
8. The clouds lock on the tender yellow smoke and the willows are thin, and the wind blows the red stems of the snowy plum trees. ——Yan Xuan's "Bapai Man·Yunsuo Tender Yellow Smoke and Thin Willows"
9. I know that I am listening to the rain in front of the lamp alone in the distance, but I recall seeing the mountains behind the snow together. ——Nalan Xingde's "Good in Zhong·Send Liang Fennan as a Little Shadow"
10. At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor. Chaimen hears the barking of dogs, and returns home on a snowy night. ——Liu Changqing's "The Master Stays at Furong Mountain in the Snow"
11. The weather, people, and the sun are urging each other, and the sun brings spring to the winter solstice. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Xiao Zhi"
12. For whom I was drunk and for whom I woke up, I still hate to say goodbye. ——Lu Benzhong's "Treading on the Shasha·Snow Like Plum Blossoms"
13. It's cold when the wet clouds don't cross the stream and the bridge. ——Zhu Shuzhen's "Bodhisattva Man·Yong Mei"
14. A piece of snow flies alone, and autumn hairs can be seen for hundreds of miles. ——Li Bai's "Watching the White Eagle - Part 1"
15. The flying heron is bathing in clear green waves.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Bodhisattva Man·Mei Xue"