What are some poems describing the "Winter Solstice"?

"Small Solstice" - Du Fu

The weather, people, and sun are urging each other, and the sun brings forth spring at the winter solstice.

The five lines of embroidery are added with weak threads, and the six pipes are blown to move the floating ash.

The shore is waiting for the wax generals to relax the willows, and the mountains are cold and want to bloom the plum blossoms.

The clouds and things are not different from each other. The country is different. I teach my children to hold the cup in their hands.

"Winter Solstice" - Zuohe River

The northwest wind blows and the grass fades, and the sun rises after several cold spells.

The day is short, but the golden plum blossoms are in full bloom.

"Winter Solstice" - Du Fu

Every year on the solstice, I have been a guest for a long time, and sometimes I am poor, worried and murderous.

The river describes me as an old man, and the customs of the sky are close to each other.

After the snow, the stick quinoa comes to the Dan Valley, and the singing jade comes to disperse the purple dust.

My heart is broken at this moment. Where can I see Sanqin if I am lost on the road?

"Homesickness on the Night of Winter Solstice in Handan" - Bai Juyi

On the winter solstice in Handan Posthouse, the shadows in front of the lanterns hugging the knees accompany me.

I want to sit at home late at night and talk about people traveling far away.

"Winter Solstice Night Sent to the Capital's Brothers and Cui Du Shui" -----Wei Yingwu

There is no foreign policy in the county, so the main concern is vegetarian food. I was ordered to go to the capital, and I stayed there in the cold weather.

Ziyue is full of energy, and the sun is at the extreme south. I already have a sense of the season, but I also feel the sadness of parting.

Private Yan Xiyun is over, and he is still fasting at night. The deep curtain sinks into the sky, and a solitary lamp shines on the bed sheets.

We should miss each other this evening, and would rather forget the good old days. The journey to Sichuan is long and winding, with tears running down the drain.