Poems in praise of Jinan's winter are like snow in abundance, and the difference between sprinkling salt and air can be drawn, but catkins are not like the wind. (Xie Daoyun: "Poems on Snow")
I don't know that the recent splash started first, but it is suspected that it has not been sold after winter snow. (Zhang Wei: "Morning Plum")
I don't know if the court will fall today, but I suspect that the forest flowers bloomed last night. (Song Zhiwen: "How to Deal with Snow in the Garden")
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountains. The horizon of the sky, the corner of the sea, and the intimate friends are half scattered. A gourd ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. (Li Shutong: "Farewell")
If there is no bosom friend in the road ahead, everyone in the world knows you. (Gao Shi: Bie Dong Da)
Where a single person may perish, two people together may be saved. -Balzac
The wind is white and the color is cold, and the snowflake is as big as a hand. Tang Li Bai's "Mocking the King Liyang and Refusing to Drink"
Winter will be promoted tonight, and tomorrow will be long. (Dong Sigong: Shou Sui)
Freezing hands and feet: describes the cold weather.
treat everyone equally, confide in a few people, and don't lose anything to anyone. -Shakespeare
Children are neighbors in winter school, but they are ignorant but precious. (Lu You: Living in the Suburb in Autumn)
Shocking bamboo from the wind, opening the door is full of snow. Tang Wang Wei's "Remembering Hu Jushi's home on a winter night"
The lonely sail is far from the sky, and only the Yangtze River flows in the sky. (Li Bai: "a farewell to meng haoran on his way to yangzhou")
Every winter solstice in Handan Post, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the lamp. (Bai Juyi: Homesick at Night on the Winter Solstice)
Cold rain enters Wu at night even in the river, and seeing off visitors to the lonely mountain of Chu in Pingming. (Wang Changling: at hibiscus inn parting with xin jian)
You may forget the person you laughed with; But you will never forget the people you cried with. -Ji Bolun
till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, to bring me my shadow and make us three. Li Bai
Two orioles are singing green willows, and a row of egrets are flying into the sky. My window frames the snow-crowned western mountain scene. My door oft says to eastward-going ships “Goodbye” (Du Fu: "Jueju")
When the winter comes, all the flowers are gone. (Chen Yi: "Mei")