The verses about the heavy snow are as follows:
"Travel to the North Wind" (Tang Dynasty) by Li Bai
The candle dragon lives in the humble gate, and the light is still open. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning on the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold. When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows, and a spider spins a web of dust. The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes. The Yellow River can be blocked with earth, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.
Appreciation: Li Bai is a talented poet with extraordinary imagination. "The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as mats, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace one by one." The snowflakes are as big as mats, and they fall on Xuanyuan Terrace one by one. It's wonderful to imagine soaring. This poem has always been called a model of exaggeration and a good metaphor in poetry.
2. "Snow on the River" (Tang Dynasty) Liu Zongyuan
Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.
Appreciation: Liu Zongyuan wrote that Xue was lonely and self-harmed, reflecting his own mood at this time. A fisherman was fishing alone in his coir raincoat when the mountains were closed by heavy snow. It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, lonely and sad. Rather than saying that the fisherman catches fish, it is better to say that he catches loneliness.
3. "Snowy Night" (Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
I was surprised that the quilt was cold and the window was bright again. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.
Appreciation: Bai Juyi was inspired to write this poem on a snowy night. It was snowing, and the quilt and pillows were cold. I looked up at the window sill, which was brightly illuminated by the snow. The snow was falling heavier and heavier. Lying on the bed, I heard the sound of the tree branches breaking. Bai Juyi contrasts the heavy snow from the side, and the branches are covered with snow at night. Many people have such life experience.