Winter Snow is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it's sad at the end of the year, and it's already sad in my eyes after the snow.
all the flowers are harvested in winter night, but they are severely withered in winter night.
through pale snow-patches in the jagged night mountains, a lonely stranger. Don Cui Tu's
When the night is cold, the jade is scattered, and the Eastern Emperor puts a candle on the sea.
the cold wind blows my bones and the frost cuts my muscles.
Every winter solstice in Handan Post, I am accompanied by the shadow in front of the knee-hugging lamp. Winter Solstice in Handan
It's cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Don Meng Jiao's Ode to Bitterness and Cold