Snow is like plum blossom, and plum blossom is like snow, which is both strange and beautiful (Lv Benzhong)
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone; Knowing from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance (Wang Anshi)
When six flying flowers enter the house, sit down and watch the green bamboo turn into lovely branches (part one)
Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint (Cen Can)
Where is home in the Qinling Mountains? Snow embraces the green horse and returns (Han Yu)
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. They are as clean as jade, as white as silver, as light as smoke, as soft as cotton, so clean and so gentle. I often go out for air on snowy days, because I just like the feeling of standing in the snow, listening to the sound of stepping on the snow, and letting snowflakes fall gently on my shoulders.