Appreciation of Poems on Snowy Night

Know some sentences about snow, I wonder if there is anything you want! ! Look at it. Grass withered eagle eye disease, snow as light as horseshoe. (Wang Wei's hunting) We chased them, the horses were lightly loaded, and the snow burden of our bows and our swords. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun) I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it smells good. (Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi) A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue") Chai Men smells dogs barking and returns to people in the snowy night. (Liu Changqing's "Lord of Furong Mountain in the Snow") Qinghai has a long journey to the dark snow mountain, and the lonely city looks at Yumenguan. (Wang Changling's Seven Armies) I want to cross the Yellow River, and the ice-choked ferry has to climb the snow-capped mountains. (Li Bai's Difficult to Go to the Sky) Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow. (Gao Shi's "Biedongda") The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and the boat is moored at the gate of Wan Li, Wu Dong. (Du Fu's quatrains) The north wind rolls the white grass, and eight In the snow crosses the Tatar sky. (Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Home") Play autumn wind, buy wine and fly snow in winter. (I don't know that Wang Jiao's four-qi poems started recently, but I suspect they haven't been sold since the winter snow. (Zhang Wei called it "early plum") Supplement: A lone boat, a fisherman in a cold river-snow. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance floating to Huang Yunlai during the day, and the north wind is blowing wild goose snow, and the north wind is rolling flowers on the ground. Chai Men is carrying the snow burden on our bows and swords, and In the snow is smelling dogs barking across the sky of Tatar. The window on a snowy night returns to people with snow in Xiling, while the boat, Wan Li, is parked at the gate and opens in the morning. The mountains are covered with snow, and the snow is clear. When he heard the sound of bamboo clouds crossing the Qinling Mountains in autumn, the snow embraced green horses, branches and oranges. The frozen snow scared the bamboo shoots to sprout and the snow began to disappear. He went to the dark snow-capped mountains in Qinghai, and watched the Yanshan snowflakes as big as mats in Yumenguan in the lonely city, which blew down the desert of Xuanyuantai in succession. The moon in Yanshan looks as white as snow, but the snow is as white as snow.