Poetry about skiing

A poem about skiing

1, I don't know if the court collapsed today, but I suspect it snowed in Hualin's garden last night.

2. Like a spring gale, it blows at night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees and "sending them to Wu".

3. Chun Xue was too late, and I wore the court tree as the flying flower "Chun Xue"

4, through the jagged night, the pale snow in the mountains, a lonely candle stranger, "outside the night"

5. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and the fragments of Xuanyuantai's "Northern Fashion" are blown off.

6, thousands of miles in Huang Yun during the day, the north wind blowing geese and snow has "don't be big"

7. Outside the window is the autumn snow in Xiling, and outside the door is the "quatrains" of Wan Li ships moored to Wu Dong.

8, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow "Jiang Xue"

9. The grass withers and the eagle is anxious, and the snow is light. (Wang Wei: Hunting)

10, we chased them, the burden of horses was very light, the burden of snow on our bows and swords. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")

1 1, you know from a distance that it's not snow, because it smells good. (Wang Anshi: Plum Blossom)