There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Yong Xue Fu Cha
It snowed for ten days in Beijing, and everyone was full.
Hu er tried to sweep lightly, leaving a bright little window.
Liu Changqing, the owner of Snow Lotus Mountain.
Sunset in the distance,
The weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men heard dogs barking,
The snowstorm came again at night.
Don Gao wrote Snow.
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white.
At this time, the tall building looked into the distance, and all the dangerous forks in the human world were covered with snow.
Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, and darkness covers its endless clouds.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Popular in the North by Tang Li Bai
Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming.
Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this? Only the north wind is angry with the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and pieces of them blow off XuanYuanTai.
You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.
Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall.
Don't mention the sword to save the border pass, leave this tiger with a handle of gold.
There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.
The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back.
I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.
The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow!