1. Jiang Xue
Tang Liu Zongyuan
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
a little boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow.
2. a suggestion to my friend liu
Tang Bai Juyi
there's a gleam of green in an old bottle, there's a stir of red in the quiet stove.
there's a feeling of snow in the dusk outside, what about a cup of wine inside?.
3. a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Don Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, everyone is cold in his armor.
the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.
4.
Tang Liu Changqing
At dusk, Cangshan Mountain is far away, and the weather is cold and the house is poor.
Chai Men smells dogs barking, and the snow returns to people at night.
5, "Xuemei"
Song Lu Meipo
Mei Xue refused to surrender in the spring, and the poet's pavilion commented on the pen fee.
Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses a piece of plum fragrance.
6. Farewell to Mr. Lu
Don Xue Tao
On the snowy night in front of Yulei Mountain, I left my soul outside Jinguan City.
If the son of Xinling asks questions, he feels grateful to Yimen.
7. Hunting
Tang Wang Wei
The general hunts Weicheng with a bow.
the grass withers and the eagle suffers from eye diseases, but the snow is as light as a horseshoe.
I suddenly passed Xinfeng City and returned to Xiliuying.
looking back at the carving place, the clouds are flat for thousands of miles.
8. Plum Blossoms
Song Wang Anshi
There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone.
I know from afar that it is not snow, because there is fragrance coming.