don Meng Jiao's "ode to bitter cold": the sky is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice has no cracks, and there is cold light in a short day.
Tang Bai Juyi's Snow at Night: I was surprised that my pillow was cold, and I saw the window bright again. It was late at night to know that the snow was very large, because from time to time it could hear the sound of the bamboo branches folded.
Tang Liu Jia's "Ode to Bitter Cold": All springs are frozen, and I sing cold more earnestly. Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I feel covered with snow.
Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi of Song Dynasty: There are several plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens them alone. It's not snow from afar, because there is fragrance coming.