the origin of is like a spring gale, come up in the night
"is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" comes from the poem "a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home" written by Cen Can in the Tang Dynasty. The original poem is as follows:
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, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.
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.
Translation:
The north wind swept across the earth and broke the white grass, and heavy snow fell in the sky in northern Saibei in August.
It seems that the spring breeze blows overnight, and the trees are like pear blossoms.
Snowflakes fly into the bead curtain and wet the curtain, so it's too thin to cover the fox fur without warmth.
The general's hands are too cold to open his bow, and the armor is too cold to put on.
The boundless desert is covered with thick ice, and the sky in Wan Li is filled with gloomy clouds.
wine is placed in the commander's account as a farewell party for returning guests, and the Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi are played together to entertain.
In the evening, the heavy snow kept falling in front of Yuanmen, and the red flag froze and the wind could not pull it.
See you off to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. When you go, Tianshan Road is covered with snow.
You have disappeared from the winding mountain road, leaving only a line of horseshoe marks on the snow.