What are the poems describing fallen leaves in winter?

1, in front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and covered with snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels. In the hazy silence, the birch stands upright in the jade, shining with brilliant snowflakes in the golden light. Birch trees wander around, and the morning glow comes late, giving the snow-covered branches a layer of silver luster. I picked up a fallen leaf.

2. Take a closer look at the withered leaves. Wrinkles are deep in the back. The veins on the back are as full as veins. There is no golden glory. It's just a gray face in Zhang Qing. It was so full and bright before. The dark green leaves sparkled with hope in the storm. Under the scorching sun, the cover is comfortable and cool. Now, driven by the cold current of fate, it curled up like an old busker and sang a trembling bass. That is a lost pear tree in my heart. Hilda doolittle's silver powder rises from the ground, which is beyond my reach.