Tang Li Bai

The freezing pen is lazy to write new poems, cold stove wine warm.

Drunkenly watching the ink flower moon white, suddenly suspected that the snow filled the village before.

2, "Wing 24 Qi Poem - Winter October Festival"

Tang Yuan Zhen

Frost fall to people cold, light ice strain water diffusion.

The toad will be out of the slender shadow, and the geese will bring a few rows of residue.

The field has been collected, and the clothes and furs have been manufactured.

The day the pheasant threw himself into the water, the mirage will not be difficult.

3. Winter

Song Zijinshuang

The falling lotus pond is full of dead eyes, the west wind is gradually making the north wind call.

The yellow poplar is stubborn, the white birch is soft and half sparse.

The door is full of cold frost to wake up the bones, and the window is facing the residual light to read.

I'm going to say "Plum Snow", but I'm also going to borrow my own fireplace.

The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California.