Tang Li Bai

It is too lazy to write new poems with a frozen pen, and the wine is warmed in a cold stove.

Drunkenly looking at the ink flower and the white moon, I wonder if the snow fills the village in front of me.

Composed on the day of the first winter

Song - Lu You

The room is small enough to accommodate my knees, and the wall is low enough to reach my shoulders.

The month of the awarding of clothes is just over, and the day of the first fur.

Inch by inch, the coals of the bonfire, baht by baht, the cloth is covered with cotton.

It's been a long time since I've been a teacher, but I'm glad to see that I've been able to make it everywhere.

The day before the winter frost on the chrysanthemums have feelings

Song - Qian Shi

Last night's frost cold flocculation bedazzled, have red leaves full of steps.

The gardens are swept away by the west wind, but the yellow flowers are not responsible for the fall.

Poem on the Twenty-fourth Day of the Winter and October Festival

Tang Yuan Zhen

Frost fell on the people, and the light ice strained the water.

The toad will come out, and the geese will bring a few lines of residue.

The field has been collected, and the clothes and furs have been made to look at.

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

Winter Scenery

Song Su Shi

The lotus is gone, and the chrysanthemum is still there.

A year of good scenery must be remembered, the most is the orange, yellow, orange and green time.