Words about snow in the countryside

I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

The clouds cross the Qinling Mountains and the snow lasts for thousands of years. The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward.

There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the frozen snow shocks the bamboo shoots to sprout.

It is snowing late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold.

The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifting.