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A poem about the winter morning sun

At dusk, the mountains are far away, it is freezing, and the houses are poor.

Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow

Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind is blowing snow.

Gao Shi's Two Poems of Biedongda University

Although the frost is light, the grass is not killed, and the desert sand is dry at the beginning.

Bai Juyi's early winter

The sun's feet are pale red, and the thin cream does not sell cassia twig.

Winter is a little gentle and harsh. It's a long day and a long night.

-Li He's "Henan Province Try December Music Words, Leap in December"