A classic poem about beginning of winter? Write three

The drizzle is cold and frost-free, and the leaves in front of the court are half green and half yellow. Koharu won't be here for many days, and plum blossoms will be in full bloom.

-Song Chou-yuan's Two Poems about beginning of winter

Qifeng is vast and scattered, and the drizzle is slightly wet. Ken thinks Hanxin is still early this year, and the old lady hasn't packed cotton in brown yet.

-Song Chou-yuan's Two Poems about beginning of winter

The lotus pond that fell into the water dried up and the west wind gradually turned into the north wind. Boxwood is stubborn, birch is soft and semi-sparse. Frost on the door can wake up bones, and the afterglow on the window is good for reading. I'm going to sing Xue Mei on March 9th and borrow my own small stove. -Zijin Frost "beginning of winter"