Poetry describing the wild scenery in winter

It's winter when it's windy, so you can't see it when you walk in the suburbs. Frost is harmful, and snow is abundant. Withered vegetation hides colors, and lonely mountains and rivers are lush. It is always said that spring is infinitely good, and plum blossoms come from bitter cold.

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The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li floats. Looking at the inside and outside of the Great Wall, the river suddenly loses its surging. The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height. When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

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Yushu Qionghua spent a night making up, cold wave and black snow. The cold wind blows hard in the morning, and the cold ground sounds are misty. Prunus mume leaves, ice is frozen first. The porch window is colorful, and the pear tears are soaked in ink.