Ancient poems about the Great Cold

The ancient poems about the Great Cold are:

1, "Twenty-four Poems in the Cold of December": Wax wine comes naturally, and the golden stove is warm. A cold should be close to the fire, so don't open the door if you have nothing to do. Winter and spring alternate, the stars and the moon remain the same? The Ming Dynasty changed the new law, and Liu Mei and others were in the spring.

2, "Back to the Great Cold in Sichuan": The wind is crazy, coming from the edge of Montenegro. Wei Kun wants to move, but the cold sun is boring. Flying sand hits the face, and snow touches the skirt. There is no jade pot wine, and the ice you drink is intestines. Birds and beasts leave no trace, and we can do it safely. Cloud is a native of China, but it has not been my territory for several years.

3, "heavy cold rain": rainy weather is cold in the morning, it is difficult to go east. The plum trees in the old garden haven't blossomed yet, so I still want to see them ten days before spring.