The beautiful poems related to snow are as follows:

1. The moon is shining outside the crystal curtain, and there are layers of snow on the pear branches. The sky and the earth are all white, and the mountains, rivers and clouds are clear. The crane is cold and dreaming of the pine-topped moon, and the remaining plum blossoms in the flowing water are soaked in the fragrant snow.

2. The bamboos near the pond are becoming greener, and the snow reflecting on the steps is like jade. In the floating life, I only respect the old man in front of me, and the road to Chang'an is covered with snow. Drinking and fasting late at night, opening the pavilion during the snow. The flowers are floating in the air, the color is pure and the curtains are moist.

3. The forest flowers in the snow are all similar. If you recognize the fragrance, send a branch. Drunk in the boat, the flow of information leads to the depths of the flower.

4. The flowing water is cool and the broken bridge crosses the road with plum branches. The snowflakes are flying down, like Jiangnan paintings.

5. When the years are falling, Tianbaoyao flowers help things bloom. Since ancient times, it has been marked as auspicious, and no one can compare it to Yanghua.

6. Snow covered the front yard last night, and today I warm my wine and enjoy the beautiful scenery. The flowers are dancing in the cold breeze of the warm stove, and the white snow and red plum blossoms are walking in a dream. It's cool, graceful and crystal clear, with thin snow on the ground and stars in the sky. It's not that I prefer this kind of snow, I have my own heart and soul to express my true feelings.

7. A lone boat is moored by the Dongting at night, with green lights facing the passenger ship and old plum blossoms blowing in the early wind. When the canopy is pushed open, the sky is full of snow. The poet and the wind and snow compete for the lead, and the snow flakes and the wind fight fiercely. Poetry and snow are intertwined, and they smile.

8. The cold wind dances with the leaves, and the air-conditioning intoxicates the frost. Sleeping in the wind, the sky is red and white. One piece of white, a little bit of red, once the winter snow was faintly red. It is as white as snow lotus blooming, just like the coming of spring. Ruochun admires the beautiful flowers, waiting for Bai Rong to come later.

9. When the moon enters the mountain, the pine gold breaks, and the river wind blows the water and snow avalanches. The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries.

10. The high branches have made the wind their friend, and the dense leaves can retain snow as flowers. Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.