Forty-first Yuan robbed the mother locust, the temple plum blossom snow tea, forty-ninth Yuan, the flowers of white snow and red plum powder in the glazed world were cut to be fishy, and the fiftieth Yuan, the temple contended for an impromptu poem, which was warm and fragrant and elegant.

A poem that takes snow as a metaphor: treasure your beauty, cover the door by day, and fill the moss basin hand in hand with the urn. Rouge washes away the shadow of the autumn platform, and ice and snow absorb the soul. Only when you are weak can you know that flowers are more colorful, but when you are sad, you can get jade without trace. If you want to pay for the cleaning in Bai Di, you will get dizzy if you don't talk about Tingting.

This is the thirty-seventh poem written by Heng (Baochai) reciting, "Autumn frost Zhai Heng Wuyuan night accidentally married Haitang Society". There is a word snow in it.

"Snow is the bones and muscles, and it is easy to forget." Baochai said: "Snow evokes the soul", Baoyu said: "Seven balances make a basin full of snow", and Xiangyun said: "Autumn clouds hold snow". They all used the word "snow" in unison, naturally because of Bai Haitang's white color, but at the same time, it also gave people a feeling that snow was easy to melt in a short time.