Ancient poems about frost and appreciation of poems about frost solar term

What are some ancient poems about Frost’s Descent? Du Mu, a famous Tang Dynasty poet, described Frost's Descent like this: "I stop my car and sit to enjoy the maple forest in the evening, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers in February." Next, let's see some other classic poems about the Frost's Descent solar term.

Appreciation of ancient poems about frost

Mountain Walk

Tang/Du Mu The stone path is slanting up the cold mountain, and there are houses where white clouds are born.
I stop my car and sit to enjoy the maple forest in the evening, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers in February.

"Sending Li Jiu to Nanyang"

Tang/Qian Qi Jade Pillar and Golden Jar I am not happy when drunk, I look eastwards on Yunshan Post Road, the sound of wild geese is intermittent and far away in the evening sky,
The willow shadows are sparse and the autumn is cold. The frost has fallen and the fragrant herbs are wet in the deep forest; the strings are startled in the imperial garden and the mandarin ducks are lost.
When autumn comes, I look back and see that the emperor’s gate is blocked. I should sing on horseback and it is difficult to travel.

Dulingsou

Tang/Bai Juyi The old man of Duling, who lives in Duling, cultivates more than one hectare of thin land every year.
There was no rain in March and dry winds arose. The wheat seedlings did not grow and many of them turned yellow and died.
Frost falls in September and autumn comes early, and the ears of grain are green and dry before they are ripe.
The officials knew that the case would not be solved, so they quickly collected taxes and conducted examinations.
If I sell my mulberry trees and land to pay rent to the government, how will I have food and clothing next year?

"Dawn in the Mountains"

Tang/Yuan Jichuan, the Milky Way has seen a dark frost, and yesterday the festival items were special. I am ashamed that I do not have the appearance of a fairy, how can I have both yin and yang?
The spiritual bird is out of sight, and I feel sad for the tall tree. The beautiful leaves flutter in the wind, and the precious branches are mixed with weeds.
I sing for you in the cold valley, and sigh with regret.