Lyrics of Han Yu's "thinking of snow"

Under the wind

Blow down the plum blossom in the lane

Wax near the window

Who cares about candlelight

Painting with splash ink

The pen stops, the memory is that moment

Make tea in a small stove

Snow hits the clothes and hair of passers-by

Acacia is not over

Listen to the pipa on the Bank of the river

Kitchen smoke fisherman

The heart is like a frozen reed

That summer

I want to leave home when I come back

Slow stroke in awning

The waves reflect on your cheek

A sleepless guest

Ji snow has been full of green stone tiles

The frost beat the fallen leaves hazy and picturesque

The moon is serene, but tears are silent

Acacia is not over

Listen to the pipa on the Bank of the river

Kitchen smoke fisherman

The heart is like a frozen reed

That summer

I want to leave home when I come back

Slow stroke in awning

The waves reflect on your cheek

A sleepless guest

Ji snow has been full of green stone tiles

The frost beat the fallen leaves hazy and picturesque

The moon is serene, but tears are silent

The wind is blowing, the world is lonely

The restaurant at the entrance of the lane

Two couplets in the past

Picturesque years, who warms my concern