At midnight, the wind's might grew grand,
This morning, auspicious snow is displayed.
Hovering and circling as if awaiting command,
Adhering to surfaces, too light to be weighed.
Layer upon layer, sifted down by the clouds,
Time and again, clustered by rain's gentle crowds.
Carved and engraved, not by common skill's art,
Melting and freezing, as if without a heart.
The Milky Way stealthily covered and erased,
Heaven and earth seem to merge, interlaced.
Though the vast sky is bound in white,
Wherever it touches, it spreads left and right.
Withered and lush, all adorned anew,
Depressions and heights leveled in a single view.
Unevenly overlapping, covering the ground,
Scattered and messy, meeting all around.
Distant peaks vaguely disappear from sight,
Tall pines alone stand in glorious light.
Its brightness reaches the ghosts' deep lair,
Its sternness descends like heavenly troops with care.
Wastefully swirling, following the horse's trail,
Encroaching and surrounding the city's pale.
Its awe breeds swords and halberds' might,
Its appearance resembles official caps upright.
Towers and pavilions, on the verge of collapse,
Crows and kites silenced, no sound perhaps.
Cliffs sealed, crouching jackals rise in fright,
Banks broken, hibernating dragons take flight.
The earth's axis seems as if it might break,
Forest treetops struggle the heavy load to take.
Intense cold expels miasmic poison's blight,
Harmonious air enters spring ploughing's light.
Though it learns the towering posture so high,
How can its reputation be but thin and shy?
Melting in secret, knowing the ground grows warm,
Sitting facing it, one feels spirit's calm.
Intertwining, dancing before the door,
Glistening and sparkling, dazzling to the core.
Its taste suits testing with fine tea,
Its strength vies with wine's authority.
Who can appreciate this splendid scene?
Quiet chanting seems with feeling keen.
Opening wine jars, it adorns with grace,
Exhaling warm breath, I write to appraise.
Old tales speak of three farmers' delight,
Measured deep, a foot of snow in height.
Worried for the people, my heart sincere,
Beating earthen jars, I aid the cheerful cheer.