Poems of Bai Juyi
I wake astounded in my cold, cold bed
And out the window all I see is light.
Past midnight now and all the snow is deep.
I hear the bamboo crack and break with cold.
Like 微雨夜行 - Walking in Night's Fine Rain, this is another weather doodle from 815. It may also be a fantasy. He is down in Sichuan and, unless he is wandering in the mountains on a rustic poet's romp, it is unlikely to be this cold down there. Maybe he just wishes it was cold and is dealing with the heat as best he can eleven hundred years before air-conditioning.