Appreciation of Xue's modern poems

Many poets improvised many poems about snow when they saw the snow scene. The following is a modern poem about snow that I arranged for you. I hope you like it.

Modern poems about snow 1 when she is asleep.

He walked in a small town with melting snow.

miss the old days

Constellation and in

In front of a river where ice blocks collide.

silently

Call her name

At night in the south.

Everything is as quiet as usual.

Except for a few tired petals

Because of the wind

Fall in front of her window

Modern poem 2 about snow washes the memory white and shiny.

But anyway,

Cann't get rid of it

A mark that goes deep into the bone marrow

The snow is depressing.

Like a flower.

Lose weight overnight

Numerous beautiful temptations-confusion

With Leng Xiang swaying.

Scattered eyebrows

Understand; Understanding

Singing of snow

The sadness of six petals

Jump on the ice

all

It seems that

Only at certain moments.

Moved by you

Modern poem 3 about snow: I love the snow in the north of Saibei.

flying all over the sky

Your dance is so light.

Your heart is so pure

You are Chunyu's sister.

You are the messenger sent by spring.

Messenger of spring

I like the snow in Saibei.

flying all over the sky

You use a white jade-like body

Dress up the silver world

You put your life into the earth.

Moisturize the green wheat seedlings to welcome the spring flowers.

Ah ... I love you.

Ah ... snow in Saibei, snow in Saibei.

Modern Poetry 4 On Snow in Winter Are those snow-white spirits snow?

I looked at the footprints deeply imprinted on the earth.

Is that dream catcher dancing here so early?

Hanging on the treetops is still so crystal clear,

And some naughty feathers dancing around,

The whole world seems to be quiet,

Occasionally, it is also my own footsteps.

Holding snow white,

To survive the whole winter,

Keep it in your heart and stay in it forever.

Pull out your messy heart,

Put it in a pure white,

Maybe you will get a happiness and peace.

Modern poetry is about snow on the May fault, and time passes slowly.

Time has turned into snow.

It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package

As white as the wings of an angel.

Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous

Touch every inch of this country's skin

The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.

The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.

Iris climbed up the slope gradually.

Looking into the distance, it is white.

I seem to have seen it before.

Gentle and quiet

Larks sing legends.

A melody circulated in legend

Unprinted chapters in poetry.

Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light

Bloom, Pak Lei, White pear flower falls

Flowing pearls

Like the eyes of love.

The road is weathered.

Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.

Those flexible stories

Turn into the sound of snowball keys.

Generous and elegant

Time flies, and May has passed.

White gauze left by time

Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.

The sky disappeared.

There is a continuous message.

Look into the distance for a long time.

This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.