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.