Poems written in the snow with wooden hearts.

In spring, I saw autumn leaves and winter snow in Xia Feng.

I have also traveled to Xiling, the eastern foot of the South-to-North Water Mountain.

But Cangshan is full of water in spring and autumn.

not equal to

You smiled at me.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

I mean, it's snowing heavily.

Never seen such heavy snow.

Like hydrangea, fluttering hydrangea

Keep drifting, keep drifting.

I opened the door and looked straight.

Xueduo is also happy.

Small as the palm of a child's hand.

It must be a lot of snowflakes together.

Loose, empty and white.

The roof on the ground will soon turn white.

The great joy of snow

I am not as happy as I am.

The snow is drifting, and I stand still.