Poems praising the community snow sweepers.

This is a poem and feeling I wrote after sweeping the snow. I wonder if it will help.

The snow fell without a trace.

It snowed in front of the stadium.

Quiet and full of frost.

Meet you thousands of miles away,

Ask him what he is good at.

The morning light stays away from the railing,

It is foggy at night.

A row of white hands,

The sky is blue.

Take off and land,

Give people a cold and warm taste.

How hard it is to walk,

The roads here are very smooth.

Describe the snow sweepers who are not afraid of the cold and devote themselves to the front line, exchanging their own labor for others' smooth roads and convenient travel.

The title is "Snow Falls Without Traces",

First, it is described that the snow sweeper has high working efficiency, and there is no trace of snow falling, which does not affect travel;

The second is to describe their behavior as spring breeze and rain, moistening things silently.