A poem describing winter: winter without snow.
Wen Yinghui
There is no snow in winter, and there is no sleep.
Wandering thoughts and words,
Miss the city full of nights.
I can't forget your smiling face.
mellow moonlight
Take it to the whole city for me,
Take the gift you gave me,
Get used to putting it gently on your lips,
The warmth of love is refreshing.
Pick a piece
Yellow leaves look at each other, abrupt.
There is also a magnificent autumn in the meridians.
The circle of happiness in our fairy tales.
How could I forget?
You and I gathered in the corner of the city,
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder,
The footprint of love extends happily under the moon.
You said that a hug is an elegant lotus,
I say parting is a lingering tear,
Sleep when there is no snow in winter,
Silently looking forward to warm our sunny day.
No matter how bright the roses are,
It will fade one day,
There is only one moment of true love that is slightly sad.
Always remember in my love letter.
Poetry 2 on Winter: Winter in the Village
Yuanyuan circle
Have you ever seen a village in winter?
Have you ever heard the sound of winter in the village?
Winter is coming.
Winter is coming in the village.
Adjacent peaks surround the whole village.
Every household in Enze Village
Leave them a warm winter.
Yellowing grass and trees are all over the field.
This is not a bleak cover-up.
This is the scene of autumn harvest.
Snow covered the whole village.
Don't just bring white gifts.
More is that Xue Rui will have good luck in a good year.
I like winter in the village.
There is no noise here, and the smoke is rolling. ...
Only quiet and clear air. ...
The bleating of sheep,
Cows whine and horses bark. ...
It's really beautiful here
Beauty lies in having a unique day.
That busy ...
It's really simple here
It's so simple, you will miss it only if you have been here.
Poetry three about winter: that winter
Apricot bird
That winter, snow covered Yuan Ye.
Cover the road where we met.
We can't talk on the road.
Being unable to speak is actually more meaningful than being able to speak.
We studied together that winter.
In order to study, we sat in the meeting until dawn.
Who knows what I'm wearing is the story of myself disappearing in vain.
This story is the saddest, but there is no need to be sad.
You came to my house that winter
Come to my house, there is a beautiful wedding dress.
Under the wedding dress is our humble and sincere love.
This love has been with us year after year.