Xiaoxue's modern poem 1 has never been in this festival, in the ancient city.
Seen real snow.
Snow is just a word hidden in my heart.
Snow in the light snow until the blizzard.
They don't play cards according to common sense, and mixing is their strength.
Of course, giving charcoal in the snow is the most popular.
Snow is romantic, especially light snow.
So embarrassing.
Express the joy of coming with a brisk song and dance.
Snow is bold, and Xiaoxue is full of confidence.
It expands the scope of care as much as possible.
Express your special liking and face the cold challenge.
Its smallness does not mean its meanness.
The nature of snow determines
Pure is the ultimate goal of obsession.
Imagine an unexpected visitor coming one morning.
Surrounded by glittering and translucent snow
I will open the exclusive door for xiaoxue.
Xiaoxue Modern Poems 2 Me Before You.
I'm on this lonely road
Look around and look back.
Now, in front of you
I can release all the fetters.
Leave it for you to bury.
Maybe, you are between heaven and earth.
The softest part, the loving part
To wrap the wounds and pains in the world.
A damp and heartless crack
But I like you better.
The courage to bury the past
The decisive decision of a strong man to break his wrist
Set out neatly.
In the white future
Bloom my gorgeous footprints
Xiaoxue Modern Poetry 3 Try to find some words.
Like poems and roads, some random thoughts.
Chew the warmth of winter.
Before the snow fell, the cold wind blew away the whispers.
The temperature of love is slowly dissolved and restored.
If you are here, say goodbye to years of lovesickness.
There is no need for the moon to move flowers and ghosts.
The faint cold smoke dotted the dusk.
The world of mortals has you, and it is destined to have another self.
Waiting for you to sing softly
Slowly moving time is as beautiful as a song.
Some helplessness and sadness will occupy your thoughts.
It's better to sit still and take it as it is than never to return.
At this time, a tree has plum buds and the fragrance is surging.
Snow reflects the fragrance, not your personality.
It's cold, it's cold, it's really winter.
Thin cold leaves, weak autumn chrysanthemum.
Coupled with the mind of the residual lotus, the reflection becomes a story.
Listen, birds bring the north wind.
Memories flying all over the sky
Who is it? Is boundless; Who is it? Wearing silver makeup.
Wandering, but it used to be those glittering and translucent.
Fine and smooth, one grain at a time.
Haw, this time, there is still time.
Xiaoxue Modern Poetry 5 is still trudging on the seasonal river.
Temples and temples along the way
Some of them were defeated.
However, the white wall of Yamato is still meditating in the old days.
The morning bell and the evening drum are like yesterday.
The big dipper sinks in the west, and my journey is in a hurry.
The cold wind is under the front window of the post office.
Watch the sky with me at night: Yin and Yang of heaven and earth.
It's like a love-hate relationship that can't be separated for a moment.
People are kind and warm.
I remember a poet said one by one.
You can't write poetry like a man, and you can't write poetry like a man.
As for this poem about Xiaoxue, it's for you.
The wind tomorrow morning pushed open the small window of the post office: in the fog.
This is my confession to you.
Xiaoxue Modern Poetry 6 When the first snowflake falls,
Lu Hua was present, and the lake receded again and again.
Reed flowers can no longer straighten their backs.
I didn't find the secret recipe, so I boiled a few words into scripture.
The wild duck chooses silence, and the snowflake has recognized the reed flower.
I don't want to be an outsider.
The lake is very thin and there is no mention of moss.
Snowflakes are falling, just like my relatives who make a living everywhere.
Xiaoxue's modern poem 7 is in the form of cooking smoke.
Wandering in the autumn window
Bow to the crops
stick it out
Wild geese sing like folk songs.
Hold the land under your feet in your palm.
Leaves with glutinous rice, forming temperature.
Put the aftertaste of reed roots into memory.
Sunshine is like a net.
You are standing on the shore with white hair.
Protect the waters of your home.
Listen to the monologue of the fish
Green withered, like mother.
Thin and shriveled arms
Raise the warm color