Bing Xin's short modern poems describing winter: Soul of Winter, Praise for Winter, This Winter, Winter, It's getting cold, etc.
1. Soul of Winter
I am a happy spirit, dancing freely between heaven and earth.
I didn't mean to wake your lonely soul and fall into your warm palm.
So I was smashed to pieces just to wet your thirsty lips.
2. A Praise for Winter
A small artificial fig leaf that came to the world.
she felt deeply uneasy and guilty, sharp as a knife, whistling to the northwest wind.
it's her, who plays the alarm bell for the whole life and covets her beauty.
The hot-tempered sun is actually warm and affectionate.
the river also holds out an ice heart, and the snowflake is even more infatuated, and suddenly plunged into the arms of winter.
3. This Winter
This winter, there is no snow on the building, and the earth is anxious.
the desolate prospect has desolated the young heart.
this winter, fallen leaves fell all over the ground.
dry veins can't bear the dream of rainbow.
4. Winter
In winter, please don't call me, because I want to hibernate.
please don't bother me in winter, because I want to hibernate.
Please don't walk too fast in winter, because I'm hibernating.
in winter, please wake me up when you leave. I want to see your last performance.
5. It's getting cold
It's getting cold, and I feel cold, but why do I always insist that it's not cold?
I tell myself this every winter, or every cold time.
I don't like winter or cold, not because this season brings sadness.
It's just that I like the warmth of bed in winter, but I don't like moving in winter.