There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branch
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow.
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are shrouded in
Dreamy silence,
Golden Mars
Jump on the snowflake. .
Sunset lazily
Shining around it,
Put more broken silver.
Spread all over the branches
Poetry 2: Quiet Birch Forest
Quiet birch forest is waiting for love
The quiet water is flowing with the long river of missing.
Tracing long-term love through time and space
Candlelight is desolate
Muwu Yiran
Lonely life
Loneliness becomes the witness of love.
Things are infinite.
White hair is like frost
Love remains the same.
I can't forget the long wait.
A desolate life
A tombstone that records love
Standing in the quiet birch forest
Poetry 3: birch forest
Carrying a red spring lantern through the gate of the ancient city.
Go to birch forest at night
At the edge of the forest, the night wind blew out the lanterns.
Inadvertently erase a string of cold footprints.
Squirrels' big tails twinkle like flames.
The remnants of ice and snow have fallen from the crown of the tree.
The thin wings of music are wrapped around the branches and gently rippling.
The squirrel put a shy red fruit on the stone table.
He and his shadow are relatively speechless
Drink red wine and eat fruit.
A crescent moon lit up the eyes of the birch tree.
The red squirrel disappeared deep in the forest.
Poetry 4: Give birch no wood.
The Beauty of Lushan Mountain and the Beauty of Ganshui River
Deeply hidden in the slender birch trees.
There is no wood, just a little less green in spring.
I hope to have a fruitful autumn.
The beauty of waterfalls, the show of Jiujiang
Deeply hidden in the slender birch trees.
No wood has more humanity than it.
I hope it can be called the queen of maternity kingdom.
The Beauty of Ouhai and the Wild Goose Show
Will be deeply hidden in your increasingly rich experience
Young people can still build a flagship in the workplace.
Sail in the ocean of emotion.
Poetry 5: Birch Tree
The empty and distant blue sky is my yearning.
I raise the golden flame.
To touch the deep chest
Dreams are stirring in my heart.
I stand up straight.
Write a poem of love for a season
The wind blows
I sing happily in the wind.
Sing this blue song
Moistened my burning dream
Clouds drift by.
Dye pink
Long-winged poems
I wrote a string of yearning for beauty.