The modern poem of the first snow 1 may fault, time passes slowly.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.
The first snow of modern poetry 2 A heavy snow, overwhelming.
Fall into the night. Like countless thorns
Embedded in my bones. Touch it gently.
A homesick soul will ache for a long time.
Sigh, melancholy and confusion
Look sad. Shout at the top of one's lungs
Looking through the years, my hometown is still clear.
The hut wobbled in the howling wind.
I heard my father's disgusting cough.
Trapped in the snow
It's like being stuck in many chapters in the past
Kneel in the direction of your hometown.
Knock on the head a few times. I have an address in my heart.
It's like holding a pair of real and kind hands.
Afraid of accidentally, I slipped through my fingers.
In the crystal clear snow
Miss was very close, and I saw my mother clearly.
A sleepless night. I saw the snow in my childhood.
Still simple, without a trace of impurities.
It's freezing in the cold, and it can't freeze the firewood for homesickness.
The snow is burning and warm.
A person in a foreign land, black hair turned into white hair.
Thousands of miles away, in the depths of the season.
I'm freezing. I look at my hometown.
Eyes over the height of smoke.
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Fly freely between boundless heaven and earth
That's it.
That's it, poetry.
Just have fun.
It rains like this.
From the heart
I feel your pure beauty.
Long winter because of your arrival.
And accelerated the pace.
Meet in the white world
Weave beautiful fairy tales
This is natural love.
This is a wonderful marriage.
In this beautiful season
I don't have to hide it anymore.
Want to express as much as possible
Frozen emotions have been talking.
Break through all the doors
Powerful forces are gathering.
Hold high the upward flag.
Come on! Let the snowstorm come more violently
Will became a wild horse leaving Xinjiang.
Sweep away all the fog and haze
Clean up the world.
The modern poetry of the first snow is magnificent, one, two, three. ...
Dancing in white tulle.
Spin in the air
Fell on the roof and lit the tiles.
Fall on the treetops and smile.
Fell to the ground and drew a picture.
Fall on the face, warm snowflakes.
Fall on your eyelashes, shine and blink.
Fall in the palm of your hand and gradually melt.
Fall down everywhere
Sing softly and rustle.
A brisk dance step.
With the wings of an angel
Shining with the light of elves
Wash away the noise
Wash away the prosperity
Quiet emptiness, quiet night.
Be quiet for a while.
Beautiful sky, beautiful winter.
Beautiful world
The modern poetry of the first snow may be a nostalgia for your weakness.
Maybe it's a short-term desire for you
Waiting all the year round
Just for that warm reappearance.
There you are, through the four seasons.
With a pure smile
Hanging gently on the branch
Quietly scattered in the mountain stream
I walked into your world.
Hold up the falling snowflakes with your fingertips.
You are shy.
Turn into tears of joy
Gently make my heart tremble.
Spread ideas around the world
Let you stay in the flowering yard
Take the sunlight as the line.
Weave a pair of snow wings
Fly with you for nine days
Modern Poetry of First Snow 6 Love of First Snow
I long to see you I can't see;
I listen, listen to me, I can't hear you.
I always thought you would be my life,
Even though I am deaf and dumb, I still have you with me.
Why did you leave first in this battle of love?
Would it be a little comforting if I left first?
Was this love a mistake from the beginning?
So it must be solved in the right way?
Why has this love gone through so many ups and downs but not become stronger?
Love too much or not enough?
Or maybe we can't afford it?
In love, only love is deep, there is no right or wrong.
Perhaps parting is not the end of the old, but a new beginning.
God takes something from you, and he will give you something better.
Why is my love taken away, but there is nothing better?
If you lose something in one day, it will come back in the opposite day.
Why did I lose you in the first snow but didn't come back on the day when everything recovered?
Water under the bridge.
I hope you remember,
I once became lovers with a girl who loved you very much in the first snow.
However, you abandoned her in the first snow.
When you don't have true love, please don't complain that God didn't give you true love.
There is no true love because you don't deserve it.