Appreciation of Modern Snow Poems

"Like a spring wind, it comes at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees." Snow is falling, dancing, flying, hovering or falling rapidly in the air, spreading on the ground, on the roof and on the playground. White snowflakes are dancing like dancing fairies. Really beautiful! The following is an appreciation of modern poems describing snow. Welcome to read!

1 Modern Snow Poems: When Snow Melts

Author: Xi Murong

While she was sleeping,

He walked in a small town with melting snow.

Miss the old days,

Constellation, and now,

In front of the river where the ice blocks collide,

Gently,

Calling her name,

At night in the south,

Everything was as quiet as usual,

Except for a few tired petals,

Because of the wind,

Fall in front of her window.

2 Modern Snow Poetry: Poetry of Snow

Author: Xi Murong

Did those snow-white elves fall in the winter snow?

I looked at the footprints deeply imprinted on the ground,

Is that dream catcher dancing here so early?

Hanging on the treetops is still so crystal clear,

And some naughty feathers dancing around,

The whole world seems to be quiet,

Occasionally, it is also my own footsteps.

Holding snow white,

To survive the whole winter,

Keep it in your heart and stay in it forever.

Pull out your messy heart,

Put it in a pure white,

Maybe you will get a happiness and peace.

Modern Snow Poetry: Snowy Night

Author: Moonlight Birch

Standing under the northern sky,

Tonight, waiting for your hexagonal beauty,

Wash away my fiery life,

The lines of the rails are always hard,

Traffic lights and those running. Steel,

String together a season of misty flowers,

The whistle rolled up the north wind,

Carve my footprints one by one,

Wind chimes of different shades,

Listen to the sound of metal,

Beat the season,

Cold heart.

Modern Poetry about Snow: Huizhou Snow

Author: Huizhou Snow

This winter is still dry and cold,

Without snow,

The west wind tore a hole in the corner,

Inverted cotton sleeves,

Distance is gradually eroded by night,

Locked in the bright moon.

The heart is boundless,

Wandering stars,

Silent as a ghost,

Insist on the ankle of a long journey,

Mother bent down,

Tears crumpled the gray time,

I cried and couldn't find my way home.

On the other side of time,

Mottled white brick houses,

Wave to me from a distance.

The road is not ahead,

The heart is not in the heart,

The swaying bamboo tips on the roof,

Pierce the silence tonight,

Heavy snow flooded in Huizhou.

Modern Snow Poetry: Snowflakes Flying

Author: Jindalai in winter

Snowflakes are fluttering,

Some fell on the waist of the tree,

Listen to the two swallows left behind,

Whispering and hugging in the branches.

Snowflakes are fluttering,

A few flowers floated to the ancient temple on the mountain,

There are monks and laity,

Knock wooden fish.

Snowflakes are fluttering,

There are several wandering wilderness corners,

Sew double quilts on rocks and weeds,

Give chrysanthemum an eyebrow,

Snowflakes are fluttering,

Some of them travel together and swing south by boat.

Shepherd, farmer, what a pity,

Find a home for the cat in winter.

Snowflakes are fluttering,

Some fell on mom's hair tips,

White roofs, fences and bridges,

A smile on the edge of a wrinkle.

Snowflakes are fluttering,

Thousands of flowers are still in the air,

Two rows of red rattan are facing,

Run towards the sun.

A modern poem about snow: "It's snowing"

Author: World War II old gun

It is snowing,

Everything is white,

Standing at the window,

Look at the flying snowflakes,

Quiet and soothing,

The wind can't bear to disturb,

Leave it alone,

Quietly

Open the window,

Hold out your hand gently,

Snowflakes fall on your hands,

Cool,

Into my heart,

A moment of comfort.

I like it very much.

Arouse childhood memories,

Snowball snowball fight snowman,

Also,

Birds chirp for food,

The frolicking of companions in the snow.

Ruthless,

Accompanied by snowflakes,

Melting slowly in your hands,

Moisturize silently,

This is not only,

Tears of snow.

7 Modern Poetry about Snow: Love Snow

Author: Lu Huayin

Free and unrestrained,

This is the freedom I pursue.

Dancing,

It's the beauty I expect.

Love is your whiteness,

White is your innocence.

Innocence is your eternal smiling face,

Smiling face is my precious certificate.

When a gust of wind blows on the face,

Love that can see time.

Instant eternity,

The beauty of walking in the fog.

Like a pair of amber wings,

Shake your dreams.

Swaying in the dawn of the Ming dynasty,

The morning light stirs your hair,

A pair of lovers' eyes.

This is a heavenly voice trembling,

This is the flute in fairyland,

Stretch out the plot of everything,

Virgin skin,

Reflect your sad mood.

Modern Poetry on Snow: Snow in Beijing.

Author: Cowherd Baby

This is a tight string, inadvertently,

A little, a petal, a cluster.

Snow in Beijing, on purpose,

The pallor flying all over the sky,

Can't fill this unfathomable sky.

I am uneasy and open my arms hard.

Want to hug this holy soul tightly.

It snows in Beijing. Wandering,

Hanging high in the treetops, inexplicably sad,

Exclusive, the forgotten peace here.

Out of wishful thinking, I shook my palm hard,

Even a little, a drop, is already cold.

It snows in Beijing. In a hurry,

When it fell, it left a trail of desire,

It's so dark. It's so dark.

Can't give up, a thousand-year-old unsolved wish,

I did not hesitate to wipe the ice front of Henggu on my face.

Snowfall and cold wave in Beijing,

It can't be like the rain in the south,

After the rain, a rainbow appeared.

9 Yu Xue's Modern Poetry: The First Snow

Author: Xiao Chi

Last night, I dreamed,

Dreaming that you flew all over the sky,

Can't catch it, can't catch it,

From my fingers,

Disappear and run.

Tonight, I wait,

You in the snow,

Still coming,

Bring the news of spring,

But why am I,

Why don't you dare to touch you,

Why,

My heart is still so empty.

10 modern snow poem: miss the snowy day

Author: SmithKline

Silent gestures remain unchanged,

There's the sound of snow falling,

Gently brushed his forehead,

Slightly cold,

The sadness and happiness that have disappeared without a trace,

Transparency gradually turns white,

Warmth can change all kinds of faces,

In nostalgia,

You can laugh,

You can cry,

You can also fly,

Missing is a bird with wings,

I walked a long way in my dream,

Just to find a number,

Tired of walking in nostalgic time,

Makes me sad,

But the days are new,

Strange,

I don't know where it came from