Modern prose poems praising winter?

In the cold winter, the stream freezes, without the old songs. The earth seems to have put on a silvery white pajamas and slept peacefully. The earth is as white as endless cotton. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

: winter

Silent season

Cold drives everything away.

The air left behind

Static stagnation

Time in the air

Reflect the whiteness of snow

Don't go any further.

But how can the wind stop on the branches?

Close your eyes and sleep?

My winter has begun.

Winter is the oldest and most desolate season.

I feel like I'm getting old.

This lonely time will come sooner or later.

Melancholy regrets flashed before my eyes.

My blurred eyes drift by.

The gloom of ivy climbing and wandering

A pair of burning eyes

Fade out behind tears

Yes, my winter has begun.

The dissolute youth is on the corner wall.

Eyes that I didn't want before seducing.

Emit admiring green light in spring.

After all, my feelings are cold around fire.

I'm afraid these memories will fade and melt in the thick snow.

I dare not say that I am worried about losing my luster when I am old.

I will not be isolated and silent like a drooping willow.

: "Winter Festival"

Light a pair of pale candles

Salute my hibernating love.

It's snowing in the sky, tears in previous lives.

Into this snowflake—

Empty time, faded memory.

Only the feeling of bronze faded.

Cook a pot of bitter wine at home

Drink with snowflakes

Raise a glass to toast.

Withered candlelight

Let love indulge in my dream tonight.

Next spring is coming

Can I drink at the altar?

: Early winter dusk

I wonder if the wind brought winter.

Or did the rain bring a chill?

Tired tenderness

Leng added another coat.

wind

This is an endless Long song.

How many times in the cold voice?

Can't float out of the vastness of time

A new road deep in the jungle

once again

Scattered everywhere

rain

With a wet heart

Floating through spring, summer, autumn and winter

On the empty branch

but

Become poor and homeless

dusk

Gradually thicken

People are scattered.

The light jumped out of the window.

study

What marks?

night

Always catch the tail of dusk

Swallow completely from scratch

so far

All decorations

meaningless

As long as there is a spark.

You can understand.

Distance from each other

light

Because of loneliness

I chose my life.

At the end of this dusk

Make the night bright