Suddenly and violently
How many warriors have stood for years?
Bow one's head to salute you
I am holding an umbrella.
Looking at couples I've never met.
Inexplicable sadness in my heart
The snow buried under your feet
With the footsteps, screams rang out.
White clouds are falling one by one.
Cover up the previous wound
Then a footprint
Then a footprint
Continue to perfunctory
The withered willows on the shore are no longer chic.
hang one's head
lose one's vigour
at present
Loneliness is no longer a person's business.
look into the sky
A pair of cold hands carved words on my face.
You came again yesterday.
Travel forecast, publicity.
Everyone has the news.
(early) morning
I curled up in my hat.
The pedestrians in the street are very quiet.
Even the vegetable market is quiet.
Buyers and sellers seem to agree.
Lower the voice of shouting.
Skip the sound of planes overhead.
There are songs playing repeatedly in my ears.
Snowflakes are flying.
As bright as silver
As elegant as a reed flower
Scattered on the eaves.
Like fish scales and comb teeth-closely arranged
Turn around and go home.
The snowflake was caught in the hat.
I hit a tingle.
look into the sky
A pair of cold hands carved words on my face.
Although Xue's modern poem 2 is a bit stiff and shy.
And live up to your mission.
You try to clean it.
Dust in the air
Try to bury the filth
Your innocence
A row of dazzling silver flowers decorated in the crown of the tree.
Those depressed plants
Vivid because of your existence.
Dense pine branches support it
Clouds of sugar.
Will breathe slightly sweet.
Enter the heart and spleen
You didn't stay long.
When the howling wind blows
Your beautiful image has quietly gone with the wind.
Leave only a few memories
Tell people
There you are. ......
Although you are a little stiff and shy, you live up to your mission. You try your best to clean the dust in the air and bury the filth in your innocence. You decorate the trees with silver flowers, and the gloomy crown is vivid and dense because of your visit. Pine branches hold up clouds of sugar and send sweet breath into your heart and spleen. You didn't stay long. When the sun rises, your beautiful image has quietly died, leaving only some memories to tell people that you have been here. ......
Although a little stiff and shy.
And live up to your mission.
Try to remove dust from the air.
Try to bury the filth
Your innocence
Dazzling silver flowers dotted with trees.
Those sunken canopies
Vivid because of your existence.
Dense pine branches support it
Clouds of sugar.
Send a slightly sweet breath into the heart and spleen.
You didn't stay long.
When the sun rises in the sky
Your beautiful image has quietly left.
Leave only a few memories
Tell people
There you are. ......
Modern Poetry 3 of Snow I am lying in the cradle of pink.
The noise and disputes outside do not belong to my soft dream.
You lean down gently, and your lips gently touch my delicate lips.
At that moment, I woke up from a soft dream and a chapter was blank.
When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was you.
Thin cherry lips, attractive eyes like mine,
You wore white clothes and gently picked me up from the cradle.
At that time, I saw a beautiful world.
It is you who dyed my pure white world bright red, tender pink, rich green, transparent blue, pure white and dripping green. ...
You gave me light, you gave me this beautiful world,
From then on, everything was wonderful.
Everything I have is in your heart.
You woke me up from my dream with a kiss, you gave me the courage to open the door of darkness, you taught me affectionate words, and everything about me was by your side.
What happened afterwards?
Later, I lay in a white hospital bed, and the room was silent.
You reached out your hand, gently leaned over my face, and quietly kissed my heart.
At that time, I woke up and the first thing I saw was you.
Thin figure, faint fragrance,
As usual, you brought me back from the dream of death in white.
In that dream, I saw a desperate world.
Dark Yamaraja Hall, silver shackles, green jack-o'-lantern, black western Western jackdaw, gray deadwood, blue undead. ....
However, I'm not afraid anymore, because of you, you took me out of hell,
You hold my hand and guide me to the dawn of hope.
I have always lived in your heart.
and then
Then,
I knew it. I knew it. It was you lying in bed this time.
At that time, I was lying on your chest, and your clothes were wet with tears.
You sleep quietly in my world without saying a word,
You took away all the colors of my world, leaving only the faint yellow in my memory.
Do I look good? I asked you in a low voice,
That day, I finally got married, but, but when I put on my wedding dress and knelt beside you, lying on your chest, you, you slept quietly.
I don't want to be angry with you anymore. I am no longer a wayward child. I didn't unreasonably ask to go back in time.
I just wore a wedding dress, hugged your body and kissed your pale lips.
Wake up, okay? I'll kiss you this time, okay?
Once, I would wake up at the moment you kissed me.
This time, this time, after I kissed you, the first thing you saw was me, okay?
I kissed you and tried my best.
And finally?
Finally, I lay down on you and cried in despair.
My blood freezes instantly, and I don't want to lose you like this.
Is heaven beautiful? Are you still on the other side of heaven?
Honey, stop your steps and turn around and wait with nostalgia, okay?
I'm coming, I'm running to you in a pure white wedding dress,
Wait for me, okay?
I was lying in a bed in heaven, and God knitted me a pure white wedding dress.
I'm getting married. I put the flowers by your bed.
I leaned down gently, and once I kissed you, I would never let go.
At this moment, you woke up and I smiled.
The first thing we see when we open our eyes is each other.
Pink lips, same eyes,
Our love is cherished forever on the other side of the kingdom of heaven.
Modern Poetry 4 of Snow Crossing the Overlapping Seasons
Snowflakes! So elegant
Here comes the light. massive
Sew on every mountain, tree top and tile.
Instantly, countless dream elves are flying under the sky.
On the stage where the years gather and disperse.
Recite a tender poem.
It's like knocking at the door of your own heart.
All right, walk on the road. Can snow, such as falling English, and so on.
Crystal petals snuggle on your hair tips and shoulders.
Hold out your hand. The genie falls on your palm.
It curls through the skin and seems to have a cool fragrance.
Pieces, groups, unstoppable.
But quietly, quietly come and go.
That hearty, that happy, that free and easy.
Between heaven and earth, it is like a quiet and elegant paradise.
The flowers blown by the spring breeze are very charming.
However, snowflakes in the cold.
Ethereal, pure, comfortable and safe.
It is even more fascinating to publicize the vitality of life.
Those cool elves are dancing wildly.
Stretch white dance clothes and jade wings.
Like a happy and free angel, showing a spirit.
-"Because of compassion, it is cold."
The morning light filled the city. Uncovered
The lingering dance soul in the light and shadow
Drunk as a poem. The air is filled with nostalgia.
There is also the desire to fly, and there is helpless sadness.
Face the wind, soak in the snow and move forward.
Forget the noisy dust outside the fairy tale world
The deepest softness of the soul was touched again.
Heart, transparent. Impetuous, return to calm
Modern Poetry 5 of Snow The winter air this morning is slightly cool.
I felt it deeply,
On my way to work,
Through the dusty taxi window,
Seeing the floating crowd,
Put on some beautiful makeup,
Your soft palm,
What greets the sky,
Oh, there are scattered snowflakes flying,
I just found out, like,
This beautiful little girl,
Quietly flashed before my eyes,
Flying quietly like this snowflake.
My eyes are through the taxi window,
Always chasing her figure,
Holding the snowflakes dancing happily,
Seeing her purity is like,
Like this snowflake,
Smile at the sky from time to time,
Look at the snow elves,
Shining from the sky,
Oh, you haven't forgotten,
Walking in a busy block,
It seems that all the vehicles,
I've slowed down the camera for you at the moment,
Indifferent to the surrounding images,
Highlight the joy of your snow;
Oh, you're rarely in the chaos and noise,
Except for those dull people,
Enjoy the snow alone,
Look at the crystal clear snow elf,
Wearing crystal clothes.
I just felt a little cold this morning,
Because the snowflakes in early winter are flying,
Vaguely covered by the sky,
Only by examining your beauty,
It is as white as the jade in Zhongshan,
It's as clean as the water in the emerald pond.
You're like a snow elf,
Innocent little girl,
I cherish this short rush,
In this chaotic world,
So I can put the sage's prophecy,
Think about this problem over and over again,
As a spiritual practitioner,
Although this is becoming more and more common on earth,
If we really go back to heaven,
So far away that no one can see anyone.
It's snowing.
It's snowing.
I can only see
Flying in silver and white
The way home
Cold snowflakes
The missing Yi is still on the bridge.
If there is no snow
I also want to be in a happy poem
Stretch your heart.
A piece of white
I just know/I just realized/I just found out.
In the footprints of spring
Autumn harvest pillow towel
On the road of wandering
Have the softest melody
To people far away.
You are in my truest world.
Cold season
Never forget.
White silk fluttering.
Silk on the horizon
Take me to my heart.
Maybe in a dream.
It's snowing.
Condensed into cold white crystals
I didn't see you.
My thoughts are flying
Plant the love fruit of thousands of lovesickness
be unable to fall asleep in the night
I will be in the spring
Be your flying butterfly.
Snowy days are holidays.
I have been paying attention to the weather these days.
The gloomy mood is very heavy.
Longing for a snow.
Thousands of miles away
Multiple fires.
Warm and tired mood
There is a feeling that it is accurate.
Let time freeze in this dusk.
I've seen it.
everywhere
Those lost words
Whether it's red, fat or green
Or red and green manure?
Don't care about owning anymore
Still longing for this snow
Let the feather of the heart
gently
Gently fall by your side
Thicker and thicker snowfields
Let it shine
Burn sb.' s life
I still see
A painful name
Leave as scheduled
Whether symbolic or metaphorical.
snowy day
This is all one
Unforgettable festival
The modern poem Snow has seven long nights, with hazy thoughts and memories of Iraqis.
Heaven is heartless, flowers are easy to wither, empty and silent, falling apart.
Why is this situation so embarrassing? I only shed tears. .......
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Snow, flying with the wind, flying all over the sky, intoxicated with the world;
The wind, carrying snow, galloped wantonly, and the speed was so fast that it scared the immortals and buddhas.
Snowflakes are fluttering between heaven and earth, and the cold wind is whistling between heaven and earth;
The wind sings for the snow, and the snow dances gracefully for the wind;
The wind is fast and slow, and the snow is up and down;
The wind seems to be talking and confessing, and the snow seems to be snuggling and coquetry;
The air is quiet and peaceful, and the air is filled with love;
The dance of snow makes the wind crazy; The cold of snow makes the wind shrink back;
Free and easy wind; Let the snow heart pour love; The wind direction makes the snow unpredictable.
The wind blows snow and floats, and the snow dances and the wind shadows infinite love;
The ends of the earth will always be together, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
Vows will eventually change; Touched, you will be tired after all.
One day, the snow stopped on the branch.
Snow said to the wind, "shall we stay here?"
The wind looked thoughtfully into the distance and said, I can't stay.
Xue didn't believe what he heard and asked, can't you stay for me, too?
The wind replied hesitantly: No.
Snow is still looking forward to asking again: can't you really stay for me?
The wind simply replied this time: no.
Snow White held back the tears that were about to fill her eyes and said lightly: Oh! ?
The wind stared at the snow in a complicated way: it wanted to talk, and finally chose silence.
That's it, staring at each other. ......
Quiet, quiet, quiet, everything seems to have stopped breathing;
Quiet, quiet, quiet, everything seems to be frozen.
Time is forgotten in the gaze,
Space is frozen in gaze.
I don't know how long it took,
The snowflakes flying in the air began to stop,
Slowly, slowly, it landed on branches, grass leaves, roofs and streams.
The falling snowflakes magically put a white coat on the earth.
Finally, the heavy snow broke the silence.
Xue said calmly, can you ask me to dance again?
If the wind wakes up from a thousand years' sleep,
The wind is very insipid: Ah! .......
Suddenly, there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, and snowflakes danced wildly.
Like each other's last hug and kiss;
Like each other's last passion, the last lingering.
I am not the wind, I don't know what the wind says;
I'm not snow, and I don't know the language of snow.
I don't know how long it took, maybe I was tired.
The wind has stopped and the snow is still flying in the air.
The wind finally left.
The air of solo dance exudes a little sadness.
Snow falls alone with gravity, watching the wind go away.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Finally, snow turned into water, which moistened everything. ....
Maybe she finally wants to say: love doesn't have to be owned, letting go is the true meaning of love.
Let go, spring returns to the earth, let go, the stream gurgles;
If you let go, you never know who will cut off the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Let go, the spring breeze will turn green, Jiang Nanan.
Postscript:
The wind has no direction and will not stay for anyone. The wind does not know where the road is tomorrow.
I don't care about eternity, I only care about a monologue that maybe the wind will finally snow.
Everyone knows that the wind and the wind are chic;
However, the world is not the wind, how can we know what the wind is thinking? Maybe it really loved, maybe it really hurt.
Asking what the feelings in the world are, the feelings of the straight religion are still unfinished.
Modern poem "Snow" 8 See snowflakes floating again.
Seen from a distance,
Snowflakes are as pure as dreams.
There is also a slowly flowing river in the middle.
On the bank of this river, there is a crimson spring floating.
I thought to myself,
From the heart together:
Stick to our dreams,
Strive to realize these dreams,
Come on!
I think you know what I mean.
You didn't say a word lightly.
Keep a low profile,
In silence,
wait for ...
Like snow,
Fallen, but melted in the land of love.
From then on, I hid my love.
Hide in the bottom of my heart and turn it into strength.
Pursue your dreams with love.
Help each other and encourage each other.
make arduous efforts
Support each other in the face of difficulties
Work together to overcome the difficulties.
No matter who falls.
The other encourages each other and never gives up.
Come on!
Let's witness together!
In the snow season next year,
Take another step towards success!
"Snow" Modern Poetry 9 I miss the North
Snow in the north
It has been raining.
I wish I could.
Also turned into white snow.
Wait until the sun comes out
I am one with her.
I miss that distance.
She is far away.
Never hear my answer again.
I wish I could.
Will turn into flying snow.
In my own way
Make atonement for heaven and earth
In this cold world
Who will keep a young and happy heart?
Waiting for the arrival of spring.
I am willing to become this snow.
Bury all dreams
It is still snowing in the distance.
But I still can't imitate her steps.
Heavy me
How can you lift this light flower?
Fairy tales in winter
Another adult ending
It's still snowing in the north.
The south is still silent.
I expect this heavy snow.
this evening
Cat-legged
Wake me up in my dream.
It's still snowing in the north.
Missing ice
It becomes more difficult.
I look forward to one day.
I can understand the indifference of the world.
Decorate it into a beautiful dream.
snowdrift
Xuehuafei
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Snow Modern Poetry 10 Poetry, Vegetation and Snow
The village where snowflakes are flying is hidden from time to time.
The smoke from the kitchen is floating, and the old long thoughts are floating.
Interwoven with the snow dance,
Occasionally, hungry birds fly over the branches.
The meaning of life's self-improvement through singing.
Red rooster jumped on the wall at dawn, breaking the silence in the morning.
The village opened its brooding and melancholy hibernating eyes,
awake from a sound sleep
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In the soft snow and winding country roads.
Print a string of footprints that I don't know where to go.
Philosophy shows the continuous trail of life.
Lovely snowman, accompanied by innocent laughter of children.
Reverberated in the farmhouse.
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An empty field is like a blank sheet of paper.
The falling snow is an elegant winter rhyme.
Tell the hope of life under the snow
On the hillside in the ridge, under the hedge, a piece of grass died.
Under the cover of snow, it seems to be dead, holding its breath.
A burning heart is quietly underground.
Defeat unyielding beliefs,
Waiting for the east wind to return.
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I listened quietly to pieces of white snow.
Yingying sang, trembling with her hands open.
Memories of that dusty childhood.
In the thatched cottage, on the ice flowers on the window of the heatable adobe sleeping platform.
Reflecting grandma's kind eyes, holding her young.
I am humming an old snowflake ballad.
Sing the days when snowflakes are flying and frozen.
The whole family gathered around the burning brazier.
The fun of warming kang