I hate winter quietly.
Shut me out in winter
The joints are full of pain.
The wind blew the fallen leaves on the tree to me.
Left me with the shadow of autumn.
Autumn left before I turned around.
My body temperature is still on the stone I sat on.
Find a pine and cypress as a bone.
Support winter. The river in the moonlight is like a chrysanthemum.
Shining in the dark, calm, clear, elegant, with small waves.
Like an autumn dream
I endure the pain and dare not slack off.
Can't stay for a moment
Hurry up the mountain to collect firewood and close the door to feed the horses.
Look which cloud is crying.
Minor Snow
It snowed, and sure enough.
Like beads on a girl's wrist. No wonder.
There are so many dignified and capable girls named Xiaoxue.
It turned out that they were praying to God.
Bless the world happiness.
Lying in a hospital bed, listening to Xiaoxue feels very warm.
I want to collect all the food and medicine in the world.
In winter, set up stones to cook at the source of Sanjiang River.
Let the light and health flow with the river to the distance.
Shine forever like the sun and the moon
A horse loses its footing and no longer knows its way.
I hung myself among the branches, regardless of lightning and thunder.
Slowly reborn, slowly silicified.
Let all the flowers, willows and birds sing.
Waiting for the next spring.
Major Snow
Another year of heavy snow and light snow. How many years?
It is amazing that the climate and people's feelings are so similar.
The mountains are thin and the water is long, and only the north wind blows.
This mountain is taller than trees and houses.
Sometimes, fireworks will come out of the stove.
It fills your bones with vicissitudes of life.
I've been knocking at the door of the earth all winter.
Write down vague words
Huyu village, I often sit next to the fire dragon.
Drinking and chatting with the villagers, laughing and laughing.
The story of hometown is like a bottle of spirits.
I feel happy when I drink my stomach.
The snow is getting thicker and thicker, and it is slowly quiet.
My hometown is in my mind.
There is always a light on.
Winter solstice
Snow in the distance, a slight thought, filled the whole earth.
Leave the most beautiful silence in the wandering heart.
The distant snow illuminates the distant road.
I dare not look back, for fear that the storm will stir up the town.
Than a person's source.
This year is the Year of the Horse, and in a few days, it will be my Year of the Sheep.
Horses travel thousands of miles, and sheep are not so prosperous.
Sheep bow their heads to eat grass, the north wind howls, and they are hungry and cold.
It runs through the north and south and penetrates into the frozen soil in the northwest of Leah.
A man named Su Wu became the first shepherd.
Su Wu stands at the end of the motherland.
Raise a hand, point the whip at the sheep, and let the body
Tilt to the motherland
I regard it as a patient.
These sheep have become a historical memory.
In the incomplete era, they went to purgatory with the disadvantaged groups.
Created the immortal color of life.
Minor Cold
The north wind is still sharpening the knife before the cold comes.
I am in a remote village far from tall buildings.
I saw groups of left-behind children carrying schoolbags.
Lonely through the frozen soil, through the confusion of the morning
Contact with the world of knowledge
Contact their fate itself
In the evening, the snow falls on the way home.
Leave a subtle echo and make a sigh.
This season of children's fate
With innocent eyes
Give a comfort to the left-behind elderly.
Parents who are far away from home are sleeping.
Dreaming of the child's bending posture has also become a landscape.
They have never been confused by the sound of snow and ice.
Major Cold
Great cold and slight cold for another year. An unprecedented snowstorm
Stopped the leak in the night, and I felt the time.
Prolonged, green is wild in the cold shadow.
Concern for the road disappeared.
Suona and drums, firecrackers and booze sounded again.
The lintel smells of grass again.
I saw it by a tree.
Meihua walking posture Shadow
Time flies, I didn't expect the lights at the village entrance to be so bright.
I didn't expect that when the wind blew and grass clippings knocked on my forehead.
Winter will be over soon.
Then, it's time for me to stop suffering.