Guangzhou snow
Once in a blue moon. This day
The enemy shook hands and made peace.
Adults become children.
This dancing elf is sought after.
The whole city is a sensation.
It's better not to land.
Guizhou snow
Will omit the illusion of body shape
It is rain in the sky and ice on the ground.
Bridge and tunnel road with nine bends and eighteen bends
Walk on the ice
Tens of thousands of years of castle peak Ren Xue dye.
Still young in appearance
The house has not been dyed for decades.
It's all white
Jiangsu and Zhejiang snow
Petals scattered by the goddess of heaven
Sometimes I dance the Statue of Liberty.
Sometimes a runaway horse
toward the terra
Mother was moved to tears.
A kind-hearted beauty
White gauze covers up the scars of history.
slur
Sunshine and warm wind are not the only ones who want to see through the gauze.
Aesthetic eyes are also tired.
Behind Mona Lisa's smile
What is hidden?
Hunan snow
Words piled with white jade
Flashy as a lie.
Cover up the lush, also cover up
Dirty color
The truth will always stubbornly show a corner.
It's time to get rid of those bloated
Let green last forever.
Hebei snow
Who plays cotton in the sky?
The quilt is white and soft.
The sea is still blue.
But where is Lu? Where did it go?
If it melts, it won't melt.
The night road was covered with hail.
Like a terrible head.
The car trembled all over.
A mistake and then stay there.
Waiting for help
Liaoning snow
It's not so much water as bones from a previous life.
Crush into powder
When the wind blows, it turns to dust.
This road has been ground into a mirror.
Knife, as thin as cicada's wings.
Down to the Bone
The wind in the pass blew in.
The cow walked out of the fence.
Eat dry gold
The wilderness is no longer lonely.
The tense cold face eased.
The beauty of safety, softness and tranquility.
Harbin snow
White loneliness
This is what we want clean.
The artistic conception is far-reaching
What stands out is hard stuff.
With sharp thorns
Is the pride of the world.
Close to the surface of death
There is a tacit gestation.
The softness of appearance and the coldness of heart are rich.
Sucking the golden sunshine, but making no sound.
Only chimneys can talk.
Dispel the warmth of the fairy tale hut into the air.
The locked Songhua River is also beautiful.
The world can be presented in any way.
This sleeping silence
Self-evident beauty.
Snow dance modern poetry night, full of thoughts, memories of Iraqis and flowers.
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: I wanted to talk, but in the end I 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.
Snow Dance Modern Poetry 3 "Snowflakes Dancing, I Pray for Spring"
Qiushi garden
The falling snow falls before my eyes;
The sky is white, covering the whole world.
You're telling a sad story,
Li Sao in autumn and romance in winter.
The rustling wind,
Diffuse at the fingertips of the strings,
Vocal music flows at the fingertips of the strings,
Ups and downs, changes
The strings are quietly tied to my writing paper,
Play the charm of winter, bleak and biting majesty?
Send a message that spring is coming and the wind is blowing gently.
Bright spring is in my heart.
Ruthless years are quietly changing,
Vicissitudes have destroyed the appearance of middle age,
I cry for spring in the cold wind.
Since then, my heart is no longer confused.
With the music you play,
The surge of emotion,
My soul is with your melody.
The waves are rippling.
My eyes are shining.
The light of hope,
I'm in the snow,
Looking forward to the charming spring.
Since then, day and night,
Try to smile in time,
I'm waiting, year after year,
Time stepped on my shoulder.
Let the seasons change relentlessly.
The flowers in spring are still in full bloom,
Will my soul and shadow return to spring?
Let the soul pray in the cold wind,
Pray that I will meet spring again,
Spring with my burning heart.
20xx65438+February 7th
Snow Dance Modern Poetry 4 Somehow, suddenly
I think there will be a snowflake in front of me.
That was a tear I shed when I was in Delingha.
With pure feelings.
Floating from the distant heavenly palace. With them
Don't say that people are gone or tea is cold before they leave.
I just want to be with a kind of care and a side-by-side relationship.
There is also a passer-by to share the distance.
To exchange our hearts.
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Those elves
I think I'm wearing Snow White's skirt.
The edges of these snowflakes are covered with dust.
With the blooming time
I touched the softest place in my heart.
Want to stretch out the surprise of heating
Hold them in your palm.
Afraid of falling in the palm of your hand and melting instantly.
It's like being afraid of the past passing by.
Everywhere, everyone
Maybe they will all become post stations and passers-by
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Very light, very beautiful, very gentle
Snowflakes have their own souls.
There is no false reality.
There is a gap in life, and sunshine can come in.
Knowing is the most beautiful fate in life-
One, two, three, all over the sky.
With them, we are both very happy.
The distance is like a white butterfly flying in the air.
In simplicity, there is a song from the ocean of the mind.
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Get a little understanding
Light up countless glittering and translucent lights
Bright Delingha's little warmth
In the world of mortals, there is a nostalgia.
There won't be too much sadness
Warm feelings, a wisp.
Can also melt a cold heart.
Even if you want to go to the roadside.
Scenery, there will be beautiful spring waves in your eyes.
Then the reunion and parting on the road of life.
It can also be a rolled-up and unfolded landscape in life.
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Accompanied by flying snowflakes
I also thought of the spring in Xining next year.
Stand among the flowers and look out.
In the green forest in the distance, there must be
One by one, clever
Tail up, full of white feelings.
A landscape will be beautiful because of the snow all over the sky
Dance square dance and swing with open arms.
The soul approaches the blue sky as a bird.
As soon as I reached out, I touched the smiling clouds.
Yes, it's so casual.