This is a flower like fire.
So colorful
Looking at the back of the demon branch
That gloomy day
Why is there no silver everywhere?
Why isn't there a thin piece of ice?
oh
Cold wind echo
This is your splendor.
Melting snow
This is your passion.
Keep the earth warm.
Winter wintersweet
Flowers decorated with lanterns
That's a lot of sparks
Look at the solitary branches and stab them straight.
Bright moon
Why is there no Qianfeng Lilian?
Why didn't the stream freeze?
oh
Xi he chan chan
This is your spark.
Spread the extreme snow
It's a bunch of red branches of yours.
Reflects the slow flow.
You are in the howling wind
Walking in the lonely wilderness
Your pale and melancholy face
Tears on his back, dark clouds, heavy rain.
You're yelling.
Why does missing corrode the truth?
Why does poetry rot on white paper?
oh
There was no snow in the winter of 2004.
It's your two lines of tears.
Roll in the fog
It's your melancholy and loneliness.
Touch the heart of the god of winter
Meizhi is very seductive
Thousands of chrysanthemums compete for beauty
The earth surrounds your lonely heart.
Lift it to the edge of the scorching sun
Let you have an endless aftertaste.
The summer that once belonged to you
Watch you burn in an instant
Another wave of green waves.
Wave a poem about melting snow