Xue's Aesthetics of Modern Poetry

Snow, a beautiful crystal, sticks together in the process of falling to form snowflakes. In this chapter, I brought you beautiful modern poems about snow. Welcome to reading.

Aesthetic Modern Poetry on Snow 1, Snow in May

On the fault in May, time slowed down.

Time has turned into snow.

It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package

As white as the wings of an angel.

Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous

Touch every inch of this country's skin

The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.

The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.

Iris climbed up the slope gradually.

Looking into the distance, it is white.

I seem to have seen it before.

Gentle and quiet

Larks sing legends.

A melody circulated in legend

Unprinted chapters in poetry.

Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light

Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.

Flowing pearls

Like the eyes of love.

The road is weathered.

Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.

Those flexible stories

Turn into the sound of snowball keys.

Generous and elegant

Time flies, and May has passed.

White gauze left by time

Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.

The sky disappeared.

There is a continuous message.

Look into the distance for a long time.

This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.

2. "I love the snow in Saibei"

I like the snow in Saibei.

flying all over the sky

Your dance is so light.

Your heart is so pure

You are Chunyu's sister.

You are the messenger sent by spring.

Messenger of spring

I like the snow in Saibei.

flying all over the sky

You use a white jade-like body

Dress up the silver world

You put your life into the earth.

Moisturize the green wheat seedlings to welcome the spring flowers.

Ah ... I love you.

Ah ... snow in Saibei, snow in Saibei.

3. Snow Song

Wash the memory white and shiny.

But anyway,

Cann't get rid of it

A mark that goes deep into the bone marrow

The snow is depressing.

Like a flower.

Lose weight overnight

Countless beautiful temptations

With Leng Xiang swaying.

Scattered eyebrows

Understand; Understanding

Singing of snow

The sadness of six petals

Jump on the ice

all

It seems that

Only at certain moments.

Moved by you

4. Look at the snow (three poems)

( 1)

The snow on Mount Fuji is about to melt,

This is a hot wind blowing from the Mediterranean.

With the whistle of the tanker,

Anchored in the Straits of Malacca.

Light a cigar,

Have a mocha,

The island will unveil its veil.

It was last night that I picked up the falling cherry blossoms.

Ice and snow are like a gentleman's white horse.

Those lovers,

Like Adam and Eve in the Bible,

Staring at the gold in Santa Lucia's little hand watch.

Pocket watches can't answer,

Just watch Haiyan grab fish and shrimp.

"Not good", do you want to go to see the snow together? "

(2)

Moonlight is like Andersen's fairy tale.

Lips can't stand B52 bombing.

Although my heart is like Vienna,

Sighing means caring.

Sighs don't need to be answered,

Look, the volcano is about to erupt.

Saw the charming XX,

Give her back that bunch of cherry blossoms,

Touch her cheek.

(3)

Invite Lu Yu and his wife to tea,

Visit infinity, pursue beautiful flowers,

Fragrant picked up an embroidered handkerchief all the way.

The light romantic dance in Taolin,

Poetry and moonlight on the bamboo raft,

Would you like to go there with me to see the snow?

5. Snow in Beijing

It's a taut string that pops up and flies, inadvertently.

A little, a petal, a cluster.

It snows in Beijing. arduously

The pallor flying all over the sky,

Can't fill this unfathomable sky

I am uneasy and open my arms hard. think

Embrace this sacred soul.

It snows in Beijing. hesitate

Hanging high in the treetops, inexplicably sad,

Exclusive, forgotten peace here

In wishful thinking,

I shook my palm hard,

Even a little, a drop,

It's already cold.

It snows in Beijing. urge

When it fell, it left a trail of desire,

It's so dark. It's so dark.

Can't give up,

An unsolved desire for thousands of years,

Without hesitation,

I rubbed the ice front of Henggu on my face.

Snowfall and cold wave appear in Beijing

That's impossible,

Like the rain in the south,

After the rain, a rainbow appeared.

6.snow

Beautiful snowflakes

Is it really you?

Crystal clear and holy

Slowly descend

Intoxicated beauty

It's all in my heart and in my dreams.

Hold a piece in the palm of your hand.

You are very silent.

It turned into cold raindrops in an instant.

Like tears in the corner of my eyes

It is warmth and gratitude.

Or the joy after all the hardships?

I came across the north wind to find you.

I have been thinking about you all night.

Rugged mountain road.

Love is a crutch.

Endless autumn water

The heart is a boat.

Neither you nor I have a chance.

I always miss meeting again and again.

I used to feel sorry for your indifference.

I have been reluctant to break my heart.

Close your eyes.

Let the lonely soul

Blowing in the wind

You came after all.

At the end of winter

In the despair of waiting

You turned around unexpectedly.

Flying like a pear flower

It is like a white butterfly shuttling through the air.

It is to drive away the loneliness of wintersweet.

Or are you in a hurry for a spring date?

Have your world.

There is a fairy-tale silver package.

I hold you in my hand and hide you in my heart.

Let me put it on your ear again.

Quietly ask

Can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale?

all one's life

line

7. First snow

Last night, I had a dream.

Dreaming that you flew all over the sky

Can't hold it.

From my finger

Disappear and escape

Tonight, I'm waiting

You are wet with snow.

Still coming?

Bring the news of spring

But why me?

Why are you still afraid to touch you?

why

The heart is still so empty

8. "Miss the snowy days"

The gesture of silence remains unchanged.

There is a sound of snow.

A faint touch on his forehead

Slightly cool.

The sadness and happiness without a trace

Transparency gradually turns white.

Warmth can change all kinds of faces.

commemorate

You can laugh.

You can cry.

You can also fly.

Missing is a bird with wings

I walked far in my dream.

Just to find a figure

I'm tired of walking in nostalgic time.

Makes me sad

But the days are new.

strange

I don't know where it came from.