Bing Xin's short modern poems describing winter: "Soul of Winter", "Praise to Winter", "This Winter", "Winter", "It's Cold", etc.
1. "The Soul of Winter"
I was a happy elf, dancing freely between heaven and earth.
I accidentally awakened your lonely soul and fell into your gentle palm.
So I broke into pieces just to wet your thirsty lips.
2. "In Praise of Winter"
Coming to the world is a small fig leaf made by man.
She felt deeply uneasy and guilty, like a sharp knife, whistling in the northwest wind.
It was she who sounded the alarm for the common people, who coveted her beauty.
The fiery-tempered Sun actually became tender and affectionate.
The river also holds out a heart of ice, and the snowflakes are even more passionate, and suddenly plunge into the embrace of winter.
3. "This Winter"
This winter, there is no snow flying above the building, and the earth is anxious.
The desolate vistas desolate the young heart.
This winter, fallen leaves are falling all over the ground.
Dry leaf veins cannot carry the dream of a rainbow.
4. "Winter"
Please don't call me winter, because I have to hibernate.
In winter, please don’t disturb me, because I have to hibernate.
Please don’t walk too fast in winter, because I am hibernating.
Winter, please wake me up when you leave, I want to watch your last performance.
5. "It's getting cold"
It's getting cold and I feel cold, but why do I always pretend to be strong and say it's not cold?
I tell myself this every winter, or every cold time.
I don’t like winter or the cold, not because this season brings sadness.
It’s just that in winter I like to stay in the warmth of bed, but I don’t like to move in winter.