Winter with a mask
This winter,
The sun is far away from us,
Smoke is everywhere,
Travellers,
Wearing a mask,
Can't see the smiling face.
This winter,
Mist obscured the view,
The speed of travel slowed down,
Winter is rainy and boring,
Cold is a gift from nature,
Who gave the smog?
Haze and darkness are intertwined,
Squeezed out the sun,
Every corner suffers from it,
The ecological environment has been destroyed,
People have no choice but to seek protection,
Turned into a winter wearing a mask.
Smoke stretches for thousands of miles,
The traffic is difficult,
Cold days,
To make matters worse,
Who would have thought that the world was bumpy,
When can I stand out?
Old people who exercise,
Reduce going out,
The opportunity to exercise,
Naive children,
Locked in the house,
Can't go out to play.
Smog control has become a major event.
Led by the Ministry of Environmental Protection.
Participate in afforestation
Travel with fewer car numbers,
Drive away the smog and be healthy.
Everyone loves environmental protection.
This cold winter,
You can only travel with a mask,
Wearing a mask has become a kind of,
Helpless scenery,
Wearing a mask in winter,
Hope to stay away from us.
On my daughter's drawing board,
Ask again and again,
When will the smog disperse?
We in Qi Xin work together,
Charge the smoke,
Building our own beautiful homeland.
Expansion: Poetry about Winter
winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...
Winter without snow
It was very cold that winter.
A cold current from Siberia
There is a soft spot here.
Unwilling to leave
That's your smile.
Warmed me all winter.
We hugged each other.
Looking forward to the winter festival
When snowflakes fly
We will hold hands and make promises.
The Promise
It is cold, dry and cold.
This is the season of snow.
Frozen all romance.
If you smile, it will snow.
Wait a minute.
A far-fetched smile in the cold wind
There is a tearing pain.
Winter drags its last tail.
You must start your journey.
The high salary in the south makes you feel overwhelmed with excitement.
I will be in this cold northern town.
Waiting for the moment when snowflakes are flying.
The place you are going to is a city that will never snow.
Winter without snow
Know clearly
All fairy tales are just beautiful lies.
My tired soul
Or do you prefer to use it to keep warm?
Clearly believe
Flowing snowflakes will fly in the desolate winter.
In my anxious eyes
Still no her bright face.
When the wind comes,
Didn't bring her a white fable
When the dark clouds clear.
Did not leave her pure attachment.
Have to look at the sky.
Weave a dream full of flying snow
I met you in that snowy winter.
The tenderness of your blooming melts my feelings that have been frozen for many years.
Your bright smile
Moistened my long-neglected heart.
It's just I know
Resurrection of the soul
It means passionate romance.
Pentium's enthusiasm
Will drown your fleeting time like a flower
So I expect snowflakes to fly.
Cover this arc of love
In your solar radiation
Write down a sad poem
Wake up in ecstasy
In that winter without snow
Road, extending in waiting.
There is a heavy burden in my heart.
My fast pace slowed down.
When the snow comes
You can see
That's my silent concern
When the snow melts
You should know.
This is my earnest wish.
only ...
You'll never see clearly.
I got lost in the snow.
Those melancholy eyes
Miss Wente Jiang Huazi
Actually, winter is beautiful.
The forest is clean and concise.
The sun set up camps everywhere.
The figure of children playing in front of and behind the mountain.
It also reminds people of the pergola.
The posture of loofah
In the sunshine of the dozing old man
Forgot to set up a sentry
Now you dive into the inland river
Sorrow is caught by the beating waves.
My riverbed is dry and cracked.
Deep into the blood of his ancestors
The bell struck dawn.
Rolling dewdrop
Lotus leaves are fresh and stretch in the wind.
Actually, winter is beautiful.
Nature takes off one coat after another.
Show the naked soul
Latent bone marrow in winter
You can listen to the sound of jointing in early spring.