Modern Poetry about the South

Piaoxuenan

Snow, snow, my south ...

The warmth of the phoenix tree rises under the high sky.

A yellow coat was added to the thin land without clothes to keep out the cold.

Leaves whisper in the thick soil.

A handful of April green tea, with a cup as the stage, stretched into a mermaid.

Celadon is covered with a layer of warm and delicate snow, and the air is filled with fragrance.

Sit tight, my south.

Take a sip of warm water and make the stars move.

Snow, snow, my south ...

A pool of edelweiss in the dreamland.

The crisp sound of blue waves meeting the waves.

The bamboo raft pole conducts the lotus pond symphony.

Aunt Huansha is brewing the first snow in the afternoon.

Xu Feng of Siheyuan raised a dowry for several years.

Curtain quilt sleeve shirt thread socks

Under the clear sky, a pair of hands ballet dances gently in the winter sun.

Snow, snow, my south ...

The dream is vaguely full of wind and frost.

There are wisps of male snow in the sky.

Under the sunset glow, a long smoke lit up the quiet south.

The wandering world hides behind the seasons.

Mother stood on the roadside in front of the court like a fallen phoenix tree.

Jiangnan village, my adobe tile house

Snow and fragrant rice rose from the chimney and took me home.

Snow, snow, my south ...