Modern poems describing winter

Lead: Winter, also known as cold winter. The coldest season of the year in the northern hemisphere, the others are spring, summer and autumn. Winter is generally a cool tone written by literati. The following are my modern poems about winter. Welcome everyone to read.

1, winter is coming again.

The wind is ringing in winter.

Everyone wears thick clothes,

There is snow everywhere.

2. Sitting in front of a burning stove in winter,

The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;

Touching the faded satin,

The black cat whispered.

Shutters let in fresh air,

The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;

Miss the dust outside the warmth,

How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?

3. "In the Snow" Thank God for drawing such a picture.

On this lonely road, both of us were painted;

Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,

Add a frozen river in the middle.

My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.

But you have a crimson spring on your face-

I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.

My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "

You know exactly what I mean,

But you didn't say a word lightly;

A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,

Floating around in the snow without a master.

Finally, I couldn't help it. Silence,

Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.

Snowflakes are still dreamlike,

I can't tell you from me in the fog.

4, "Through the Winter"-(Author/Gan Yu)

I went through my winter.

This is my unique winter.

I won't talk about it.

But I don't expect spring.

Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Look blankly at a tree

Branches on the tree

In decline

A pile of firewood on the ground

The higher the cardinality.

Above the old man's forehead

The winter sun shines on him.

The pace of winter is accelerating.

The winter I have experienced

It is such a winter.

I won't talk about it.

That's the truth.

No one can change it.

Nobody can hide it.

Like a bird without a name

Air-dried skeleton

Hanging between the trunk and the fork

Laugh at your eyes

You can feel it

The speed of whistling past

Smash a corpse to pieces