Prose Poem on Snow 1 A Little Snowflake
I am a little snowflake.
Go to feixiang with mom and dad.
Because I like a place.
I never want to go home again.
It is a place where flowers are in full bloom.
There is happiness and fragrance.
I'm afraid mom and dad will be angry.
Dare not say.
Mom and Dad
After all these years.
I am in this favorite place.
Never melted.
I know my parents, too.
Come to me more than once
But I held back
Dare not call dad, dare not call mom.
Mom and Dad
Please forgive me.
Because I can't stand it.
Leave this favorite place
Mom and Dad
If there ever comes a day when
I am sad.
Just melt yourself.
You must take me home.
Give me one more chance.
Let me call you again.
mom and dad
A prose poem about snow 2 "Falling Snow"
Snowflakes, swirl.
Bleached that season
cold
On the glass, it's printed
Between your fingers
temperature
Falling snowflakes are like flying time.
Those memories are like falling snowflakes.
Always like this
Like a light year
Smart; Skillful in calculation
Distant
snowy day
look at you
The smile of the past
As naive as a child
snowy day
I still am.
Wandering alone
Father hummed.
clothes
Mixed with snowflakes
As a souvenir in winter
I'm paranoid
leave
although
a little bit
shadow
In the eyes
flowing
exactly
Snow falls silently.
night
sleep
snow
But still awake.
Who knows?
The sadness of falling snow
A prose poem about five In the snow.
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.
On Xue's Essay Poem 4 Seeing 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.
"Didn't we agree 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.
I saw the graceful waist posture,
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?
A prose poem about 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.
Write snow prose poem 6 "Song of Snow"
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
I love the snow in Saibei, a prose poem about snow.
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.
Writing Snow Prose Poem 8 "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
Write a prose poem about snow 9 "I 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.
Prose poem about snow 10 "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