A poem about snow 1: "Xiangxue" brewed a winter passion.
Flourishing in this spring
Qian Hua Qiangu
Like a smiling face of a child.
The pure air is filled with thick fragrance.
Thin bees began to be busy among the flowers.
Snow is the spirit of winter.
Kechun has come.
Maybe I smelled the scent of magnolia.
Small and round magnolia tree
Like countless butterflies with purple in white and crystal clear.
Snow is loosely wrapped in blooming or half-blooming flowers.
Showing the jade color of the sky.
The snow is still floating.
A small party
A dazzling collection
Collect beautiful and impatient past.
finally
Snowflakes are falling from the flowers.
Like a meteor across the night sky
I am under the tree.
Suddenly there is a feeling of sadness.
Snow falls on the face.
There is a faint fragrance.
A short poem about snow 2: Night Snow Night
It's snowing again
one person
Walk on the way home
In this remote and quiet town.
My heart should be lonely.
It's under a street lamp not far away
Snowflakes are falling one by one.
As if flying with it
Look how beautiful it is.
I can't help it
Reach out your hand.
As if they were night elves.
It seems to be a group of lively and playful children.
How beautiful
Just a car with a horn.
Broke the silence of the night
I looked up
Looking at the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Look ahead again.
So I stepped up the pace.
Began a new journey.
Extended reading (English version):
Xiang Xue
A winter passion is brewing.
In spring, you will flourish.
Thousands of flowers
Like a smiling face of a child.
The fresh air is filled with thick fragrance.
Thin bees began to be busy among the flowers.
Snow is the spirit of winter.
But spring is coming.
Maybe it's smelling magnolia
Small and round magnolia tree
Like a glittering and translucent butterfly, with countless white.
Cedar is loosely wrapped in blooming or half-blooming flowers.
This jade is bright and bright.
The snow is still floating.
Little party
This is a collection.
The beauty of the past
Finally,
Snow falls from the flowers.
Like a meteor across the night sky
I am under the tree.
Suddenly there was a strange feeling of sadness.
Snow falls on the face.
There is a faint fragrance.