Poetry 1: Winter
All agreed.
Meet in this winter
But everything happens for a reason.
Are you afraid of cold?
How much I want to be with you this winter
It's more interesting to have a snowball fight with you and make a snowman.
Is to dress me up as you
On the white snow
Draw, draw.
We all laughed.
Laughing so happily.
Even the snow in winter is laughed at.
In our melting hearts
There is a little-known love story.
Like snow in winter.
The purer you are.
The whiter it is.
Poetry 2: The Test of Winter
You walked past.
February spring breeze
Songjiang water heating
You walked past.
All the flowers are in full bloom.
The scorching sun in June
You walked past.
Rice waves roll
Autumn and August
Negligently
Cold winter
come as expected
You face the test of winter again.
The cold wind is like a knife
Snow is like a sword.
What you want is
A kind of free and easy
A kind of robustness
Poetry 3: Looking forward to winter
On a cloudy day, I saw your shadow floating in the drizzle.
Plumes of kitchen smoke are like a soft hair, which binds the crumbling sun in the evening.
The whole world is white,
Time is still running on the road, but my heart holds its breath.
Along the way, Qian Shan was full of water and travel-stained.
No distance can stop the journey home.
A photo album with a faint bronze color,
Just like a lost star in the night sky, a lamp is a story.
The box of memory is empty,
Except for the wind,
Drunk and snoring, sleeping in the cold wind again and again,
Wake up suddenly before dawn again and again,
The hibernating bird forgot its hunger and plunged into the twisted forest.
Under the bodhi tree, plum blossom and snow blossom.
A branch, a piece,
The curious ant looked up,
Listen to the sound of waves.
The thin moon leaned out of her head, revealing two tiny dimples and smiling sweetly.
Poetry 4: Winter
winter
originally
This is a pair of nylon trousers.
then
This is a warm.
then
This is a pair of my father's.
Chronic rheumatism of the leg
afterwards
It's mom.
Hand-sewn.
Xin Hua Hua mian ku
Poetry 5: This winter
This winter
Reed by the river
Vines on the cloister
Qiqi was speechless.
Just in the distance
A wisp of kitchen smoke points to the sky.
Never lost
Just like before.
Cold air, etc.
Surprised
How can I put that thin plum
Carve a stroke
Pale goose yellow
You see
The first snow this winter
it
Come prepared
Poetry 6: This winter
Proud notice
Get out of the cold winter
Through the rusty secular dust
I'll never see your former elegance again.
The spiritual home swept by you
There was chaos at this time.
Withered vows can be seen everywhere.
This winter is so painful that I can't bear to look back.
In those days when I was drunk and dreaming.
I no longer yearn for a broken plum blossom fragrance.
Silently open the sealed memory
Just to fill the void in my heart.
In this way, I spent my whole life practicing.
I can't read the hypocrisy of a word.
In the little time left.
I don't know how to turn stone into gold.
Poetry 7: Hateful Winter
When the eyes
Enter the stone
Start farming
So extensive and difficult.
sow seeds
So much strength and ruthlessness
Like a green tree.
In the garden
This winter
a face
Be sad and at a loss
Her past
This is a piece of music.
again and again
You sing, I hum, he shouts.
Damn winter
It is very cold in winter.
My heart is so fucking cold.
A body full of failures
Drive slowly.
A society where lies make everything happen.
Everyone's existence
This is all a joke.
Every joke is about one person.
Keep your eyes behind you.
Open your mouth wide under your stomach.
Only mentally.
Major issues of principle
Blurred by too much suffering
All the sacredness
Nonsense that preaches desire
It's always in your body
Poetry 8: The Last Winter
Hard times on the river bed
Liuyemeiwan
Turn over and smile.
The ice that almost woke up the Millennium Snow Mountain.
Pale and painful stone
The sunset glow dyed the contracted pulse red.
The gray of the sky can no longer solidify.
Yi Shi Fan Hua
make a name for oneself
A train full of gifts
Send it home.
To parents.
Send it to the villagers.
The smiling face of the New Year flashed the bones of chrysanthemums in the air.
Kitchen God's banquet is a feast.
Wheat grains on the fireplace
Stand up and walk around the field.
Busy with makeup and face change.
Cotton emerged from the seam.
Stunned by a heavy snow
Think back to attacking the city with thousands of troops.
Now it is wrapped in my arms.
Frost sword or knife attack.
A group of girls took his name off first.
The root of the ear swells and softens with astringency.
Listen to the folk songs by the river.
Sweat more and more every day.
The back of the blade
Sharp and decisive rust
The painful arrogance was buried before last night.
Steel grows from the bleeding wound.
A cup of soil given by earthworms and ants.
Has been built into hills.
A tree is wearing armor.
I began to dip in the ditch.
Describe a fresh grave.