Bing Xin's snowflake poem

The moment of melting snow

Author:

Xi Murong

When she was asleep.

He walked in a small town with melting snow.

miss the old days

Star group

And in

In front of a river where ice blocks collide.

silently

Call her name

At night in the south.

Everything is as quiet as usual.

Except for a few tired petals

Because of the wind

Fall in front of her window

snow

Sumy

Snowflakes are flying, flying, and will not stop.

It seems to blend with the sadness and joy played for parting.

Blessings from thinking and reading.

Have you found a suitable port to berth?

Do you feel cold? Dance with the snow.

Fly gently in the whirlpool of dreams

The cotton-padded clothes that covered the body also fell off gently.

Is it snow? Are you kicking me out?

Light parting, wrapped in the color of snow.

Can't bear to desecrate such a pure white world.

Leave silently and pray for love.

Maybe each has its own world.

Snowflakes are flying, flying ...

Gradually stop. . .