Modern Poetry in Winter Solstice 1 It is said that the sun will move south today.
Today is cold, today is cold, and today is a long night.
Just like a baby is born,
Warming up day by day, showing the delicate appearance of spring flowers day by day.
It didn't snow,
What does it matter?
Snow in late winter falls in front of the eaves of the Spring Festival.
How many auspicious celebrations.
Men and women in colorful down jackets,
I don't care about frost,
Romance under the moon is still romantic,
Sentimental still staring at the street lamp.
Nothing serious happened,
Television, newspapers and the Internet are the same as yesterday.
It's just a bowl of jiaozi made by my mother.
Make this ordinary day different.
It's the winter solstice,
Spring is not far away.
Modern poetry in winter is coming to the day 2, and the footsteps of winter are approaching.
There is still no trace of snow.
Standing on the wings of the breeze
Look at the sky
Winter without snow is so desolate.
Let the indifferent heart be more desolate.
Looking at the cold flowers alone
Loneliness filled the whole room.
On the frozen face with a plain face.
Half is vicissitudes of life.
Half of it is heavy.
Cold dispels warmth.
And took away all the enthusiasm.
I don't like winter without snow.
The spirit of looking forward to snow
Land dyed white and desolate
Light a dusty passion
Modern poetry in winter has reached its zenith on the 3rd.
Nature is completing the transformation of yin and yang.
But why is it so cold?
So you are a petal of laughter.
flying all over the sky
Inscribed with deep attachment
Don't trust me. Look at that.
Everyone blushed.
obviously
Tell love to winter
The days are getting longer and longer.
The wind has also converged.
bright moon
Sweep away the darkness everywhere.
That's the light when I come back at midnight.
Modern Poetry in Winter Solstice 4. The hard days have finally come.
Rest, the alarm clock is still ringing.
Actually, my troubles are not in my ears.
In my heart, in my eyes, now.
Confusion between mist and fog
This is the solstice of winter. I want to hear the sound of the winter solstice.
People say that the solstice of winter is a year of competition.
The warmth of jiaozi transcends the spectrum.
The joy in my heart is beyond words.
Samsara begins in the dead of winter.
Did you hear that? The sound of the strings is chiseled out on the ice.
The music of nature quietly drifted into the door of anxiety.
So, a dream
Rise from the deepest place
So, a hope
Rise from the abyss of darkness
Worry is a ghost, and it is better than a spell.
When thinking, thinking is the most beautiful waiting.
I want to go to Langshan to show water, and the world is cold.
Think about the future, the scenery is good and the youth is still there.
Imagine a romantic trip.
Think of a dream.
Suddenly I heard a closer voice.
Suddenly, I saw one side coming back like a wild goose.
The seeds arch over the mud layer and go to spring.
Poetic poems separate the flashy life of the years.
The solstice of winter, this day.
A little indulgence
Winter solstice, hope
Cut the sky again
Modern Poetry in Winter It was windy all day and snowed all night.
It's cold in winter, another night.
Difficult to sleep, confused thinking.
Dreams and the status quo are inseparable.
Whose face ages easily?
Joan Chen
In a hurry, your feet will trip.
I didn't expect the solstice of winter to come, and I was long and vicissitudes.
Hold your head, wrinkles are deep.
Looking out the window alone.
The sky is boundless
I think infinitely in my heart.
Modern winter poetry has been windy all day and snowed all night.
It's cold in winter, another night.
Difficult to sleep, confused thinking.
Dreams and the status quo are inseparable.
Whose face ages easily?
Joan Chen
In a hurry, your feet will trip.
I didn't expect the solstice of winter to come, and I was long and vicissitudes.
Hold your head, wrinkles are deep.
Looking out the window alone.
The sky is boundless
I think infinitely in my heart.
Modern Winter Poetry Solstice 7 Who Cut a Cloud?
Scattered into pieces of flying snow
Who is flapping its wings?
The wind hard to vilen.
Winter comes in a low voice.
Suddenly heavy snow covered the mountains and rivers.
Gently let go of the red dragonfly in your hand.
The footprints of the years have climbed to the forehead.
Winter is coming.
We put the last fruit in the basket.
Winter is coming.
We hid the first snowflake in our hearts.
The footprints of the years are so close.
The sun just swallowed the shadow behind him a little.
I will freeze the beautiful days one by one.
Together with this ancient season that covers jiaozi.
Modern poetry in winter to the solstice in winter
It was cooked by the tears of vagrants.
The salty taste is filled with the fragrance of the years.
Like mother's disappearance.
Drag and fall
chatter without stop
I took a bite and cried.
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Jiaozi from winter to day.
It was cooked by the tears of vagrants.
Drop after drop of tears.
Face wrapped in sadness, cold and dry.
Like a father's silence
On a starry night
A pack of stuffy cigarettes is exquisite and graceful.
Can't bear to put it out
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Jiaozi from winter to day.
It was cooked in my mind.
Rolling the secular wind and frost
Ignorant years are engraved on my heart.
Happiness or pain
A gust of wind blew over and over again.
Rubbing the trembling sand rudely
Refuse to bring a snowflake.
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Whose eyes can warm this season?
Whose mind is still resisting indifference?
Jiaozi from winter to day.
Whether it's cabbage vermicelli
Whether it's auricularia auricula or carrot
Whether in the canteen, dining room or dormitory.
Or the warmth and happiness of rubbing on a friend's table.
A plate and a bowl of ten and eight.
Dip in vinegar and garlic.
An opening
It will spit out a fire.
Lost spring and summer, resurrected on a pair of chopsticks.
It can warm the bed in winter.
Light up the darkest night.
Modern Winter Poetry Solstice 9 Today is the Winter Solstice Festival.
It didn't rain, let alone snow.
It seems a little colder than yesterday.
Occasionally there is cold wind, and the weather is peaceful.
It was so quiet that the butchers were very happy.
There is more glistening meat on the chopping board than before.
Fresh bones make customers happy.
And the knitting market next to it
I didn't expect a cold wind
I didn't expect cold rain either.
Snow is hopeless.
Near noon, the wind was tired and rested.
The bright sunshine is very powerful.
The bosses are also sunburned.
Warm in the body and cold in the heart
Modern Poetry in Winter Solstice 10 The warm sun is still attached to the south.
Put aside the season
Weird and grandiose
Love is on the water side.
Strong warmth, the wind will not blow away.
The dazzling sun is aggressive.
Love the four seasons
Not enough.
Accompany all the year round
I can't get rid of the feeling
admire
Mei Niang in the north
Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
Simple and clean appearance
Not as good as yiren water town
Empty and passionate feelings
The fire crackled.
If love is burning
Jiaozi chug jump
It seems that the heart is manic.
There is also a spirit like fire.
One person drinks 3 thousand
The end of winter on the solstice
Thousands of miles of frozen northern Xinjiang
I hope not.
Love's care
be infatuated with
Still in the southern water town
Modern poetry of the winter solstice is back.
It germinated in the new soil from the winter solstice.
The old man was relieved:
-Kid
Don't come back if you have no time.
He wandered around the old house.
Deep anatomy:
-Mom
When I come back for the Spring Festival.
The beams of this old house are a little unstable.
Feng Ling had white hair for a while.
Spinning in the drizzle.
I have to go now. /I have to go now.
Walking on that endless wandering road
It is raining harder and harder.
Turn around in an instant
I saw the door of the old house tied up alone again.
It rained from the solstice this winter.
I wonder how much hope can be born in the coming year.
Modern Poetry in Winter Solstice 12 Winter Solstice is walking sunshine.
Return from 23.5 degrees south latitude.
Throw a snowflake to the north
Hit the dream of high mountains and flowing water
A village and a piece of loess are close to each other in the cold.
Warm each other.
Judging from the dialect spoken.
A wisp of river water has locked the scenery in the south.
The winter solstice is thousands of miles away.
Send me a snowy spring.
Modern Poetry in Winter Solstice 13 Western Western jackdaw rises at dusk.
Densely covered with willow branches
More cruel winter scenery, only memories.
I repeat myself over and over again.
give up
Finally, the sentimental heart lost its color.
Broken into snow ...
Western Western jackdaw picked up a piece of worry.
Fly to the sinking sunset
Fly to this sad height
There are no green hills to find in the sunset, and you?
Maybe he is snuggling up to him.
Maybe the corners of your mouth evoke a rainbow.
Maybe ask him gently.
"Who is whiter, snow or me?" …
With the sunset, with your direction.
A western Western jackdaw flew out of my chest.
A snowflake fell from my eyes.
The sun sets-
Please use your last sadness.
Pull the teenager's back into a faint erhu …
Modern Poetry Solstice in Winter 14
The wind penetrated the corners of the clothes.
Began to swell in the body
Willow leaves stretch the buds in blood vessels.
Then lush, then autumn
Cold originated from a poem.
I picked them up one by one with hot hands.
Seasonally lost sentences
Treasured in the vein of fallen leaves
Hejiao
The place where you stand may turn into ice tomorrow.
Or freeze the steps of the poor.
But there are grass roots in the mud, and there is fire deeper.
Enlarge yourself.
My hands and feet can represent everything.
In this winter.