Xue's Modern Poetry

The trees are covered with white gauze, and the ground is covered with a thick white quilt. The earth has become a world of pink jade. Everyone is familiar with snow. The following is a recent poem of snow I compiled for you, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.

Xue's Modern Poetry 1 1 Snowflake

Snowflakes,

It's the little angel pulling the pillow,

Shake off the goose feathers,

Scattered all over the floor.

Snowflakes,

Is the mother of the sky,

Cotton wool is leased to the earth,

So it can make a warm quilt.

Snowflakes,

This is Santa Claus,

A gift for us,

I wish every child health and happiness.

2. Snow

Snow,

Floating in succession,

Like an angel in heaven,

Dancing with pale white wings,

Spinning in the air,

Fly, come to this world.

She drifted quietly to the branches,

Floating on the grass,

Gone with the wind,

Make the earth white.

Her magic brush,

Paint the world with such beautiful colors.

She fell naughtily on the child's warm palm,

Turn into fog and send laughter into the distance.

She lingered on the red berries again,

Stay in the pine forest and don't want to leave.

Snow is pure,

The snow is beautiful.

Our hearts follow her,

It has been sublimated.

3. Snow Elf

It's an elf,

It has a magical power-it puts on new clothes for the earth and chiffon fur coats for the earth;

Tall buildings wear white hats and cars wear white clothes;

Let the swaying young trees turn silver, and the New Year is a good sign;

There will be another bumper harvest in the new year.

4. "Snowflakes Fluttering"

Snowflakes were flying, and some of them landed on the waist of the tree.

Listen to two left-behind swallows, whispering and hugging in the branches.

Snowflakes were falling, and several pieces floated to the ancient temple on the mountain.

There are monks and laymen who knock on wooden fish.

Snowflakes are fluttering, and there are several wandering wilderness corners, sewing double quilts for rock weeds and aiming at chrysanthemums.

Snowflakes were fluttering, and several of them went to the south by boat. Shepherd, farmer, how poor you are, find a domestic winter cat.

Snowflakes are falling, and a few pieces fall on mother's hair tips, white roofs, fences and bridges, and wrinkled smiles.

Snowflakes are fluttering, thousands of flowers are still free in the air, and two rows of red Fuji are running in the direction of sunshine.

5. "Love Snow"

Free and unrestrained is the freedom I pursue. Dancing,

It's the beauty I expect. Love is your whiteness, and whiteness is your innocence.

Innocence is your eternal smiling face, and smiling face is my treasured certificate.

When a gust of wind blows over your face, you can see the love of time. Eternity in an instant, beauty in the fog.

Like a pair of amber wings, dreams are swaying in the dawn of the Ming Dynasty.

The morning light stirs your hair like a pair of lovers' eyes.

It was the tremor of the sound of nature, the flute in fairyland, which lengthened all the plots.

Virgin skin reflects your sad mood.

6. "If I were a snowflake"

If I were a snowflake, where would I fall?

Drift into the river, turn into a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp?

Float to the square, make a snowman and smile at you? Kiss her and melt happily.

7. "Snowflakes"

I haven't had time to pick you up.

Gently put in the page, you have withered silently.

Buried in wet soil, long time no see.

That winter sunshine spread warmth all over the floor.

But how can I be willing to thank you and bend over,

I want to pick up the last crystal, but it is a ray of inexplicable thoughts.

In the mild sunshine, the snow has melted. Like this, quiet.

Si Nuo's Modern Poem 2 Snow

Last night, the north wind was bleak and tight, and the snow bank was fragrant.

Ten thousand branches of rouge are soaked in jade, which melts the poetry of the stream.

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Flowers bloom and fall for another thousand years.

Wind and frost can't age your fragrant face.

Only one branch was released in Zita Law, Qiancun.

Spring is everywhere in the world.

How does Dan Qing's wonderful pen imitate the brilliance of China's branches

Poets and poets only get drunk and chant flowers.

How many people use this to express their feelings and aspirations?

But who knows your difficulty?

Modern snow poem 3 1, when the snow melts

Xi Murong

When she was asleep.

He walked in a small town with melting snow.

miss the old days

Constellation 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

2. Snow Song

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

3. "I love the snow in Saibei"

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.

4. Poems of Snow

Did those snow-white elves fall in the winter snow?

I looked at the footprints deeply imprinted on the ground,

Is that dream catcher dancing here so early?

Hanging on the treetops is still so crystal clear,

And some naughty feathers dancing around,

The whole world seems to be quiet,

Occasionally, it is also my own footsteps.

Holding snow white,

To survive the whole winter,

Keep it in your heart and stay in it forever.

Pull out your messy heart,

Put it in a pure white,

Maybe you will get a happiness and peace.

5. It snows in May

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.

6. "Late Snow"

evening

You almost failed a pair of waiting eyes.

Obsessed, waiting

Goose feathers and velvet cotton in the dream

Sleep soundly, cringe

Pitiful grass

You are here, at night.

Silent surprise

White dust

This is not a crystal six-petal flower.

Pine trees have cloaks.

A little girl covered up.

Hands rubbing on the ground.

Tomorrow is the New Year.

Don't come too late

7. 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,

The footprints of desire have been trodden,

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.

Snow in Beijing,

cold light

That's impossible,

Like the rain in the south,

After the rain, a rainbow appeared.

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

9, "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

10, the 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

1 1, miss the snowy day

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.

12, snow

snow

Is it ... or not

You have an appointment with winter.

In this season.

You are on cloud nine.

Release your purity

Change the world in my eyes

When you release yourself,

Be melted by warmth

Or leave in tears?

When there is no your body.

Who knows?

You nourish the earth's desire.

There is your surging heat in the waves.

There will still be persistence in your falling in the world.

Only you

Waiting for the designated season

13, Snow, Thinking and Love

Snow came quietly.

Just lightly decorated the town.

I am walking on this foggy snowy night.

I like this situation and this scene.

Lonely late at night in Liao Dynasty.

No one, no wind, no dust.

I am the only one who is depressed.

Once again in the vast ecstasy.

Maybe there's only one night.

I will miss you like this.

Who are you, me?

I got lost in the snow.

The world is too flashy.

I became you.

Swallow tears into your stomach

The fragile heart was plated with firmness.

You shouldn't be young.

Added too much sadness that shouldn't be there.

On this snowy night of separation

I meditate, repent, meditate, repent.

What am I hiding in reality?

I miss my bosom friend.

Reflections on sisters

Or love for angels.

Yes, yes, yes, both.

Yes, and ... ...

But why, why, then I want to avoid it.

Was I still me then?

I don't know, I don't know.

Let me think, okay?

People always have some face.

No, there should be some hypocrisy in this world.

Snowy night is lonely and far away.

No one is smoke without fire.

Confused, confused, confused

I am walking on this snowy night, thinking about love. ...

14, snowflake

I haven't had time to put you

collect

Gently put it in the page.

You've been silent

Wither and wither

Buried in wet soil

Haven't seen you for a long time.

The sunshine of that winter

Spread warmth all over the floor

But how can I give up?

Give you a thank you.

bend down

Want to pick up the last piece of crystal.

It was a puzzling thought that was stirred up.

In the mild sunshine

Snowflakes are floating

In that way

quiet