A modern classic poem that lasted all winter.
Autumn struggled to climb over the windows.
Hay turned white overnight.
The northwest wind began to shine.
A thin layer of frost.
But it can't be covered.
The roof of the poor
I cringed.
Drill into thick shell
It's like Qiu being held hostage
Modern classical poetry in the second winter
Poke your nose everywhere
Wrinkle the river surface
Disrupt the willow's long hair.
Leaves with a sigh
Hay is on crutches.
I put on my cotton-padded clothes.
The threshold of winter roads
tread lightly
fear that
Awaken the door of dreams
A modern classic poem "Three Winters"
The first winter rain
In a dream
Stranded
Leave a wet mark
(early) morning
The wind is tighter than usual.
The leaves at the top of the tree can't hold on any longer.
Sparrows look down at the bare branches.
Looks a little lonely
Running pedestrians
Too busy to care about the story after the rain.
I don't care.
Dadishen
A cotton-padded coat with yellow leaves
A modern classic poem "Four winters"
Push open the door of early winter.
The sun is very cold.
Moonlight washes the cold
The wind holds the knife.
The bird dodged.
Broad vision
The branches extend into the blue sky.
Abrupt but not abrupt
Bird's nest is clear at a glance.
Appear alone
There seems to be asthma in winter.
Groan in a low voice
only
Snow in the distance
Haven't appeared yet
A modern classic poem "Five winters"
The festival came as scheduled.
There is snow on the road.
The window is looking forward to the flowers.
The ice flower is gone.
The sun closed its edge.
Platanus acerifolia
Stubborn resistance
Delay ending it
The last song of the curtain call
Thin trees look forward to snow.
Make its white leaves.
Shelley
Spring is coming.