Snow's poem
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.
A modern poem about snow: Five In the snow
On the fault in May, time slowed down.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming Wrinkles are wrapped in silver.
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 white flash of the crescent moon.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it was all white.
Deja vu.
Gentle and quiet.
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend.
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Create four-season ice and snow storage in the morning light.
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls.
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
The plateau I climbed was 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.
The white gauze left by time.
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky is gone.
There is a continuous message.
Looking into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.