A voice is walking in the snow.
That's frozen soil under snow.
The faint sound of waves coming from the room.
Thick snow
Spread thousands of roads under your feet.
Hot air rises in both feet.
I'm still covered with snow.
This snow has been waiting for me for a long time.
I arrived as scheduled.
Spent half my life.
Melting snow
In the midday sun
The earth squeezes its water.
The city is spinning.
Gradually reveal one's true colors
The sound of the ambulance is getting weaker and weaker.
I said to the crowd
What should be left must be left.
Like snow, you can't keep the raging wind.
Cold, can't leave the smell of snow.
Cities cannot keep birds as food.
Snowy night
It takes courage to speak.
Listen patiently.
Tacit understanding is innate.
It's not sitting at both ends of the coffee.
You don't have to lean.
One line, one line.
Connect two indifferent hearts
Such a snowy night
A pine needle fell into the snow.
There will be a loud splash.
From south to north, thousands of miles away.
The faint coolness of the snow came like a laser.
We have nowhere to run in language.
You listen quietly.
Let my talk burst into tears.
Eyes full of wine.
Skew wheel
Qin zihao in the cold first quarter moon snow
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
On this lonely road, both of us were painted;
Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,
Add a frozen river in the middle.
My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.
But you have a crimson spring on your face-
I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.
My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "
You know exactly what I mean,
But you didn't say a word lightly;
A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,
Floating around in the snow without a master.
Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.
Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.
Snowflakes are still dreamlike,
I can't tell you from me in the fog.
Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Follow closely
Stretch out your cold fingers
Pulling a pedestrian's skirt,
As old as your land.
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Drive a carriage
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow
Where are you going?
Tell you
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Because of yours
A face engraved with epileptic wrinkles.
I can go so deep
got it
People living on the grassland
The hardships of years.
but I ...
It's not happier than you.
-Lying on the river of time
A wave of suffering
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Vagrancy and imprisonment
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life
Like your life.
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that tattered Wu Peng boat
Reflect the light and hang your head.
Who is sitting there?
-Ah, you
A dirty little woman,
Is it ... or not
Your home
A nest of happiness and warmth
An already violent enemy
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death
You were teased by the enemy's bayonet.
On such a cold night.
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
For "object": analysand
The Road to China
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China;
The cold is blocking China. ...
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators
Lost their livestock.
Lost their land in Waugh.
squeeze in
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry earth
Reach out into the dark sky
Begging for help
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine is in the dark.
A weak poem.
Can I give you some warmth?