The sound of winter is accompanied by rivers and veins in the bustling city.
The sound of winter, running on a brand-new avenue!
2. Poetry in Winter II
The lush branches and leaves are gone, the waves of passion are gone, and the windy air is hard to find.
The wind stopped and stopped on the last dying leaf in the treetops. ?
The fog is cold in front of us, but the sun is too lazy to work, leaving a few rays of sunshine to perfunctory.
Although it has a temperature, it is daunting-it breaks the last hope. It's always cold in winter.
3. Poetry in Winter III
After the cold night, the village was quiet.
Empty streets and closed doors.
The villagers shut out the yard in winter.
4. Winter Poetry 4
My name is Snowflake.
I like the country, I like the hillside, and I like climbing branches.
The mountains are still green and the streams are still gurgling.
Sisters in the north can't see such vivid pictures.
I am a fragrant snowflake, a snowflake with roots.
5. Poetry Five in Winter
What is winter?
Winter is a magician, turning out white and flawless snowflakes, making children playing with snow happier.
What is winter?
Winter is a musician, composing beautiful music with the wind. Listen, they are singing.