Poetry about winter, modern poetry

Modern poems about winter are as follows:

Modern poetry one:

Cold, so suddenly, many people are talking about the news that a dog has been frozen to death. I looked at the flowers on the balcony, and the begonia was red. It was really nice. It's a little sad to pick one. In broad daylight, the sun is aging and getting lighter and lighter. I went to the yard to turn over a quilt. Winter!

Appreciation: The sudden cold makes you uncomfortable, and the news that dogs are frozen to death has caused many people to discuss. On the balcony, you saw a blooming begonia flower, but you picked one, but it was a little sad. The days are getting shorter, the sunshine is getting weaker and older. Walking into the yard, I began to prepare quilts for the winter.

Modern poetry II:

Wood gives up the bones in the body, rubs against each other and gives up the temperature at which life gathers. I think it tragically gave up the body, the joys and sorrows of the past, the remaining youth, the memory, the time from itself, and finally restored to the true colors of life. I held it in my hand and didn't want it to be blown away by the wind. It laughed and laughed at my shallowness.

Appreciation: Wood gives up bones in mutual friction and gathers temperature, as if tragically letting go of joys, sorrows, youth and memories and returning to the true colors of life. You cling to the wood with both hands, and don't want it to be blown away by the wind, but it laughs at your shallowness.

Modern poetry III:

This winter, let me hold your hand. You said that in winter, my little hands always get frostbite. I am very distressed. I want to warm you and keep the pain away from you. Let me love you. There are many days and nights. I dreamed of your long hair, dear. I want to use my life to make you happy. In this winter, dear, let's start from this winter. I don't want to be alone

Appreciation: this winter, I want to hold her little hand, because she said that small hands are easy to get frostbite, and you are very distressed. You want her to feel warm and away from pain. You love her. You often dream of her long hair. She is your beloved, and you want her to be happy in your life. In this winter, you want to be with her, not alone, accompanying her and loving her.