100 modern poems describing winter are as follows:
1. Winter Night
Author: Xin Di
Sitting in a red-fired stove In front of me,
the luster of the wood made me look shy;
stroking the faded satin,
the black cat called softly.
The blinds let in the fresh night air,
The stars are close under the columns of the long corridor;
I miss the warmth outside the dust,
Tonight The sound of the watch hit many pedestrians.
2. The happiness of snowflakes
Author: Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
flying gracefully in the air
I must know my direction clearly——
Fei Yang, Fei Yang, Fei Yang,——
There is my direction on this ground
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I won’t go to the cold and lonely valley,
I won’t go to the desolate foothills,
I won’t go to the deserted streets to feel melancholy——
Flying, flying, flying,——
Look, I have my direction.
Flying in the air,
identified the quiet residence,
waiting for her to visit in the garden——
< p>Feiyang, Feiyang, Feiyang,——Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums!
At that time, by virtue of my lightness,
I touched the skirt of her clothes
Close to her gentle wave of heart——< /p>
Xiaorong, Xiaorong, Xiaorong——
Melt into her soft heart!
3. In the Snow
Author: Feng Zhi
Thank God for drawing such a picture,
In this lonely place The two of us were painted on the roadside;
The snowflakes were as colorful as a dream,
There was a frozen river in the middle.
My arms are gray and the sadness of the twilight years,
But there is a crimson spring light floating on your face——
I think to myself, what if There is also a voice in the painting
My heart must burst out: "Dear girl!"
You deeply understand my meaning,
But you Indifferently without saying a word;
No matter how far or near you are, there are no feelings or ruthlessness,
They are all homeless in the wind and snow.
In the end I couldn't bear the silence any longer, and
teared the painting apart with the only voice in my heart.
Xue Huaer is still as confused as a dream,
In the confusion, I can no longer distinguish between you and me.
4. Winter in the north is winter
Author: Xu Zhimo
Winter in the north is winter,
The eyes are full of yellow deserts Earth and sky:
The bare branches stirred up the north wind——
Teams of athletes who dared to die stood proudly in front of the battle formation!
Leave no trace of residual greenness, not a trace of attachment,
Only the bare bones and muscles; condensed with the essence of life,
Patience, endurance for three years Winter's frost whip, snow fist, and wind sword,
I endure until the spring sun conquers the destruction, silence, and misery,
I endure until the spring sun opens the prison of life. Supervisor, release a branch of fresh tree branches!
Until the results of the patient struggle are seen, the athletes defeat the enemy and go home with a smile on their face!
Winter is winter in the north!
The earth and sky are filled with yellow sand;
A trapped ox in the field,
A few lines of mournful geese are drawn on the western horizon.
5. Winter
Author: Godot
Winter has the intention of winter,
it makes people feel cold and cold.
The falling leaves,
tell the wind’s carelessness.
A rain is needed to see off the dry soul.
Waiting for a flower to take shape,
Waiting for a bird to sing,
Waiting for a fish to fly,
< p>Winter has the intention of winter,Besides you this night, there is still a bright moon.
Winter has the intention of coming,
You and I are not traveling together.
Give me your warm palms,
Let me touch the cracks in the earth.
Give me your warm palm,
Let me push away the thick clouds.
Give me your warm palm,
Let me pay homage to the dead autumn insect.
But your palm,
is holding the bright moon,
Winter has the intention of winter,
cold and cold.