The first snow fell on my shoulder.
Go deep into snow white's heart
green
sudden
Suddenly remind of a word
It is spring when the snow melts.
Like snow on my shoulder.
Like a six-sided cream cake
Like a little hummingbird
White feathers are beating.
Bouncing
Be sung by green birds
trip
The white light is refracted at this moment.
In my heart
In the cold winter.
Snow is my happiest holiday.
With a white silent fire cloud
The name of a flower in winter
The name of a flower in winter
In the middle of1February
Air waiting to thaw.
In that snow-covered city
Like a group of fragrant pigments
Those petals that breathe gently.
Bright yellow, lake blue, bright white
There is a picture in the dark.
Looking for spring lanterns.
Black land like ice
There is also the name of a bright flower.
Embroidered on the tail that stands high.
Between ups and downs, English autumn is colorful.
The whole snowfield is running.
every time
When it collides with sunlight,
The name of this gentle flower
Like a broken golden wing.
I crossed my head, full of sparks.
A few degrees below zero, it should be a cold wave.
In a shy manner
Let me be intoxicated
And I, holding the fire.
The warmth in my heart
Also in a shy way.
Sing with flowers
In winter, I write a poem.
In winter, I write a poem.
Rhetoric of tree breath
Write in sparrow's secret language
Use the wings of snow as the title
It must be white and covered with fog.
The wind is generally big and small.
Through this thin city every night.
The gloom of the empty suburbs.
Hold your chest
If my poem
Vilen is full of pear blossoms in autumn.
I will comment for many days.
The sighs of those flowers
If my poem falls on an old mountain
More often, I have tears in my eyes.
But I was speechless.
And people far away.
I really want to ask you.
Would you like to fly with my poem?
Hold me tight.
Let me affectionately call you "captain, my captain."
Let's go to Neverland and be a crazy leader.
Our props are
Mermaid's lagoon, beast's cave
Indian horn and robin hood's bow and arrow
There, we love the love of children.
In winter, I write a poem.
Use the application of pigeons as rhetoric
Write with the baby's laughter
Use the glow of fireflies as the title
I'm exhausted. It took me twenty minutes to finish typing. ) I hope it can be adopted.