Modern poems about winter?

1, ode to Arxan

Author: Wei Zhi

Fantasy miracle

The accidental wind blew up the dream of spring.

In the snowy area in the distance, the peaks are protruding.

Love in Qilin Peak

Legend has it that the courage of children is still visible in the cuckoo valley.

That piece of red azalea

Hua hai Lian Tian

Happiness flows under the White Wolf Peak.

Songye Lake is sunny.

There are countless melancholy and sleepless in the wilderness.

Even with a thousand regrets.

I will also fall in love with Aershan Hot Spring, which is a hot spring covered with water.

Pulling countless happy moments, unfamiliar shoulders are covered with familiar fruits.

They are all seeds of the future.

But no one can obey the rules.

They crossed a river.

Fly to another heaven with their reflections swaying in the water.

There are also light edges that gather and disperse back and forth.

Wake up from the water in autumn

Willow herb is blooming brightly, and Gesanghua has handed herself over.

Lightfooted. Lily's waist is getting thinner and thinner.

A wisp of gauze and mist

Waiting to melt in a fantasy aershan.

2. Four Seasons Like Songs

Author: Li Qing

We are walking in the spring of life.

Spring flowers bloom

Give us the illusion of youth.

Put on the ideal wings

The whole spring

Youth is no longer confused.

Monument to life

Need the cornerstone of youth

Autumn is the harvest season.

Red maple leaf

Golden fruit

You have a clear conscience.

Passionate singing

Enjoy the harvest

Winter is a warm season.

A raging fire

Red your happy face.

Warm your heart after vicissitudes.

The beautiful and flawless white snow

Make your life white.

Oh, how wonderful life is.

This spring?

What a mess this spring?

Then I thought of some tombstones?

Then I remembered my childhood?

What a mess this spring?

Spring poems were written by spring?

My poem is the blade of grass and crown in spring?

In this spring?

What else can I do?

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

3. Winter morning

Author: Pushkin?

Frost and sunshine, what a beautiful day!

Charming friend, but you are sleeping.

It's time, beauty, wake up!

Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness.

Please come out, as the morning star in the north,

Come and meet the goddess of the morning glow in the north!

Last night, you remember, the snow was spinning,

The sinister sky is shrouded in darkness.

The yellow moon behind the dark clouds

Like pale spots in the night sky.

You sit there, bored-

But now ... ah, please look out the window.

Under the blue sky, it spreads brilliantly on the Yuan Ye like a tapestry.

A large area of snow shines with sunshine,

Only the transparent Woods are darkening.

The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.

Amber lit up the whole room.

It's shining. In a new fire

Make a pleasant crackling sound.

It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time.

However, should you call someone earlier?

Put the brown horse on the sleigh!

Dear friends, have a nice trip.

Let's slide through the early morning snow.

Let that fierce horse run,

Let's visit the clearing.

The forest that grew not long ago,

That river bank is too good for me.

4. Thick plum trees

Author: Ye Saining?

A stout plum tree,

Open it with a spring,

Golden branches,

Grow like curly hair.

Sweet dew,

Dropping down the bark;

Leaving a green trace of spices,

Shining silver.

Satin nail

Shining in the dew,

Like bright earrings,

Put it on a pretty girl's ear.

Where the residual snow melts,

On the grass near the roots,

A silver stream,

Happy flow all the way.

The stout plum tree stretches its branches,

Give off a charming fragrance,

Golden green sign,

Reflecting sunlight.

The stream makes waves of broken jade,

Splashed on the branches of the thick plum tree,

Playing the strings under the cliff,

Sing for her affectionately.

5. The tree by the window

Author: Frost?

The tree by my window, the tree by my window,

When night falls, I close the window;

But don't draw the curtains,

So as not to separate you from me.

You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground,

You are as erratic as a cloud,

Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue,

Not everything makes sense.

But tree, I saw the wind shaking you.

If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,

You'll see that I'm being stirred violently,

Almost swept by the storm.

The fate of that day is due to its playfulness,

Linking the two of us together:

You are influenced by the external climate,

And I am the inner wind and rain.