Poetry in winter I
Waiting for winter, waiting for a snow will cover everything in the world. I was walking under a bare tree and thought about the appearance of flowers. Some dreams still give me the beauty of smiling. There are too many things I don't have time to do and too many words I don't have time to say. In this way, I was buried in faded youth. In my heart, in an indescribable artistic conception, please let me clear all my regrets.
Appreciation: It expresses the feeling of waiting for winter, hoping that a snow can cover up all regrets and unfinished things. The author remembered the beauty of spring flowers and lamented the passage of time, but still hoped to welcome the new year with great expectation.
Poetry in Winter II
On a winter night, the soul embraces the trembling body. Baby, don't be afraid. The cold night will soon pass and the light will come. Listen carefully. A small snowflake outside the window is lamenting. I am so beautiful and sacred. Why can't I escape the perfect fate? I said: I am so strong and optimistic, but I always follow the footsteps of death. Snow White said: The season gave birth to me, and the darkness killed you.
Appreciation: Describe a scene where snowflakes sing on a winter night. Snowflakes ask themselves why beauty is doomed to death, while people say that although they are strong and optimistic, they cannot avoid death. This passage expresses the thoughts and feelings about the fragility of life through the dialogue between snow and people.
Poetry in winter III
We call various forms of airflow wind and distinguish them by seasons. When I was a child, in my eyes, the wind was the wind, and the air flowed outside my body. Only in winter do I get used to avoiding the cold wind. When I grow up, I gradually understand that more sharp winds come from our empty hearts. It is winter and the north wind is very cold. When I wrote this, I thought of you, mom, and your wrinkled face floated before my eyes like a cloud.
Appreciation: This passage expresses the changes in thinking and perception brought about by growth by recalling the cognition of wind when I was a child. The author gradually understands that people's inner feelings and thoughts can be as sharp as the wind and more difficult to escape. Finally, the author remembered her mother in winter and described her wrinkled face.