Chapter One: Modern Winter Poetry: Winter in the South.
Rural areas in the south,
What remains in the ground after autumn is the scar scraped by the sickle.
Wait until the call of the spring breeze next year.
I began to conceive dreams again.
Maybe our lives are the same?
The scarecrow sprawled on the ground.
Purely organized and undisciplined
Past eyes can't sweep out their hearts.
Emptiness and anxiety
Growing old in the wind and rain is the most corrupt
There is no need to talk about health and achievement.
Maybe it's just a corner
You found it.
Bright and dazzling.
Stubbornly run counter to the season.
But it still ignites your inner weakness.
Hope to be strong
As usual, a piece of paper is flying in front of your eyes.
Maybe it doesn't mean anything.
At best, it shows a depressed rural scene.
But it has given many people life and hope.
Chapter two: Modern Winter Poetry: Winter.
Nest in the quilt and watch winter
Fly freely for a whole century.
Those ice sculptures are frozen in the window.
Like tears once.
It has become the most beautiful scenery in winter.
No one has forgotten.
A silent whisper in the pine forest
Echoes in every corner of youth
Quiet enough to breathe.
A blooming bud
This is a dream that appears at midnight.
Although it's not true.
But it smells good.
In that winter,
Who will remember?
Life used to be full of energy.
Chapter Three: Winter in the North, a modern winter poem
north
The heat of summer
The golden rain in autumn in the north
The following winter,
Then quietly ride the wind.
Come to this world
Yellow leaves are swaying in the wind.
The grass has been infected.
A layer of frost
The lake is also knotted.
A thick layer of ice
Those lovely birds
Also disappeared.
If spring is compared to
It is charm that revives everything.
That winter
It's a cold-blooded killer.
Let the whole world be covered
A layer of silence.
But only if it can withstand.
The test of fate
Everything can be honed
Tenacious vitality
Winter in the north
There is also a good side.
Occasionally from the clouds
Repeated sunshine
I can breathe some fresh air after staying indoors for a long time.
The sunshine in winter in the north is very warm
It doesn't look like it
The sun is so hot in summer in the north.
Burned plants and people.
More time
This seems to be a warm arm
Take you into its warm embrace
Although it is winter in the north.
No more complaints.
But all this will follow.
Temporary
Disappear in the warm sunshine
Winter in the north
A little less warm.
More attractive.
More than one.
Regret and stay the same
The beauty of silent expectation
Only in winter in the north
To understand
Put all the charm
After all, everything is arranged neatly.
Everything will be over.
Harmonious movement
It's really beautiful after the experience.
Be contained in my heart.
have much/many
Unexplored beauty
In winter in the north
Chapter Four: Modern Winter Poetry
I went through my winter.
This is my unique winter.
I won't talk about it.
But I don't expect spring.
Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.
Look blankly at a tree
Branches on the tree
In decline
A pile of firewood on the ground
The higher the cardinality.
Above the old man's forehead
The winter sun shines on him.
The pace of winter is accelerating.
The winter I have experienced
It is such a winter.
I won't talk about it.
That's the truth.
No one can change it.
Nobody can hide it.
Like a bird without a name
Air-dried skeleton
Hanging between the trunk and the fork
Laugh at your eyes
You can feel it
The speed of whistling past
Smash a corpse to pieces
Modern Poetry of Winter Scenery I love winter.
I like winter,
That six-petal snowflake,
This is a gift from grandpa Dong.
I like winter,
The snowman made by the children,
It is the joy that Santa Claus brings us;
I like winter,
That snowy world,
It is a playground for children;
I like winter,
That colorful cotton-padded jacket,
Add color to the snowy world;
I like winter,
That white and flawless winter