Modern Poetry of the Great Cold

During the day, snowflakes and shrapnel were flying, cracking Dahan's skin

Dahan had lost blood, and his skin was cruelly white

The fat was spread all over the floor, and it was white. Liang Nili

When you step on it, there is a squeaking pain

The snow of the severe cold has bandaged the naked branches as far as the eye can see

The twelfth lunar month's The cold plum blossoms convey life under the snow

Breathing out the breath of gossamer, letting the vast expanse contain a subtle fragrance

I alone see the bravery of the white poplars in the sky, and the strong mountain ridges

Great cold, I closed my fierce eyes in the cold wind

The thick black cold light of the night stung my nerves in the bitingness

This cold light is black and evil, Let me tremble in the warm house

In the dark corners of the city, there are still people shivering without returning home

After the great cold turns the twenty-four meridians, the head of spring stands upright

Under the fat body of the snow, the cold stethoscope of Dahan

is pressing hard on the chest of the earth, but I hear the thump of the Yang pulse

When fighting against the extreme cold, It's when the severe winter is about to break

The great cold is a kind of thought, the heavier it is, the more answers there are

The green branches are thicker than the jade arms, and the cold fragrance is filled with the spirit of youth

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