Modern poetry praising winter

Before you know it, it is winter again. Do you like winter? Let's feel the beauty of winter from some modern poems! The following is a modern poem praising winter, which I carefully recommend to you. I hope it will help you.

Modern Poetry Praises Winter (I): Feng Zhi in the Snow

Thank God for drawing such a picture,

On this lonely road, both of us were painted;

Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,

Add a frozen river in the middle.

My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.

But you have a crimson spring on your face-

I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.

My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "

You know exactly what I mean,

But you didn't say a word lightly;

A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,

Floating around in the snow without a master.

Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.

Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.

Snowflakes are still dreamlike,

I can't tell you from me in the fog.

1926

Modern Poetry Praises Winter (Ⅱ): A Rare Xu Zhimo

Rare, the night is so quiet,

Rare, the fire is so warm,

It is even more rare to be silent.

A pair of lonely souls!

No camp, no comments,

Without vanity, suspicion and hatred,

Sitting quietly in front of the fire,

I can only silently count the lanes farther away.

Take a sip of water, my friend,

Moisturize chapped lips;

You add some coal, my friend,

A red flame. Thank you for your hospitality.

On a cold winter night, my friend,

People know how to cherish the rare furnace salary;

In the cold world,

Just condensed a few sympathetic hearts!

Before March 1925

Modern Poetry in Praise of Winter (3): The sunshine in the winter morning,

There is a coolness around,

Soak in the air,

It smells like winter.

Light white or dark white,

Sprinkle lightly on streets, buildings, people's hair,

For example,

The painter drew a white sketch of the city.

At first glance, it is vivid and quiet.

Give a person a kind of peace,

There is also a cool fragrance.

In a field where there is no performance,

Only the frost dances lightly in the air,

A lonely haystack,

Lonely as a castle,

Meditation is like a terracotta warrior.

Dry branches,

I have taken off my summer clothes.

Swaying branches,

Smeared on a cool background,

Lonely leaves, entrusted with the mother's acacia,

Fell asleep under the tree.

The breath of winter, flowing in the fields,

Frost came here,

Paint them with white makeup,

Paint it in a comfortable light color.

In the beautiful Jiangnan city,

Without flowers and birds,

With the frost, the breeze spoke.

Frost, on the harmonious earth, casts a touch of shallow cold color,

She enveloped the whole city,

When we want to touch her figure,

She disappeared without a trace in the sun.

Nowhere to find.

So, pedestrians on the street,

Make eye contact with her,

At that moment,

She may jump on your face and hair playfully.

Bright clothes and hats,

Bring endless reverie to people in a hurry.

She is a lively girl,

In the "early morning" when the fish-belly white is about to rise,

Jumped one last dance in the air,

The beautiful dance played up the flavor of fairy tales.

She didn't learn from the splendor of snowflakes,

Freehand brushwork without rain,

She took advantage of her uniqueness,

Deduct a wonderful life.

She is a shy woman,

Like to whisper at night,

Whisper in the dark.

Before the sun rises,

Weave a new dress for the earth,

In thin and dense stitches,

There is a deep love,

Little by little,

In people's dreams.

On a lonely night, she may want to tell an inner story.

Tell us how poetic this season is,

Tell us that every season has its charm,

Like this winter morning,

Without first frost's company, how can it be colorful?

This is frost, a unique classic in winter.

This is Frost, it brings the inner world,

Without reservation,

Frost used a frank and casual personality,

And simple language,

Tell people,

The bleak winter also has a moving side.

Modern Poetry Praises Winter (IV): Winter thoughts have just come out,

I feel the cold wind whistling,

It turned out to be winter.

Rushed to the autumn class,

With its gift for nature,

Come into this world.

if winter comes ,

The sun is cold, too.

The earth turned into a cold steel plate.

The cold wind stripped the trees of their coats,

Standing there naked,

Endure the cold of winter;

Autumn hay

Shrinking his body,

Keep your head in the ground.

Cold winter

Releasing a magical power,

Painting on the glass window,

Draw a beautiful picture;

Silver-gray clouds

Rolling in the sky,

It seems that a heavy snow is brewing. ...

Dongguniang

Dressed in white,

Stretch out your slender arms,

Touch the earth gently!

So,

Vilen,

Presenting a silvery white world,

Mountain peaks and villages

Birds and me,

Has become a part of nature,

Into the beauty of white,

With you, with me

I can't tell you from me!

Ah, this white and elegant season!

Modern Poetry in Praise of Winter (V): The Happiness of Snowflakes by Xu Zhimo

If I were a snowflake,

Handsome in midair

I have to know my direction clearly-

Fly, fly, fly,-

This land has my direction.

Don't go to that cold valley,

Don't go to the desolate foothills,

I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-

Fly, fly, fly,-

You see, I have my direction.

Dancing in the air,

Identify quiet homes,

Waiting for her to visit in the garden—

Fly, fly, fly,-

Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!

At that time, I relied on my lightness,

Yingying touched her skirt.

Close to her tender heart-

Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-

Into her gentle heart!

Written on February 30th 1924.

Modern Poetry Praises Winter (VI): Spring in Winter, Is there still spring in winter?

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This is my green home.

Cold winter

It's snowy outside.

My warm green home

But this is a green world.

The ocean of fresh flowers

Look at that.

Green radish

Flowing down from the high refrigerator like a waterfall.

Look at that.

jasper

Put your feet in a transparent glass jar.

Grow up excitedly

Ye Er is flashing blue light.

Look at that.

hibiscus

Grow up like a tree.

Lvyejian

Crimson flowers are in full bloom.

Look at that.

chrysanthemum

Cluster opening, cluster opening

Like a white mushroom umbrella in a big forest.

What a happy family!

Look at that.

Arundo donax

Brothers and sisters get together.

Layers of green shoots

Build a green tall building

Look at that.

In that fish tank with lush water plants

The fish is crossing the green.

The sound of crying or vomiting

Spring in winter

I love you.

Modern Winter Poems (7): Xin Di in Winter Night

Sitting in front of the burning stove,

The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;

Touching the faded satin,

The black cat whispered.

Shutters let in fresh air at night,

The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;

Miss the dust outside the warmth,

How many pedestrians were hit by loud noises tonight?

1934 65438+ February

One night in Xishan Songtang

The quatrain-Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and a line of dew rises to heaven. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships in Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. Knowing from a distance that it is not snow that brings fragrance.

Modern Poetry Praises Winter (8): Love in Winter

Pen; Look or not?

That look,

It's all flames,

Light, a warm season.

Burning in winter,

Reach out and feather love.

Companionship, always great,

Im really looking forward to it.

See or not see,

Waiting for you at night.

Miss, in my heart,

Come back to your arms.

Love songs in winter,

My lips are dripping and my songs are endless.