If I were a snowflake, flying in mid-air, I would definitely recognize my direction-fly, fly, fly, there is my direction on this ground. Don't go to that cold valley, don't go to that lonely foothills, don't go to that deserted street to fly, fly, fly. You see, I have my direction. Dancing in the air, I recognized Jingju and waited for her to visit Yang in the garden. Fly, fly, she smells of cinnabar plum. At that time, I clung to her skirt with my light body, close to her gentle heart, and melted into it, melted into it, melted into it.
Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which expresses the author's rich emotions in highly concise language and reflects social life in a concentrated way. The following are cheerful poems collected by Bian Xiao. Please check them out.