The wind blew all day, but it snowed all night.
It's cold in winter, another night.
Difficult to sleep, confused thinking.
Dreams and the status quo are inseparable.
Whose face ages easily?
Joan Chen
In my hurry, I tripped over my foot.
I didn't expect the solstice of winter to come, and I was long and vicissitudes.
Hold your head, wrinkles are deep.
Looking out the window alone.
The sky is boundless
I think infinitely in my heart.
The second chapter is the modern poetry from Sunday to winter.
It is said that the sun will go south today.
Today is cold, today is cold, and today is a long night.
Just like a baby is born,
Warming up day by day, showing the delicate appearance of spring flowers day by day.
It didn't snow,
What does it matter?
Snow in late winter falls in front of the eaves of the Spring Festival.
How many auspicious celebrations.
Men and women in colorful down jackets,
I don't care about frost,
Romance under the moon is still romantic,
Sentimental still staring at the street lamp.
Nothing serious happened,
Television, newspapers and the Internet are the same as yesterday.
It's just a bowl of jiaozi made by my mother.
Make this ordinary day different.
It's the winter solstice,
Spring is not far away.
Chapter III Modern Poetry from Sunday to Winter
It begins at dusk in western Western jackdaw.
Densely covered with willow branches
More cruel winter scenery, only memories.
I repeat myself over and over again.
give up
Finally, the sentimental heart lost its color.
Broken into snow ...
Western Western jackdaw picked up a piece of worry.
Fly to the sinking sunset
Fly to this sad height
There are no green hills to find in the sunset, and you?
Maybe he is snuggling up to him.
Maybe the corners of your mouth evoke a rainbow.
Maybe ask him gently.
"Who is whiter, snow or me?" …
With the sunset, with your direction.
A western Western jackdaw flew out of my chest.
A snowflake fell from my eyes.
The sun sets-
Please use your last sadness.
Pull the teenager's back into a faint erhu …