Modern snow poems 1. Modern snow poems
1, five In the snow
Vicki Zhao; zhao Wei
On the fault in May, time slowed down.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.
2. "I love the snow in Saibei"
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
Your dance is so light.
Your heart is so pure
You are Chunyu's sister.
You are the messenger sent by spring.
Messenger of spring
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
You use a white jade-like body
Dress up the silver world
You put your life into the earth.
Moisturize the green wheat seedlings to welcome the spring flowers.
Ah ... I love you.
Ah ... snow in Saibei, snow in Saibei.
3. Snow Song
Wash the memory white and shiny.
But anyway,
Cann't get rid of it
A mark that goes deep into the bone marrow
The snow is depressing.
Like a flower.
Lose weight overnight
Countless beautiful temptations
With Leng Xiang swaying.
Scattered eyebrows
Understand; Understanding
Singing of snow
The sadness of six petals
Jump on the ice
all
It seems that
Only at certain moments.
Moved by you
2. Modern poems describing the snow scene in winter
1. Wang Wei: Hunting observation
2. We chased them, the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. Lu Lun: The Family Banquet Song
3. Knowing from afar is not snow, because there is fragrance. Wang Anshi: Plum Blossoms
4. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue. Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue
5. Chai Men smells dogs barking, and returns to people in the snowy night. Liu Changqing: Master of Furong Mountain in the snow.
6. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. Wang Changling: Seven Military Services.
7. I will cross the Yellow River, but the ice will suffocate and the ferry will climb the snowy Taihang Mountain. Li Bai: It's hard to go.
8. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining and the north wind is blowing snow. Normal University: Don't move up.
9. The window contains autumn snow in Xiling, and it is at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. Du fu: quatrains
10. The north wind rolled up the white grass and blew it away, and the snow in August swept across the Tatar sky. A song "Snow White" sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
1 1, three feet of snow, dream back to the old honeymoon machine. (Li Shangyin)
12, the building boat snowed in Guazhou at night, and the iron horse cleared the customs in autumn wind. (land travel)
13, see how Mount Zhongnan soars, and the white top crosses the clouds. (Zuyong)
14, the clouds are low at dusk, and the snow dance returns. (Du Fu)
15, the cold notice is over, and the spring breeze returns to the willow-Li Bai's "Eat, Drink, and Enjoy"
16, the clouds are in chaos, and the snow is empty-Du Fu's On Snow
17, the snow is gone, what will happen in a good year? There are poor people in Chang 'an, but it is not advisable to be rich (Luo Yin)
18, scattered three feet of snow, dreaming of the old machine. (Li Shangyin) Look at how Zhongnanshan takes off, and the white top is over the clouds. (Zuyong)
19, the night snows in Guazhou, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind. (Lu you) The clouds are low and dusk, and the snow dance is empty. (Du Fu)
20. I like the snow in the mountains, and the three armies are happy. Clouds, Twilight, Snow and Dancing to Empty Space —— Du Fu's "Piling Snow"
2 1, when the cold is over, the spring breeze returns to the willow-Li Bai's "Eat, Enjoy, and Be Happy"
3. Modern poems describing the snow scene in winter
Modern poems describing the snow scene in winter are as follows:
1, it snows in Beijing
Inadvertently, it is an ice floe flying from a taut string.
A little, a petal, a cluster.
The snow in Beijing is intentional.
The pallor flying all over the sky cannot fill the unfathomable sky.
I am uneasy, and I open my arms hard, trying to hug this holy soul tightly.
Snow in Beijing, wandering.
Hanging in the treetops, I feel inexplicable sadness and enjoy the forgotten peace here.
Out of wishful thinking, I shook my palm hard.
Even a little, a drop, is already cold.
The snow in Beijing is in a hurry.
When it falls, the footprints of desire are so dark.
Can't give up, has been a wish that can't be solved for thousands of years.
I did not hesitate to wipe the ice front of Henggu on my face.
The snow in Beijing is cold and shiny.
Impossible, like the rain in the south, there will be a rainbow after the rain.
2. "I love the snow in Saibei"
I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky.
Your dance is so light and your heart is so pure.
You are the younger sister of Chunyu, you are the messenger sent by Spring, the messenger of Spring.
I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky.
You dress up the silver world with a body as white as jade.
You have dissolved your life into the land, nourishing green wheat seedlings and flowers to welcome spring.
Ah-I love you.
Ah-the snow in the north of Saibei.
3. Time for snow to melt
When she fell asleep, he was walking in a melting snow town.
Yearning for the old days, stars.
And in front of the river where the ice blocks collide.
Whispering her name.
At night in the south, everything is as quiet as usual.
Except for a few tired petals, they landed at her window because of the wind.
4. Modern Snow Poetry
1, "When the Snow Melts" When Xi Murong was asleep, she walked in the snow melting town, in front of the river where the ice blocks collided, longing for the ancient stars and calling her name softly. At night in the south, everything was as quiet as usual, except for a few tired petals that were blown down on her window by the wind. "Snow Song" washes the memory white and shiny, but it can't wash away the imprint that goes deep into the bone marrow anyway. The frustration of snow is like a flower, and countless beautiful temptations and confusions are swaying with Leng Xiang. Can you understand the song of snow? Jump into six petals of sad ice. Everything seems to be moved by you only at certain moments. 3. I love the snow in Saibei. I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky. Your dance is so light. Your heart is so pure. You are Chunyu's sister. You are the messenger of spring. I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky. You dress up the silver world with a white jade-like body. You have integrated your life into the earth ... nourishing the green wheat seedlings and flowers in spring ... I love you ... the snow in the north of Saibei 4. Snow in the north of Saibei I looked at the footprints deeply imprinted on the earth. Is it a dream catcher who dances here early in the morning? Hanging on the treetops is still crystal clear, and some naughty feathers are dancing around. The whole world seems to be quiet, and occasionally it sounds like your own footsteps.
Holding snow, I want to hold it all winter, put it in my heart and stay in my heart forever. Unplug your messy heart and put it in a piece of pure white, maybe you will gain a happiness and tranquility.
5. In the May fault of the May In the snow, time was slow and turned into snow. Wrinkled silvery white wrapped the angel's wings.
Kissing the Apollo wind, vaguely stroking every inch of skin in the countryside, the lake was covered with scales, and the white iris with crescent moon jumped onto the slope and looked into the distance. It is white and familiar, gentle and quiet, and larks sing the melodies and poems circulated in the legend. In the early morning, the snow and ice of the four seasons form the seal flowers of Pak Lei, and the pearls with white pear waterfalls seem to be the road that the eyes have walked and the plateau that the wind and frost have climbed. Those clever stories soaked in snow are immersed in the sound of playing the piano keys, and the elegant time has not passed away. The white gauze lost in May has been dyed red by the stars and the moon, and the message of continuity has been seen in the distance. The legend circulated in the legend has been whispered for a long time. 6. "Looking at Snow (Three Songs)" (1) The snow on Mount Fuji is about to melt, accompanied by the warm wind blowing from the Mediterranean and the whistle of the tanker, and settled in Malacca. Light a cigar and drink a mocha, and the island will lift its veil.
It was last night that I picked up the falling cherry blossoms, and the snow was like a white horse. These two lovers, like Adam and Eve in the Bible, stared at Saint Lucia with gold in their watches.
The pocket watch couldn't answer, just watching Haiyan rush to fish and shrimp. "Didn't we agree to see the snow together?" (2) Moonlight is like Andersen's fairy tales, and the lips can't stand the bombing of B52.
Although my heart is like Vienna, sighing represents concern. Sigh doesn't need to be answered, just watch the volcano erupt.
Seeing the charming XX, I returned the bunch of cherry blossoms to her and stroked her cheek. (3) Invite Lu Yu to have tea with his wife, visit Wuji to chase beautiful flowers, and pick up embroidered handkerchiefs with incense all the way.
Dance in the peach grove, sing poems on the bamboo raft, and go there with me to see the snow, okay? 7. "Snow in Beijing" is a taut string that pops up, inadvertently a little bit, a petal, a cluster. It snows in Beijing.
Deliberately flying pale, unable to fill this unfathomable sky, I was uneasy and forced to open my arms. Want to hug this holy soul tightly.
It snows in Beijing. Wandering high in the treetops, inexplicably sad and exclusive, the forgotten tranquility here is wishful thinking. I shook my hand hard, even a little or a drop, it was already cold.
It snows in Beijing. In a hurry, when I fell, I left footprints of desire, dark and bright, which made me unable to give up. A desire that has been unsolved for thousands of years. I don't hesitate to wipe the eternal ice front on my face.
Snow in Beijing, cold wave, impossible, like rain in the south, rainbow 8 appears after rain. The beautiful snowflake is really you. It is crystal clear, bright, holy and leisurely falling. The intoxicating beauty is in the heart of your dream. In the palm of your hand, you are silent and instantly turn into cold raindrops, such as clear tears in the corner of your eyes. Is it warmth, gratitude, or joy after going through hardships? I came across the north wind to find you. I miss your rugged mountain road all night. Love is a crutch. My heart is a boat. I always miss you. Once again, I feel sorry for your indifference, so I have to put away my heart, close my eyes and let the lonely soul drift with the wind. You came after all. At the end of winter, in the despair of waiting, you turned around unexpectedly, flying all over the sky like a pear flower, and shuttling through the air like a white butterfly. Is it to drive away the loneliness of wintersweet or to rush to a world with you in spring, there will be a fairy-tale silver package. I hold you in my hand and hide you in my heart. Let me attach it to your ear and ask quietly, can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale all my life? 9. "Falling Snow" Snow has been dyed white on the cold glass of that season, printing the temperature of falling snow between your fingers. Time flies like the sky, and those memories like falling snow will always be like that. The distant snowy day counts like a light year. Looking at your old smile and childlike innocence, I still wander alone in the snowy days. I whispered the snow mixed in my clothes as a winter souvenir. I want to keep even a shadow. Snowflakes are falling in my eyes, but I am still awake after sleeping in the silent night. Who knows the sadness of falling snow? 10, The First Snow Last night, I had a dream that you couldn't catch the flying snow, disappeared from my fingers and fled tonight. I'm waiting for you to bring the news of spring, but why am I still afraid to touch you? Why is my heart still so empty? 1 1. The silent gesture of "I miss snowy days" remains unchanged, and there is a faint sound of snowflakes falling on my forehead, which is slightly cool. Those traceless sorrows and joys gradually turn white and warm in the clarity, and all kinds of faces can turn to laugh, cry and fly in nostalgia.
5. Modern poems describing snow scenes
The Time of Melting Snow Author: Xi Murong When she was asleep, he was walking in the melting snow town, longing for the ancient stars and calling her name softly before the river where the ice collided. At night in the south, everything was as quiet as usual except for a few tired petals that were blown off her window by the wind. I don't want to stop, as if thinking about the sadness and joy played for parting, thinking about whether I have found a suitable harbor to anchor in the cold, but as a partner, I don't feel cold and snow, and the cotton-padded clothes covered in the whirlpool of dreams also fall off gently. Did the snow drive me away? Light parting, wrapped in the color of snow, can't bear to desecrate such a pure white world. Leave silently, pray for love and wish each other a world of their own. Snowflakes are flying, flying ... and gradually stopping.
6. Write modern poems about snow
Xueyun
I don't know.
Do you like spring?
I can't know either.
Are you in love with me?
If you really want to
Please float down.
Me?
Based on self-confidence and open up enthusiasm
Listen to you quietly.
Because there are still frozen areas on the earth
Please make a cotton bed with a sloping floor.
Because spring still needs to be moistened
Please feed the radicle with milk.
Because the road is not smooth.
Please cover all rugged areas.
Because the sky is not so transparent.
Please wash the dust off your eyes.
Because my body will be stained more or less.
Please soak my soul.
Since so many people are infatuated with you.
Now that you have fallen.
Even poets are willing to write poems about you.
Bury me
You come-
The sunshine is coming, too.
The warm wind is coming.
Here comes the music.
Inspiration is coming.
Marvel Comics appreciates your elegance and whiteness.
Shocked by your endless feelings
Rejoice for your chic and elegance.
Joan pressed the branches? Quinn is at his peak.
The field is empty? The village was silent.
The mountains and rivers in your King's Landing are muddy as jade.
Your first world is quiet and pleasant.
Cover me
Despite the eyes
Can't stand your strong test
My mind
Just waiting for a voice in your silence ...
7. Modern poems describing snow
1, "When the Snow Melts" When Xi Murong was asleep, she walked in the snow melting town, in front of the river where the ice blocks collided, longing for the ancient stars and calling her name softly. At night in the south, everything was as quiet as usual, except for a few tired petals that were blown down on her window by the wind. "Snow Song" washes the memory white and shiny, but it can't wash away the imprint that goes deep into the bone marrow anyway. The frustration of snow is like a flower, and countless beautiful temptations and confusions are swaying with Leng Xiang. Can you understand the song of snow? Jump into six petals of sad ice. Everything seems to be moved by you only at certain moments. 3. I love the snow in Saibei. I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky. Your dance is so light. Your heart is so pure. You are Chunyu's sister. You are the messenger of spring. I love you. The snow in Saibei is floating all over the sky. You dress up the silver world with a white jade-like body. You have integrated your life into the earth ... nourishing the green wheat seedlings and flowers in spring ... I love you ... the snow in the north of Saibei 4. Snow in the north of Saibei I looked at the footprints deeply imprinted on the earth. Is it a dream catcher who dances here early in the morning? Hanging on the treetops is still crystal clear, and some naughty feathers are dancing around. The whole world seems to be quiet, and occasionally it sounds like your own footsteps.
Holding snow, I want to hold it all winter, put it in my heart and stay in my heart forever. Unplug your messy heart and put it in a piece of pure white, maybe you will gain a happiness and tranquility.
5. In the May fault of the May In the snow, time was slow and turned into snow. Wrinkled silvery white wrapped the angel's wings.
Kissing the Apollo wind, vaguely stroking every inch of skin in the countryside, the lake was covered with scales, and the white iris with crescent moon jumped onto the slope and looked into the distance. The white, tender and quiet lark sings the melodies and poems circulated in the legend. Unprinted chapters built four seasons of ice and snow in the morning to seal the flowers in Pak Lei. White pear flower falls's streamer pearls are like the road traveled by the eyes, bearing the plateau climbed by the wind and frost. Those clever stories soaked by snow and the moon have merged into the sound of playing the piano, and the elegant time has not passed away. The white gauze left in May has been dyed red by the stars and the moon, and the message of continuity can be seen in the distance. Legends have been circulated among legends for a long time. 6. "Looking at Snow (Three Songs)" (1) The snow on Mount Fuji is about to melt. It is a warm wind blowing from the Mediterranean Sea. With the whistle of the oil tanker, it is moored in the Straits of Malacca. Light a cigar and drink a mocha, and the island will lift its veil.
It was last night that I picked up the falling cherry blossoms, and the snow was like a white horse. These two lovers, like Adam and Eve in the Bible, stared at Saint Lucia with gold in their watches.
The pocket watch couldn't answer, just watching Haiyan rush to fish and shrimp. "Didn't we agree to see the snow together?" (2) Moonlight is like Andersen's fairy tales, and the lips can't stand the bombing of B52.
Although my heart is like Vienna, sighing represents concern. Sigh doesn't need to be answered, just watch the volcano erupt.
Seeing the charming XX, I returned the bunch of cherry blossoms to her and stroked her cheek. (3) Invite Lu Yu to have tea with his wife, visit Wuji to chase beautiful flowers, and pick up embroidered handkerchiefs with incense all the way.
Dance in the peach grove, sing poems on the bamboo raft, and go there with me to see the snow, okay? 7. "Snow in Beijing" is a taut string that pops up, inadvertently a little bit, a petal, a cluster. It snows in Beijing.
Deliberately flying pale, unable to fill this unfathomable sky, I was uneasy and forced to open my arms. Want to hug this holy soul tightly.
It snows in Beijing. Wandering high in the treetops, inexplicably sad and exclusive, the forgotten tranquility here is wishful thinking. I shook my hand hard, even a little or a drop, it was already cold.
It snows in Beijing. In a hurry, when I fell, I left footprints of desire, dark and bright, which made me unable to give up. A desire that has been unsolved for thousands of years. I don't hesitate to wipe the eternal ice front on my face.
Snow in Beijing, cold wave, impossible, like rain in the south, rainbow 8 appears after rain. Beautiful snowflake, is it really you? Crystal clear, bright and holy, falling leisurely. The intoxicating beauty is in your heart and in your dreams. In the palm of your hand, you are silent and instantly turn into cold raindrops, such as clear tears in your eyes. Is it warmth, gratitude, or joy after suffering? I came across the north wind to find you. I have missed your rugged mountain road. Love is a crutch and boundless autumn water. You and I always miss meeting again and again, and I have always been sad for your indifference. I once reluctantly put away my thoughts, closed my eyes and let the lonely soul drift with the wind. You came at the end of winter, waiting for despair. You turned around unexpectedly, flying in the air like a pear flower, like a white butterfly. Is it to drive away the loneliness of wintersweet or to rush to a spring? There is a fairy tale with you in the world. I hold you in my hand, hide you in my heart, and then let me attach it to your ear and ask you quietly, can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale all my life? 9. "Falling Snow" Snow has been dyed white in the cold glass of that season, printing the temperature of falling snow between your fingers. Time flies like the sky, and those memories like falling snow will always be like that. The distant snowy day counts like a light year. Looking at your old smile and childlike innocence, I still wander alone in the snowy days, whispering the snow on my clothes as a souvenir of winter. I want to keep even a shadow. Flowing in my eyes are falling snowflakes. Sleeping in the snow at night, but still awake. Who knows the sadness of falling snow 10, the first snow last night, I had a dream that you couldn't catch the snow all over the sky and disappeared from my fingers. Tonight, I'm waiting for you to bring the news of spring, but why am I still afraid to touch you? Why is my heart still so empty? 1 1, I miss Gone with the Wind.
8. Modern Snow Poetry
Qinyuanchun wormwood
1February 936
Northland scenery,
Thousands of miles of ice,
It snows in Wan Li.
Looking inside and outside the Great Wall,
Only Yu Yu is arrogant;
Upstream and downstream of the river,
I lost my mind.
Mountain dancing silver snake,
The original wax figure,
Want to compete with the weather.
It must be sunny,
Look at that red dress,
Particularly enchanting?
There are so many beautiful women in this country,
Attract countless heroes to compete.
Cherish the martial arts of Qin Huang,
Slightly lost literary talent;
Tang zong song zu,
Slightly coquettish.
A generation of tianjiao,
Genghis Khan,
I only know how to shoot an eagle with a bow.
It's all gone,
Count romantic figures,
Still watching now?