White birch stands in front of my window, covered with snow powder, as if inlaid with silver.
On that branch, there are strings of white, furry branches and white tassels.
In the sleepy silence, the birch tree stood quietly, and Xue Huadian was dumbfounded by the golden flame.
Lazy morning glow, nestled next to the birch tree. Silver plating on birch makes the whole body more dazzling.
Tree: A modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940. Included in Selected Poems of Ai Qing
A flowering tree: a lyric poem written by Xi Murong1June 4, 980. The author expresses his understanding of nature by describing a flowering tree. That is, life is a continuous process, process, process, and everything she writes is touched by the scenes of life.