1, waiting for snow
Waiting for Snow is a modern poem written by Yazi 20 14. The work repeatedly emphasizes the world's urgent desire for "snow" through various dizzying pictures. This is a poem with a strong sense of rhythm. The rhythmic verse tells over and over again who is waiting for the snow and how to wait, creating a long-lost artistic conception of snow. Then he said that "the mother of human beings is crying on the dry seabed", suggesting that if the heavy snow does not come, it will lead to serious consequences.
2. "Snow"
Snow is a poem by Shangchao Li, which is a fictional plot of the poet. Using virtual plots, scenes and stories to express the poet's inner truth, artistic opinions and spiritual orientation is a common technique in modern poetry. Say what he thinks and experience what he wants, with the aim of serving the poet's expression. Of course, this kind of virtuality should also be comparable, otherwise, readers will lose the support of understanding. And the degree of this poem is well grasped.
3. Snowy night
Snowy Night is a modern poem written by Su Jiancong. Text: It's snowing, falling on my face one by one, like your kiss, turning into water and sliding down my cheeks with tears. I miss you, in the night with snow in the wind.
4. Snowman
Snowman is a modern poem written by Tian Xiang.
Original: Snowman, the way to die alone is very simple. It's like standing in the snow and suddenly your hair turns white. Unexpectedly, in the mirror, it snowed heavily one day. I'll never find the way I used to be, but I can't bear to get old. I have been standing in the same place waiting for you. I waited stubbornly and stupidly, and I became a snowman before I knew it. I also have a cold and hard heart. Except for you, even the tears of God. Can't melt me,
5.xiaoxue
Light Snow is a modern poem written by Wang Changzheng.
Original: If there is hazy rain, there should be hazy snow. From the night sky, she wandered to my windowsill, and her steps were beautiful. Hidden worries for a long time, full of sweet laughter. Along the deep eyes, enter the surging dream. Jumping, melting and disappearing at my fingertips. The trance turned into long tears and the light shone on her naked skin.
Bright and white, flashing, roaming in the dark, not coming, and not knowing where to go. As the wind breathes, it floats between buildings. This quiet night is shrouded in the pain of breaking the white sky.