Jin Bo's short poems.

If I were a snowflake, guess where I would fall. I would like to fall into the river, become a drop of water, and play with small fish and shrimp. I want to float to the square, build a fat snowman and watch you smile. I prefer to jump on my mother's face, kiss her, kiss her and melt happily.

. 2. "The Sound of Flowers" I firmly believe that when flowers bloom, there is sound. They sing, play music and even shout. Bees can hear, butterflies can hear, and ladybugs can hear. Why can't I hear you? The flowers I picked have stopped blooming. 3, "I capture ancient and young words" I saw the old wall, like a picture of words, driven by life, jumping and dancing in front of my eyes. Those characters, reduced to hieroglyphics, such as the sun, the moon, birds and animals, and horses, are mysterious pictures. Carved on a stone, danced, cast on a bronze tripod, written on bamboo slips, and sang songs. The characters in each painting are not afraid of gluttony, braving the wind and waves, from dormant to flying, flowing into exquisite patterns, showing historical vicissitudes and reappearing ancient legends. I capture the ancient and young characters, constantly arrange and combine them, and weave them into stories, poems and songs. Every word is a spark of wisdom. 4. "Listen with your eyes" is what your mother often says. When listening to others, you should look at each other. This sentence has been growing up with me and taught me how to interact with people. Listening to others is also a kind of communication, and what communication needs most is sincerity. When I communicate with others, I listen with my ears and eyes. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and my "window" is always bright and brilliant. My sincere eyes are worth a thousand words, and they convey warm spring. My mother taught me to live sincerely in one sentence, and her loving eyes still shine on me today.