Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 1 Jiangnan Spring Snow
Jiangnan spring snow reflects the ancient city,
It is snowing in the sky.
Thousands of pear trees fell overnight,
Silver makeup is wrapped in pure love.
Flying snow peaks cover the south of the Yangtze River,
Drunk lying on the sofa listening to the sound of snow.
Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 2 The First Snow in Spring
Surprise when you push the door in the morning
The first snow in winter missed the plane.
I'm glad I'm late
Spring has come.
Cover the world with noise
Turn into the soul, clear the heart and spleen
Life is white as snow.
I'm glad to see the sail from now on.
Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 3 Chun Xue's Home
Plum blossoms are blooming, the snow is blooming, and the trees in the country are covered.
God, in turn, made it beautiful, and the past was absolutely beautiful.
The east wind roared all night, and the limelight was like a knife. I haven't seen Mount Tai walk half a step.
The snow is fine and small, but it can turn into dry Kun overnight.
Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 4 Chun Xue
The bell rang at dawn.
Open the window.
The world of silver and white
Sparrows cowered under the eaves.
Look disappointed and scattered
The sun refused to appear.
Once the building of faith is tilted,
The climate will also be abnormal.
Du Mu's Beautiful Seven Wonders
Cause widespread controversy
No less than the Iran-Iraq war.
Some scientists predict that
This year is full of disasters.
So the temple is like a tombstone.
Grow up quietly
Air seeped into Xiang Sheng's sacred fire.
Very tempting.
Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 5 Chun Xue sighed.
There is a Huining county in Gansu province, and Chun Xue has dropped by one and a half feet.
It's not convenient for everyone to go out. Come out and look at the door.
Most of the trouser legs are wet, so go home and change shoes.
There is really nothing to do at home. There is a teapot on the stove.
It snows and there is no electricity, so I can't watch TV.
When there were three vacancies, WeChat shouted, and you said it was convenient and inconvenient!
Chun Xue's Modern Poetry 6 Plum Blossoms in the Snow
Open the window and look at the mountains and white mountains.
Walking on forest slopes, stepping on snow,
Snow on both sides of the river covers the stream like a dragon.
The mountains are covered with snow.
A tree in the ravine embodies Xuemei.
Cold-blooded branches are thin, red and white,
Collect branches, stand upright,
Xue Mei San Yan.
The mountains are high and the trees are short,
Accompanied by Xue Mei, drunk in front of the wind,
Joked that I was stupid,
And more crazy pedestrians.
People reached the top of the distant tree slope early,
Exhale cream and dye it white,
Bathing in the snow is elegant,
Doubt is the return of the snow fairy.
Xue Mei lives with the sun and the moon.
Wait for winter to pass and spring to come back. ...
Chun Xue's modern poem 7 "Occasionally Snow"
I don't want to describe it in detail
This scene of snow and snow behind it
Because my mood has passed through the snow.
Seeing friends who left not long ago
Snow falls on my window.
At the same time, it is also in the eyes of others.
Flying, my friends will see it, too.
This piece of white
He and I are in the same kind of snow.
Spit out the same breath
Snow and the ensuing cold
Will surround us
Half a month or more.
Snowflakes, swirl.
Dyed white by the cold of that season
On the glass, it's printed
The temperature between your fingers
Falling snowflakes are like flying time.
Those memories are like falling snowflakes.
Always like this
Like a light year
Distant
snowflake
You are a gentle snowflake
Melt in your hands
How can I not care?
The cold wind chased the flying sand.
The residual leaves fell helplessly in the low-lying place.
Groaning, I don't know where it was blown.
It may go far away.
It will turn green again next spring.
Back to the philosophy of sunshine.
Come back quickly. I will wait for you here.
Because I have embedded your smile in my memory.
I just want to convey my thoughts to you.
Looking forward to four years of care is also a kind of sweetness.
I want to hold hands and watch the wicker swaying.
Look up at the stars and whisper to the moon.
Tell the moon silently
Wait until you are a miracle of love.
You awakened my poetry.
You irrigated the land of the soul.
I always think of you.
Looking forward to the cold plum blooming in the snow.
Compared with snow.
Flying snow takes away your loneliness.
Although time has changed our appearance.
Our hearts remain the same.