Bing Xin, a modern poem about winter.

Bing Xin's modern short poem describing winter: the soul of winter, the hymn of winter, this winter, winter, the weather is getting cold.

1, the soul of winter

I am a happy spirit, dancing freely between heaven and earth. I didn't mean to wake up your lonely soul and fall into your warm palm. So broken, just to wet your thirsty lips.

2. Praise Winter

A small artificial fig leaf that came into this world. She felt deeply uneasy and guilty, whistling to the northwest wind like a sharp knife. It was she who sounded the alarm for the whole life and coveted her beauty. Sun, who has a hot temper, is actually warm and affectionate. The river also holds out an ice heart, and the snowflake is even more infatuated and suddenly falls into the arms of winter.

3. This winter

This winter, there is no snow upstairs, and the earth is anxious. The bleak prospect makes the young heart desolate. This winter, the fallen leaves fell all over the floor. Dry veins can't bear the dream of rainbow.

4. Winter

Please don't call me in winter because I want to hibernate. Please don't bother me in winter because I want to hibernate. Please don't walk too fast in winter, because I am hibernating. Please wake me up when you leave in winter. I want to see your last performance.

5. "It's getting cold"

It's cold, I feel cold, but why do I always say it's not cold? Every winter, or every cold time, I tell myself this. I don't like winter and cold, not because this season brings sadness. I just like the warmth of the bed in winter, but I don't like to move in winter.