Modern Poetry of Listening to Snow

Modern Poetry 1 of Listening to Snow

I don't understand snow language

I will listen attentively

Clouds are rolling and clouds are relaxing

The white sand flying all over the sky

It grows strong in the world of winter rain

I hold the fine snow particles in my ear

I hear her heart

No matter what I meet. Sucking the ground temperature constantly and expanding

In the cold of the north wind, it becomes the tidbits of March willow

Sleepless and flying

In the quiet dawn, it becomes a scene overnight

I hold the six-edged snowflake in my ear

I hear her heart

She is the most beautiful love letter written in winter to spring

She is going to urge the pace of spring

She.

She melts into the mountains, melts into the water, melts into the wood and melts into the earth

You listen to the snow with me in the city south of Nanshan

I stir the charcoal fire that is obviously extinguished

Add some snow, add some wine and cook it slowly by myself

If you know me

How wonderful it would be to listen to the snow. 2

A listen to the snow

It turns yellow in the distance.

They came from the sky in my hometown.

Light and lingering, whispering

Gently holding me to sleep.

Memories of my loved ones, like snow whispering

Soft feathering permeating the bone marrow

Pain that childhood

Dreamy eyes, along with

Young footprints, entered the road to

. Hometown

In your back, let me

read the snowy white hair under the dim old house

the worries in the poem line of tears

become a handful of snow

, grind ink into words

and write it in your

wrinkled and tight frown

.

There is a hometown

sad proverb quietly flowing in the heart rhyme. The soul is

flexible and covered with frozen dew

eyes

looking up at the mountains, water and smoke of hometown

quietly listening to the singing of a snow from hometown

.

Two Lonely Souls

Lonely Souls

White Imprisoned World

A Curled Soul

Get up, Open the frozen

imprisoned world

March hard in the snow

My eyes are pale

I'm lost in the lonely snow

I don't have a trace of walking information

But I have my true self

An unfrozen heart

In the cold body, the hot fire

beats so lonely.