Snowflakes fall outside the cloud nine,
Like a happy elf,
Like a spinning skirt,
Like a white hot air balloon,
It carries a world.
Little dreams of children,
Like the collision of stars in the universe,
Like flying snowflakes,
Small, white,
Innocent.
The faint sunshine shed,
Snow flowers will melt immediately,
Gone, as if I had never been in this world.
Just like our childhood dreams,
Looking back suddenly,
Has long been forgotten in the depths of the years.
Chapter two: Children's Poetry in Winter.
Grandpa Dong and I
In the snow.
run
Run! run!
I let grandpa Dong go.
It's getting hot
Grandpa Dong's
White hair is frosty.
White eyebrows are showing.
The white beard is getting longer and longer.
Wheezing and wheezing
Go ahead and say it.
It's like a silvery white track.
Here comes the steam engine.