Text/Zhao Wei
On the fault in May, time slowed down.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.
I love the snow in the north of Saibei.
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
Your dance is so light.
Your heart is so pure
You are Chunyu's sister.
You are the messenger sent by spring.
Messenger of spring
I like the snow in Saibei.
flying all over the sky
You use a white jade-like body
Dress up the silver world
You put your life into the earth.
Moisturize the green wheat seedlings to welcome the spring flowers.
Ah ... I love you.
Ah ... snow in the north of Saibei, snow in the north of Saibei.
Snow Song (Modern Poetry)
Wash the memory white and shiny.
But anyway,
Cann't get rid of it
A mark that goes deep into the bone marrow
The snow is depressing.
Like a flower.
Lose weight overnight
Countless beautiful temptations
With Leng Xiang swaying.
Scattered eyebrows
Understand; Understanding
Singing of snow
The sadness of six petals
Jump on the ice
all
It seems that
Only at certain moments.
Moved by you
Si Nuo Luxun
The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into opaque crystals; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which whirled up and filled the space, making the space whirl up and flicker.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.