The glory of the first snow night modern poetry

As if standing in a century-old ice cave,

Snowflakes floated outside the window,

For a moment in your eyes,

Old and quiet.

I suddenly want to be in a snowflake.

The enchanted soul flew away from the body,

Walking silently towards the ice white of my life alone.

I am solid step by step.

From the sound of snowflakes kissing the earth,

They are finely broken and gently wrapped around me.

If all I have left is cold bones

And perseverance,

Then everything is suitable for hugging

Grasp the transfer temperature,

This is our endless creativity.

Snow fluorescence is very attractive,

We're going to the holy snow together,

You're already there,

I'm afraid I was the only one there.

You took my hand to the first snow,

Go to a world with black hair and white hair.

The glory of the first snow is written in the endless place blocked by the snow forest.

Floating in the sky is the soul of wheat,

Where are you? I come from Guangdong,

You come from a cold place north of the sun,

We met in the northeast,

In the form of the first snow.

The thin pine forest is proudly cold on an icy night,

Straw produces cold smoke, and the shadows of the sky and snow are beautiful.

Naturally, take off your snowsuit,

Fall into the abyss of just visiting,

Naked flesh and blood bring souls together.

Come back! Spend the first snowy night together.

Let's go home!

Back to the North Pole night where the sun is far away,

Running around with your life, breathing the wind all the way.

You asked me if I would be forgiven for lying in the first snow.

I know I have nowhere to run.

Lillian's aura is condensed in your body,

Coming at me again, hunting.

If you want an idea,

Heavy snow will wash away the dirt from our souls,

Forgive you for disturbing me.

I don't know where my soul is

Buried in the tranquility of the first snow!

There is no mark on the new land with the first snow.

Just write each other's names.