Bai Xue's poems

Xiaoxue! Go home, mom is waiting for you. Don't linger too long, mom is exhausted; Don't go home too long, my mother has been looking forward to it in front of the door; Don't come home too late, my mother's temples are gray.

Snow is no longer floating, the footsteps of spring are approaching, and there is silence around without you; Without you, the tree lost its former whiteness; Without you, the birds on the roof are speechless; The days without you are hot and cold.

Come back, Xiaoxue!