Snow,
Piece by piece,
Rustling in the treetops;
Covering the ground,
Covered the mountain forest.
The sky is full,
Snowflakes occupy everything.
Street lamps in the distance,
Give off a yellow halo,
Winter messenger's navigation.
Under the lamp,
People in a hurry,
Who would have thought of appreciation?
The scene of flying snow all over the sky,
Feel the feeling of flying in the air;
An umbrella can cover everything.
Snowflakes occupy the night sky,
But it can't hide the hustle and bustle of the city;
Cars come and go,
There are lights everywhere.
Si Nuo does not care about the prosperity of the world,
Fall to every corner;
Silence,
Leave a silence.
Poetry is fragrant, and the original poems of immortals are fragrant. . .