Poetry about snow

1。 It's snowing.

A heavy snow passed by Jiangbei.

Whispering with the cities around me

I hear the footsteps of time.

In the increasingly white night

Left over from 2005

Buried by heavy snow. No matter how strong the wind is.

Can't turn this heavy page.

And the wind hasn't come yet.

Trapped in 2005

Stronger wind

Twenty years ago

Lift violently

Snowflakes are dancing on the reeds.

Shaking thatched cottage

Open a nest of sparrows

A heart softer than a feather

People who are afraid of cold.

Facing the knife

Go to the crowd

Walk into the city

No matter how strong the wind is.

The buildings in the city can't be lifted.

2。 Walking in the snow

A voice is walking in the snow.

That's frozen soil under snow.

The faint sound of waves coming from the room.

Thick snow

Spread thousands of roads under your feet.

Hot air rises in both feet.

I'm still covered with snow.

This snow has been waiting for me for a long time.

I arrived as scheduled.

Spent half my life.

3。 Melting snow

In the midday sun

The earth squeezes its water.

The city is spinning.

Gradually reveal one's true colors

The sound of the ambulance is getting weaker and weaker.

I said to the crowd

What should be left must be left.

Like snow, you can't keep the raging wind.

Cold, can't leave the smell of snow.

Cities cannot keep birds as food.

4。 Snowy night

It takes courage to speak.

Listen patiently.

Tacit understanding is innate.

It's not sitting at both ends of the coffee.

You don't have to lean.

One line, one line.

Connect two indifferent hearts

Such a snowy night

A pine needle fell into the snow.

There will be a loud splash.

From south to north, thousands of miles away.

The faint coolness of the snow came like a laser.

We have nowhere to run in language.

You listen quietly.

Let my talk burst into tears.

Eyes full of wine.

Skew wheel

Cold first quarter moon

It snows in May

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.