Modern Poetry of Winter Rain

It rained in Mao Mao yesterday.

Although as thin and dense as cow hair,

But it also brings coolness.

With the howling north wind,

It came quietly and without interest.

Unlike the downpour,

This crystal raindrop is naughty and lovely.

Cute!

I like its elasticity,

I like its clarity,

I like its coolness.

Winter rain is so different,

The raindrops in the wind are so cold,

Like snowflakes,

Cold and refreshing,

It also adds a bit of chill to winter.

The coming snow echoed in the distance.

Winter rain is not praised by others as Mao Mao rain in other seasons.

It is also difficult to find this word in the dictionary.

But winter rain does exist and is coming.

People appreciate plum blossoms,

When the spring rain is unknown,

I didn't find that they had forgotten the beautiful scenery.

Just because no one knows,

No one knows about it.

Winter rain is lonely,

Without flowery words.

And lonely,

Didn't appear in any beautiful articles.

But was Winter Rain ever willing?

It still comes quietly,

Add a touch of color to winter,

Even a grass is valuable to the earth,

Isn't it?

It is proving its existence to people!