There are English poems about winter.

When winter comes, the river becomes more and more lonely. The surroundings are bare, and no one wants to have a look. Only the rustling north wind roared by, and the river finally couldn't stand the cold and froze. I have compiled English poems about winter, welcome to read!

There is an English poem about winter-The Distance of Winter.

Zhangcuo

When the land under ginkgo biloba is golden,

I know that cold autumn will never last.

The words of the wind pass by, and cold and hot exchange,

Leave a translucent space.

I started to know?

It's already winter.

A mist rose in front of my eyes.

In the distant darkness, so close

Beautiful and cold,

Despair full of contradictions and expectations

Wandering in the desolation of autumn and the provocation of spring;

There? It was wet, not last night? The feeling of spring,

But the gray sea in winter.

This is a strong and painful rejection,

As if in endless years

Trying to stop the unstoppable

The breezy season comes and then goes away.

You asked me how to keep winter pure,

I replied, pale face, flashing frost on my temple.

And Hemingway's leopard

Kilimanjaro, pure white ice and snow!

This is another kind of persistence and transparency.

Another winter distance,

Silent and out of reach.

(translated by Michael Day)

The distance in winter

Zhangcuo

When ginkgo is golden everywhere,

I just know that the cold autumn can't be retained.

The language of the wind passes by, greetings,

Leave a transparent space.

I'm starting to understand, okay?

That's already the distance in winter.

Fog rose from the misty eyes.

In the distant darkness, so close

Sad and beautiful,

Contradictory despair and expectation

Wandering in the coolness of autumn and the teasing of spring;

There was a wet one, not last night in Chun Qing,

But the gray sea in winter.

It was a surging and sad rejection,

Like in a long time.

Resist the irresistible

The season that came suddenly and drifted away.

You asked me how to keep my winter innocence,

I replied with a pale face, star cream and sideburns:

On the top of Chirimenzaro, it is covered with snow and ice.

Hemingway's leopard!

That is another kind of transparency and persistence.

Another winter's distance,

Silent and out of reach.

There are two English poems, Flowers in Winter and Flowers in Spring.

A flower is in full bloom.

Winter? cold

Despite the darkness approaching

It's still at rest.

In the storm

Snow and hail

The shapes of these flowers

Its figure is fragile.

Then spring came.

On the ground

Flowers didn't disappear.

Although there are still many.

A young man saw

Hua er Yao Yan

With the breeze

He went their way.

And his maiden.

Pick one

Natural? Play the game

beyond doubt

A plucked flower

For lovers? will

A flower was born.

Winter? cold

Translation:

Flowers in winter, flowers in spring

Akuawa

Winter cold

Although darkness looms

It still is.

Throughout the storm

Snow and hail

Flower shape

A faint number

Then, spring came.

On the ground,

The flowers haven't withered yet.

Although there are many people

A young man saw it.

Swaying flowers

With the breeze

He went his own way.

And his virgin

Pick one out.

Nature's game

no doubt

Pick a flower

For lovers to meet.

Be born in a flower

Winter cold

An English poem about winter with three footprints.

In spring

Watch us go.

Leave footprints

In the snow.

In winter

Watching us leave,

Leave footprints in the snow.

summer

My shoes are wet.

See how deep it is.

The puddle deepened.

In spring

My shoes are wet.

Look how deep the puddle has become.

in autumn

By the sea.

Sandy footprints.

I made it.

summer

At the seaside,

I walked out.

A string of beach footprints.

In winter

The tree is brown.

I kick leaves.

All over town.

in autumn

This tree is brown,

I walked kicking the leaves.

All over towns and villages.