It's a taut string that pops up and flies, inadvertently.
A little, a petal, a cluster.
It snows in Beijing. arduously
The pallor flying all over the sky,
Can't fill this unfathomable sky
I am uneasy and open my arms hard. think
Embrace this sacred soul.
It snows in Beijing. hesitate
Hanging high in the treetops, inexplicably sad,
Exclusive, forgotten peace here
Out of wishful thinking, I shook my palm hard,
Even a little, a drop, is already cold.
It snows in Beijing. urge
When it fell, it left a trail of desire,
It's so dark. It's so dark.
Can't give up, a thousand-year-old unsolved wish,
I did not hesitate to wipe the ice front of Henggu on my face.
Snowfall and cold wave appear in Beijing
It can't be like the rain in the south,
After the rain, a rainbow appeared.
Modern Poetry Describing Snowflakes in Winter: Missing Snowy Days
The gesture of silence remains unchanged.
There is a sound of snow.
A faint touch on his forehead
Slightly cool.
The sadness and happiness without a trace
Transparency gradually turns white.
Warmth can change all kinds of faces.
commemorate
You can laugh.
You can cry.
You can also fly.
Missing is a bird with wings
I walked far in my dream.
Just to find a figure
I'm tired of walking in the time I missed.
Makes me sad
But the days are new.
strange
I don't know where it came from.
A modern poem describing snowflakes in winter: a small snowflake
I am a little snowflake.
Go to feixiang with mom and dad.
Because I like a place.
I never want to go home again.
It is a place where flowers are in full bloom.
There is happiness and fragrance.
I'm afraid mom and dad will be angry.
Dare not say.
Mom and Dad
After all these years.
I am in this favorite place.
Never melted.
I know my parents, too.
Come to me more than once
But I held back
Dare not call dad, dare not call mom.
Mom and Dad
Please forgive me.
Because I can't stand it.
Leave this favorite place
Mom and Dad
If there ever comes a day when
I am sad.
Just melt yourself.
You must take me home.
Give me one more chance.
Let me call you again.
mom and dad
Modern Poetry Describing Snowflakes in Winter: Snow
snow
Is it ... or not
You have an appointment with winter.
In this season.
You are on cloud nine.
Release your purity
Change the world in my eyes
When you release yourself,
Be melted by warmth
Or leave in tears?
When there is no your body.
Who knows?
You nourish the earth's desire.
There is your surging heat in the waves.
There will still be persistence in your falling in the world.
Only you
Waiting for the designated season
Modern Poetry Describing Snowflakes in Winter: Snow
Beautiful snowflakes
Is it really you?
Crystal clear and holy
Slowly descend
Intoxicated beauty
It's all in my heart and in my dreams.
Hold a piece in the palm of your hand.
You are very silent.
It turned into cold raindrops in an instant.
Like tears in the corner of my eyes
It is warmth and gratitude.
Or the joy after all the hardships?
I came across the north wind to find you.
I have been thinking about you all night.
Rugged mountain road.
Love is a crutch.
Endless autumn water
The heart is a boat.
Neither you nor I have a chance.
I always miss meeting again and again.
I used to feel sorry for your indifference.
I have been reluctant to break my heart.
Close your eyes.
Let the lonely soul
Blowing in the wind
You came after all.
At the end of winter, in the despair of waiting
You turned around unexpectedly.
Flying like a pear flower
It is like a white butterfly shuttling through the air.
It is to drive away the loneliness of wintersweet.
Or are you in a hurry for a spring date?
Have your world.
There is a fairy-tale silver package.
I hold you in my hand and hide you in my heart.
Let me put it on your ear again.
Quietly ask
Can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale?
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