1, Christmas present-by lonely Snow White
The Christmas tree is covered with bells and presents. Let's wait quietly for the first snowflake to fall from the sky.
Seven-color lanterns flashed into romantic crystal shoes, and Cinderella was about to put them on to attend the prince's feast.
Santa Claus drives a sleigh and borrows a snow from Jerusalem to the north at the speed of the wind.
You see, the cool snowflakes on the beautiful antlers are floating gracefully.
The present has been put in the red socks in front of the fireplace, but Santa Claus who climbed out of the chimney is looking around.
Does anyone know where he parked his sleigh?
2, "How many seasons are there in Christmas"-Author: swaying trees
Last year, too, the street scene was still decorated with smiling faces of couples and my bag.
Even if there is more distance, the Christmas Eve dotted with stars will reach the time when the first snow falls.
Candles in candlelight, those quiet melodies, arrived as scheduled.
The taste that melts in the mouth is obviously as bitter as coffee but with a strong sweetness.
I was at a loss and was moved by the expanding colors in front of me. Is it fate or accidental meeting?
A little holy light, scattered in the pupil.
In front of me, this gentle dark red makes me feel the Christmas breath swaying.
I fell into a sad and pure Christmas, but I lacked inner warmth.
3, "Merry Christmas"-Author: June in memory
Christmas is coming, remember that night four years ago?
The story of twenty-four coins is still as fresh as apples on Christmas Eve.
One moment is very short, the other is very long, and the former four christmases arrived in a flash.
/kloc-after 0/460 night, the protagonist is still you, but the supporting role has changed.
When I look back on the poetic past, I suddenly find that we have been far away.
Chen Feng's memory blocks our communication, but it can't strip away my desire.
The log in my blog has become my only window to peep at you. In fact, I knew for a long time that you fell in love the next year.
Perhaps no one will know except yourself. Full blessings bring you your own loss.
Christmas is coming again, leaving a short footprint of blessing in your diary, and it is much calmer for you to reply to me.
A simple sentence has made me sad for a long time, and it has always been just my own business.
I can't let go of my long-lost memories, but I still lack courage.
Looking back at my footprints, I have actually gone a long way, a long way … Merry Christmas!
4, "White Christmas" Author: solo poem
Dragging a tired body, walking in the dark Christmas Eve, the lonely moonlight dimmed a person's back.
White Christmas, I fell asleep when the clock struck midnight.
In your lover's arms, it melts slowly and becomes a drop of water, which moistens your eyes.
Look at the carousel. In front of you, behind me, two parallel lines, with him in the middle.
Maybe it's white Christmas ...
5, "Feel Christmas"-Author: Akiyama Yun Fei
I once looked up at the sky deeply, hoping to grab a bright moonlight on this day every year.
Snowflakes falling, a bright territory, children's laughter, broke through the distance of every home.
Sparrows jump from branch to branch, wondering which snowflake Chopin will break and fall to the ground.
It will also be reflected on someone's warm window, wetting a warm emotion.
I used to stubbornly believe that every year on this day, there would be a mysterious old man who secretly hung the ashes on the chimney with his beard, then quietly walked away and slipped into the gap of history.
I wandered in the street, chewing a handful of starlight and pouring a glass of grape ice wine alone, in the red light.