Author: Silk Road Flower Rain
This is the second snow this winter.
A series of fairy tales
Illuminate children's dreams
A quivering shower
Nourish impetuous hills and thirsty hills
It adds a touch of beauty to the bleak North Mountain.
Wrapped in plain clothes for the vast ancient and modern.
The snow in winter is only boundless in the north.
The primitive wax elephant of the mountain dancing silver snake
Qinyuanchun The beautiful song of snow
Intellectual in heaven and earth wanton Wang Yang dripping wet.
Riding on the wings of snowflakes
I was floating on the roof of the farmhouse.
Lavender mist
Tell the story of abundance, regret, warmth, spring planting and winter storage.
The corn hanging on the paulownia shines intoxicating golden yellow.
A string of red peppers under the eaves.
Kindness makes people linger.
Chickens and ducks foraging in twos and threes
The transparency of pecking away new snow.
Leave clear and bright paw prints.
Whose bitch?
Barking the restlessness of estrus
Wandering in narrow alleys
In the distance came the sound of cattle calling for spring.
With the ringing of the bell
This winter, wheat was covered with three quilts.
Sleep with steamed bread on your pillow next year.
Snowflakes in the north
Destroy farmers' smoke pots full of wind and rain
Polishing the sharp edges of plows and rakes and cultivating the four seasons.
Wipe away the sickle and dust the heart for a winter.
Out of the window lattice, overlooking the round ridge.
This is the second snow this winter.
Imagine the posture of spring seedlings jointing.
Listen carefully to the sound of Xiahe grouting.
Hear the cuckoo in the distance
My poem follows the snowflake.
Wedge into the soil
Into a wave of farming
My pen is rustling.
The spring rain dripped on the wet things.
Harvest the fragrance of wheat scattered in May.
Picking the fragrance of autumn fruits.
The song of my naked child
The dream of planting wild seeds
Close the blue sky and look at the earth silently.