Chapter 1: Snowflake, a classic modern poem about ice and snow,
It's the little angel pulling the pillow,
Shake off the goose feathers,
Scattered all over the floor.
Snowflakes,
Is the mother of the sky,
Cotton wool is leased to the earth,
So it can make a warm quilt.
Snowflakes,
This is Santa Claus,
A gift for us,
I wish every child health and happiness.
Second, the classic modern poems about ice and snow have fallen.
Like an angel in heaven,
Dancing with pale white wings,
Spin and fly in the air and come to the world.
She drifted quietly to the branches and grass,
Floating, floating, make the earth white.
Her magic brush,
Paint the world with such beautiful colors.
She fell naughtily on the child's warm palm,
Turn into fog and send laughter into the distance.
She lingered between the red plum and the pine forest, unwilling to leave.
Snow is pure and beautiful.
Our hearts have been sublimated with her.
Chapter three. Classic modern poems about ice and snow, on the fault in May, time passed slowly.
Time turns white. It's snowing.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.
Fourth, the classic modern poems about ice and snow are mostly like old mothers who have gone through vicissitudes.
Bowing to the coffin in the main room, I walked for a while.
Buried in smoke to show respect for piety.
Houses bred in ice and snow cry in the sun.
The carved world became a model of atonement.
Because white makes our hair
Turn white in the direction of home on the far way home.
Spend time on romantic things.
The outstanding figure is the hope of the old father.
His deep eyes sparkled with dull pain.
I'm sure this is a sincere shame.
But if the price of life is rebirth,
Unbearable shame, no pain found.
Calm and serene is no longer the tenacity of winter.
Consume slowly until there is no trace.
The long winter has shaped a tough shape.
Bring tenderness into a house full of snowflakes
I miss you from the end of the year and walk into your dream.
The sky is full of white, emptying the memory.
Winter is as transparent as crystal.
There are so many eyes open in the ice and snow.
Tell love stories and light colorful lights.
Gesture the bees through the flowers.
Such a semaphore that even insects can't understand
Let the hero of the ice and snow sculpture cry silently
The sculpture of ice and snow is like a dying man at the moment.
Smile and say goodbye to many kind tears.
Worried about the footprints found in the snow in winter
It still snowed heavily last night.
And today's mood can't be harder.
It was originally a happy river.
The vicissitudes of life in the north blocked the temperature above zero.
My pale face gave me the same expression as Guan Gong.
Facing the sunshine, the warmth of father's love.
My fragile heart will become soft and sour.
When the snow melts, the heart kowtows to the mountain peak.
I hold spring affectionately and stride all the way.
The ice on the eaves began to permeate the color of spring.
Wronged the white smile of a winter.
Finally, I shed tears shining like stars and rain.