Poetry in praise of winter: that winter
Apricot bird
That winter, snow covered Yuan Ye.
Cover the road where we met.
We can't talk on the road.
Being unable to speak is actually more meaningful than being able to speak.
We studied together that winter.
In order to study, we sat in the meeting until dawn.
Who knows what I'm wearing is the story of myself disappearing in vain.
This story is the saddest, but there is no need to be sad.
You came to my house that winter
Come to my house and have a beautiful wedding dress.
Under the wedding dress is our humble and sincere love.
This love has been with us year after year.
A poem praising winter: winter
Wu
The faded grass is still frost,
There is only an empty nest left on the fallen tree.
The north wind blows on my cheek,
I don't know how many clouds are floating in the gloomy sky
The lovely child is counting the winds happily.
Traffic is still shuttling on busy roads.
There are red Spring Festival couplets in front of the jubilant house.
On a quiet night, I saw snow in my dream.
A poem praising winter: snowflake
You are not an angel.
The pure angel went to heaven.
Their faces
I won't see it again.
The wind blew hard last night.
Branches and bamboo tails
It's ruined.
Old injuries and new injuries abound.
My raincoat for night travel.
The color began to darken.
A shadow is like a pregnant woman's stomach.
Gradually getting bigger.
You are not an angel.
The pure angel went to heaven.
I saw faces.
The scar is already flourishing.
The rhyme of Tang poetry
I forgot to even it out.
Short sentences are not what I want to sing.
I want to walk beside the song.
Walking foot
Like my knife 30 years ago.
Messy stubble
Stiff every day.
A poem praising winter: praising winter.
Maitian passers-by
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* * * came into this world naked.
That little artificial fig leaf.
She felt deeply uneasy and guilty.
A sharp knife
Huhudi northwest wind
Is she?
Sound the alarm for the whole life
Covet her beauty
A blazing sun
Incredibly warm and affectionate
This river also has an ice core.
Snowflakes are more passionate.
Suddenly into the arms of winter.
A poem praising winter: this winter
Shangziling
This winter
There is no flying snow on the building.
The earth is in a state of anxiety
A barren prospect
Desolate young heart
This winter
Fallen leaves on the ground
Trunk pulse
Can't bear the dream of rainbow
This winter
The leaves of the cash cow are still green.
Depressed tone
With a hint of illusion
This winter
Pick up the bud of love
Shy bud
Bloom quietly
This winter
Ended madness and dreams
At the moment of looking back.
Lost in the wilderness
This winter
Sorrow pervades the sky.
A tight frown
Words can't express heartache
This winter
My heart is getting old.
Xiao Sao's short hair
Wasted the world
Please give me a seed.
Sow in this barren heart
Give me some green.
Cover the rest of my body.
Please give me some water.
Irrigate dying seedlings.
Please give it an inch long.
Let me wait.
Please give me a sharp sword.
Cut off a twist relationship
Please give me some confidence.
Walk through the noisy city
A poem praising winter: winter without snow
Happy binghai
I don't know where brother bitter north wind went.
Is it because of the thick clouds
Blocking the view of going home.
There is no time to visit this winter.
Leaving only the gentle and lovely sister Beifeng.
Lose one's temper occasionally
Roll up dust and scatter it into the sky.
And there's no sign of Sister Snowflake.
Is it black smoke from a tall chimney?
Sobbing softly.
Forgot to come to earth
I can't see the shining ice edge.
Snow party without children.
Children pen
How can you write a compliment about snow?
Winter without snow
Like a dish without salt.
People are hard to get used to.
People used to the cold
Everyone is talking about the warmth of this winter.
dry air
Let people expect snow.
Maybe people still don't understand.
It is themselves.
Terrible changes have taken place in nature.
global warming
Maybe one day.
Polar bears can't find their own homes.
What about penguins in Antarctica?
Let's leave now.
Protect our lovely home.
Everyone does this.
Start with a little bit
Let the clouds in the sky disappear
Give us a winter made of powder.
Winter poetry