Swing a white dream on the snowfield

Time is getting old.

A faint winter peace

On the snowfield

satisfy one's desires

From a distance

Several clumps of dead trees

Break the peace of this season

Do not know when

Snowflakes floated out of the clouds again.

In the cracks of the building

Slowly pile up into

White scenery

Several magpies fell to the ground.

The tree in front of the building

chatter

Break the silence of the morning

The solstice in winter looks very cold.

A trace of coolness has dropped into ice.

Wade through the snow in winter

Spring is no longer there.

A distant dream.

Carry the cold season

An unfrozen heart

Is slowly

Slip into spring

Modern Poetry Winter 2 Noon Sunshine

It gives people the feeling of summer.

Take a walk after work

on the way home

Looking at the sky tasteless.

I saw it.

white cloud

I am carefree.

Holding a cigarette in his hand

I really want to take it off.

My heavy disguise

bear

The end of the north

Standing in the snow and sunshine

Accept seasonal pairing

The baptism of my soul

Through the sun

look

Smoke rings came out of my mouth.

The smoke is reminiscent of

One of yours

Sweet smile

Memories are aroused.

It looks so deep and distant.

And then twisted by the wind.

Drift away slowly

Blend in

High in the sky

Always thinking about putting smoke rings.

Changed the shape of a cloud

So I smoked hard.

northwest wind

thorn/stab/stimulate/spy/assassinate

My thick cotton-padded coat

expand ......

And blend in.

My soul

If possible

I want to put my soul

Light it together

burn down

smoke ring

Through the warm sunshine

Arouse your smile.

Changed the shape of a cloud

With them

Accompanied by the wind

floating a river

remote ...

I have never been there.

faraway place

Modern Poetry In winter, three crows whine on the bare tree.

The cold wind hissed with a smile.

Damn darkness, the color of death

Floating on the farmhouse

Desolate countryside

Death is so silent and desolate.

A bare branch

Extending from the gray house

From a distance, it really looks like it's on an abandoned grave.

Dead weeds.

Rugged and winding country roads

Like a dead snake that didn't enter the grave.

It's really ugly.

The sun has set in the west and only a few can be seen.

Little creatures like ants come in and out.

This is a country without snow in winter.

In all the changes, keep a dust unchanged.

My country is crying.

Cold with my tears.

Form a huge magic mirror

In the mirror, I saw it

What my mother looked like when she was young.

She is dignified and virtuous.

Surrounded by a group of crazy ants.

Carried into this ancient tomb in a sedan chair.

Years, mercilessly lost the mother's flesh and blood.

Finally, it was eroded into bones.

By some rotten ants.

Take it to another new grave.

The mirror in my eyes is spinning fast.

I saw my body clearly again.

Was hastily thrown into the mother's grave.

Me, my mother, and this ancient tomb.

This is my snow-free winter village.

Desolate, terrible, depressed, cold

No wonder these ants can't get out.

Never rush into Kanto and go west.

Be sure to leave this country.

I can't wait to see the sky.

I wonder when there will be some useful changes.

Spring, my spring

How far is it?

Chun Lv Chunsheng.

When will the frozen soil in this village wake up?

I caught a gust of wind and smelled it carefully.

I tugged at the power supply and looked at it carefully.

Can't this wind and electricity shake this ancient tomb?

If this is true.

There'd better be a long snowstorm.

Pure white snow

Covering this vast area of Yuan Ye.

It also covers these ancient tombs.

Bury this snowy winter.

It's white everywhere,

The earth is empty, bright and quiet.

Very clean.

Modern Poetry Winter 4 Dear, I am crazy about your beauty.

You are a symbol of beauty in the world, and you are a beautiful person.

You have a beautiful face with a beautiful smile.

You have a pair of beautiful eyes with beautiful tenderness in your pupils.

You have beautiful teeth, as soft as pearls.

Your skin is snow and your bones are jade.

Your hair is a black waterfall.

Your body conforms to the golden ratio.

If the women in the world have a tenth of your share.

You will gloat and show off Chun Qing there.

Maybe she has your beautiful face.

But her eyes sparkled with frivolous pride.

Maybe she has your soft pupil.

But her teeth are soulless stones.

Even if she is lucky enough to have your beautiful face.

Its body seems to have been destroyed by a storm.

I've seen beautiful women.

But if she stands with you,

I knew she didn't have your jade bone.

There is also a heart like a lake.

Life has set you back.

And this kind of frustration is the degree that all sentient beings can feel.

Your body is twisted, but I'm still infatuated with your face.

Your face is old, but I am still intoxicated with your gentleness.

Your tenderness is gone, but I still remember your beautiful image.

Your beautiful image is dead, but I am glad that my life has not been wasted.

You, you are the man of god on the mountain of Zhu Gu Shooting.

I, I am Zhuangzi of this mountain city.

Modern poetry winter 5 winter sunshine,

Shine gently on your body,

The weather is hot and cold,

Listen quietly and intently,

Footsteps drifting away,

The sound of the wind.

If someone asks me,

Why can winter lead to insomnia in summer?

I can only answer:

This is a legend in winter.

Cherry blossoms dance,

The magnificence of the blooming season,

Looking forward to it,

The vortex of winter snow,

It is snow that reflects the cold in winter.

Or does the cold call for winter snow?

I don't know,

however

When the dawn comes,

Everything has started a new step.

Hope is just ahead,

The road is at your feet,

Time speeds up the flow.

I hold your hand gently,

Walking through the silent tree-lined path,

Walking under the peach tree,

Walking by the river,

The breeze blows your hair,

I hold you tightly in my arms,

Then,

Write you in my poem,

Beautiful myth!

I always believed,

At the top of the world,

It must have beautiful scenery,

I just found out,

Every time you look at me,

Love is somewhat free.

Then I realized,

You love me so much,

Love has no rules to find,

And you,

Always by my side.

The legend of winter is beautiful,

More beautiful than legend is the real you,

Who ever said that?

Good things never need to end.

Modern Poetry Winter 6 1

Hiding in a quiet corner,

The early winter sky,

At first glance, it is blue.

He slipped his heart over the wind tip,

The only dead leaf fragment on the branch,

Talk to each other and ask each other questions.

Where will we land tomorrow,

Will it be mixed with a snowstorm?

Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau in winter,

Is a good neighbor of Snow Girl.

2

I would like to pay tribute to this heavy snow,

Write down sounds like leaves,

Quiet, free and loving.

If it's a shop on the corner.

Met a nice girl,

Warm scarf, touching eyes.

I'm willing to put gloves on her,

There is a trace of emotion in my diary,

Don't doubt that I don't love her.

three

Facing the rapid north wind,

Go to the top of the mountain,

Looking for the promise I made.

Trembling, lonely, hazy,

Wan!

Don't show your big white teeth,

I'm used to smiling alone,

You have thousands of years.

I'm just a little ant,

Crawling on the edge of time,

Dare not forget to move on.

four

When the snow in Nanshan melts,

Girl, be my lover.

Go to the fields in spring,

Pick a red flower for you.

Walking hand in hand through the good spring willow bank,

You'll be surprised to find that,

My dream has sprouted.

My world is no longer quiet.

There is another hand in the corner,

Touch my vicissitudes,

Built a warm house of love,

Girl, everything there is yours.

Modern Poetry Winter 7 Winter Morning

There is a thick layer of white fog on campus.

I walked on the tree-lined road covered with fish fossils.

It's like walking into a rolling river of ideas.

The thick fog passed me slowly.

All I have to do is wave gently.

You can make it soar.

On such an awakening day.

I have never longed for the arrival of the sun.

Eager for the enemy's attack

Live between darkness and light.

I may not be another Haizi.

Become a martyr of another thought

However, I can be on thick yellow soil

Make up another brave and strong me

Why not take advantage of this foggy morning?

Introduce this torrent of ideas into the fountain of university campus.

Let it emerge from the enthusiasm of ideological enlightenment.

Let it flow to the long sword waved by the old man in the morning exercise.

Let it pierce every young man's heart.

Let that heart fall every time.

Enough to cause a disturbance on the earth.

And all this may happen on a winter morning.

At this time, most people are still sleeping in warm dreams.

I walked on the tree-lined road covered with fish fossils.

With the determination to die

Declare war on the cold winter

Collided with white fog

Modern Poetry Winter 8- 1

The winter sunshine jumps at your fingertips.

Good times, good mood.

Dead branches and leaves, snow, ice ridges and cold winds filled most of the winter.

Poor sunshine is idle and left out.

Only when lucky clouds pass through the sky and the cage of seasons.

You can hear the warm moan of your soul.

Stretch one's limbs unscrupulously in the sun

Like a mother who was pregnant in October and unfortunately gave birth.

The sunshine in winter is a sickly child.

Now I come to this world alone.

Giving us gifts is burning our own warmth.

So the whole world was silent and intoxicated.

I was also silent and intoxicated.

two

Warm winds gently send snow back to the earth from the treetops.

The green squirrel made the children ecstatic.

Fight for the distance.

The shepherd behind him opened his chest in a sleigh.

The sunshine in winter roughly turns sweat into shining stars.

The panting hounds also enjoyed a wonderful day.

Under the care of the winter sunshine

A little guy hatched under the deep care of everyone.

Being held above your head conveys the joy of your hands.

There is also care, care, responsibility and inheritance.

He will be like the sunshine in winter.

It can thrive even in the worst season.

It will also hold the sunshine today after 18 years.

Welcome the bride from afar as a dowry.

On the other hand, I deeply hope.

The winter sunshine lingers behind.

three

However, the sunshine in winter left a deep impression on me.

Snow that has never been dazzling and dizzy before.

She is weak, poor and blind.

In a place called Bashu in the south of China.

There is no snow, no ice and no rime here.

There is no white season.

There is only the cold that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Seal feelings bit by bit.

A little bit of passion.

It's like I always walk with my head in my hands.

The moodiness of shuttling between classrooms, canteens, etc.

It's late at night, and I still go back to the dormitory alone.

Looking at a huge star, it seems familiar.

Cold, cold at this time is very close to death.

Avoid the lights of the library and any lights.

So this kind of cold, always cold.

four

The winter sunshine sings at your fingertips.

Good times, good mood.

I'm really covered with real sunshine.

I heard my soul crack and groan.

Breathe in the sun

Haze, let it leave the body for a while.

I am convinced that the sunshine in winter will not be bony.

I just took out the wet quilt and dried it.

Prepare to collect a bed of sunshine and make a fire in winter.

At that time, I will study hard until late at night.

Or write a poem or two and send it to friends and relatives far away.

Listen!

The sound of snowflakes falling from the treetops

Tomorrow morning, the light green is shining in the morning light.

Modern Poetry Winter 9 Enchanting Girls

Follow Nan Sun.

Show it.

The brilliance of youth

On the other side of the globe.

Aromatic and brilliant

Noble mei Niang

Still on the road

Tiangong zhong

Yuki Onna

Wear it to the left and to the right.

delayed

Refuse to show her jade face

Only you

Smile in the cold wind

Do you want to see it?

The beautiful shadow of snowflakes

Or do you want to be with her?

Compare who is the most beautiful.

How can there be no flowers on the earth?

Days without flowers

Feel it

In this day when everything is dying.

You are smiling quietly alone.

Quiet smiling face

Like the golden sun.

Slender wire core

It's a girl's love.

Only those who love you the most can smell it.

Your faint scent.

You gave me an affectionate smile.

I poured my loving eyes on Nong with deep affection.

Don't say anything.

I am silent.

Your feelings

My intestines

Just looking at each other.

I don't know your name.

You don't know who I am.

Thank you for giving me warmth.

Thank you for giving me happiness.

Thank you for giving me a bright future.

Thank you for giving me colorful dreams.

In this winter without plum blossoms

In this winter without snowflakes

You bloom in my eyes.

You are fragrant in my heart.

Weave a poem towel and put it on you.

Do you have my illusion in your dream?