Modern poems describing snow scenes (famous writers)

Author: Xi Murong

While she was sleeping,

He walked in a small town with melting snow.

Miss the old days,

Constellations and in,

In front of a river where ice blocks collide.

Gently,

Call her name.

At night in the south,

Everything is as quiet as usual.

Except a few tired petals.

Because of the wind,

Fall in front of her window.

2. In the snow

Author: Qin Zihao

Thank God for drawing such a picture,

On this lonely road, both of us were painted;

Snowflakes are as colorful as dreams,

Add a frozen river in the middle.

My arm is gray and I am sad at the end of the year.

But you have a crimson spring on your face-

I thought, if there is a sound in the painting.

My heart must burst out: "dear girl!" " "

You know exactly what I mean,

But you didn't say a word lightly;

A sentient and heartless person, suddenly far away and suddenly near,

Floating around in the snow without a master.

Finally, I can't stand this silence any longer.

Tear up the drawings with the only voice in my heart.

Snowflakes are still dreamlike,

I can't tell you from me in the fog.

Step 3 read snow

Author: Shu Ting

Over time,

Loneliness is as fertile as rotten leaves.

Fingers stick out of the window through the glass,

A snowflake has just been measured.

The body temperature in the Alps,

Beating gently in my palm.

Night zero viviparous,

Turn off all artificial lighting.

Into the dark heart,

It's noisy,

There are many exciting things,

The details of polygons can't stand being touched.

Even if there is,

The gentleness of matches.

Only on the frozen soil of age and experience,

Save the voice prototype,

Flat and light.

4. Snowflakes?

Author: Li Guoling

You are a gentle snowflake,

Melt in your hands.

How to make me not care,

The cold wind chased the flying sand.

Residual leaves fall helplessly in low-lying areas,

Groaning, I don't know where it was blown.

May go far away,

It will turn green again next spring.

Back to the philosophy of sunshine,

Come back quickly. I will wait for you here.

Because I have imprinted your smile on my memory,

I just want to convey my thoughts to you.

Looking forward to four years of care is also a kind of sweetness.

I want to hold hands and watch the wicker swaying.

Look up at the stars and whisper to the moon.

Tell the moon silently,

Wait until you are a miracle of love.

You awakened my poetry,

You irrigated the land of the soul.

I always think about you,

Looking forward to the cold plum blooming in the snow.

Compared with snow,

Flying snow takes away your loneliness.

Although years have changed our appearance,

Our hearts remain the same.

5. "Snow falls on the land of China"

Author: Ai Qing

Snow fell on the land of China,

The cold is blocking China. ...

The wind, like an old woman who is too sad.

Followed closely,

Hold out your cold fingers and claws.

Pulling a pedestrian's skirt,

As old as your land.

I never stopped talking for a moment. ...

Appear in the forest,

Drive a carriage

You China farmer,

Wearing a fur hat,

Braving the heavy snow,

Where are you going?

Tell you

I'm also a descendant of farmers-

Thanks to you,

A face engraved with epileptic wrinkles.

I can be so profound,

I see.

People living on the grassland,

The hardships of years.

but I ...

It's not happier than you.

-Lying on the river of time

A wave of suffering

Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-

Vagrancy and imprisonment

I lost the most precious time of my youth,

My life

Like your life.

The same haggard.

Snow fell on the land of China,

The cold is blocking China. ...

By the river on a snowy night,

A small oil lamp moves slowly,

On that tattered Wu Peng boat

Reflect the light and hang your head.

Who is sitting there?

-Ah, you

A dirty little woman,

Is it ... or not

Your home

An already violent enemy

Did it burn down?

Is it ... or not

On a night like this,

Without the protection of men,

In the fear of death

You were teased by the enemy's bayonet.

innumerable

Our elderly mother,

Just like a foreigner

I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.

What kind of journey do you want to embark on?

For "object": analysand

The Road to China

Is so rugged,

It's too muddy.

Snow falls on the land of China;

The cold is blocking China. ...

Those areas swallowed up by the fire,

Countless land cultivators

Lost their livestock.

Lost their land in Waugh.

squeeze in

In the dirty alley of despair of life;

Hungry earth

Reach out into the dark sky

Begging for help

Trembling arms.

The pain and disaster in China

As vast and long as this snowy night!

Snow fell on the land of China,

The cold is blocking China. ...

China, mine is dark at night.

A weak poem.

Can I give you some warmth?