On the Aesthetics of Snowy Poetry

1, after another heavy snow, the sky is as blue and crystal clear as sea blue. Thousands of peaks and mountains you can see are all white, shining with continuous silver light.

2, everyone is eager for snow, just like a doomed mood. I am also a mortal, just like one of thousands of snowflakes in the air, ordinary and crystal clear, which makes me exquisite and sacred. It rains when it is cold, and melts willingly when it is warm.

Winter is like a fairy tale world, and the snow in winter is a fairy tale world. In winter, the weather is cold, and the snow seems to understand something, and immediately puts a thick white quilt on everything in the world. The pine tree put on her new coat and danced in the snow; Grandpa Sun is not so brilliant against the snow, but he has a hazy feeling.

4. Snow is as light as cotton wool, as soft as reed flowers, as fluffy as dandelion seeds, flying freely in the wind, dancing freely, releasing freely and having fun.

5. I recognize that those messy and flashing footprints in the snow are poems; The trodden road is prose. Snow falling on trees is not grafting, but shaping. The world covered with snow gauze finally has an outline.

6, snow, falling, floating down from the sky, falling on the roof, falling on the ground, very light, like the footsteps of a kitten. In the snow, there are several glittering and translucent ice cubes, shining. Trees, dressed in snow, white hats, white cotton-padded jackets and white scarves, what a pure white world.