[Reading Poems at Night] Going to the Border (10)-the outpost on the horizon, the first snow.

No more ordinary houses.

Embedded in an unusual position on the horizon.

Standing solemnly in the clouds, in the name of defending to the death

A powerful earth is made up of skull and blood.

Extending the end of the sky is endless.

Boundary markers and checkpoints are accompanied by blind dates.

Loyal to each other, lacking oxygen and perseverance.

Never fail in a thousand years, never die in a thousand years, never die in a thousand years.

The sentry changed in a crop, and you witnessed the snow.

Witness youth, witness hairline moving backwards.

But your soldiers will never let their country's territory go backwards.

Cast boundary markers and you with loyalty and blood.

You cry every autumn and winter.

The person who left the team tore off your skin.

You grew up with the plateau.

Outbreak of hard core sacredness

First snow

The first snow in the capital this year

Full of weekend hearts.

It is said that the first person to tell him about the snow.

This is the person you love most.

Where should my snow fall?

Mountains and rivers are covered with ice and snow.

Create a season of affection for you and me.

Are you all right, my dearest person?

The first one wants you to share my snowflake.

But your snow is closing the mountain.

At this point, we have lost contact.

Snowflakes flying all over the sky

Please float my obstacle to you.

The snow line blocked your news.

Accelerated my anxious breathing.

I hope you melt.

Snow in my heart