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Xue's poems
Poems about snow 1 time glass
Beautiful snowflakes
Is it really you?
Crystal clear and holy
Slowly descend
Intoxicated beauty
It's all in my heart and in my dreams.
Hold a piece in the palm of your hand.
You are very silent.
It turned into cold raindrops in an instant.
Like tears in the corner of my eyes
It is warmth and gratitude.
Or the joy after all the hardships?
I came across the north wind to find you.
I have been thinking about you all night.
Rugged mountain road.
Love is a crutch.
Endless autumn water
The heart is a boat.
Neither you nor I have a chance.
I always miss meeting again and again.
I used to feel sorry for your indifference.
I have been reluctant to break my heart.
Close your eyes.
Let the lonely soul
Blowing in the wind
You came after all.
At the end of winter
In the despair of waiting
You turned around unexpectedly.
Flying like a pear flower
It is like a white butterfly shuttling through the air.
It is to drive away the loneliness of wintersweet.
Or are you in a hurry for a spring date?
Have your world.
There is a fairy-tale silver package.
I hold you in my hand and hide you in my heart.
Let me put it on your ear again.
Quietly ask
Can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale?
all one's life
line
Poetry about snow 2 incredible dreams,
Suddenly I miss the snow in December and the purity of a man.
In a hurry, it blooms in Leng Xiang.
Cross the chilling cold and squeeze into my moonlit night.
Na Yue comes from the north wind at sea.
Before I rise to my surging heart, I just
Layer by layer,
Injured by waves in the water. Painful and meticulous
Hiding the wound, I began to be naive,
Suddenly the green of spring was forced out, and a winter snow broke out.
What a horrible and exciting adventure this is.
The grass began to suffocate and the birds in the south left again.
I fell again and again, in this night full of meteors.
In fact, silvery white no longer exists, and that disappearance will make
This man turns snow into water? Soul and body leave together.
In countless disappearing rivers
Dreams still bloom in spring,
The children of the younger generation stared at the six petals of the past on the willow tip.
Get carried away, tease people
Poetry 3 about snow is snow again,
A whole year has passed, and I have long forgotten the feeling of winter.
The north wind is blowing today, which reminds me of last year's snow.
Buxus macrophylla is covered with thick white gauze,
The same ripples in streets and alleys,
Also a series of footprints on the big grass,
There is the same hoarfrost in the hair.
What were we doing last winter?
I am looking forward to graduation, because winter comes too early.
What are we going to do this winter?
In a daze in the snow, recalling the past.
Snowflakes are flying in the air and falling on the skin, cold and cold.
The same blue sky, the same snow,
It's different. We parted ways. ...
Ah, snowflakes are falling vaguely, and there is still a trace of sadness.
Yesterday's laughter is still in front of us, but I can't get rid of my sadness.
Many years later this winter,
At this crossroads of life,
In each other's warm eyes,
I met you today,
I met yesterday. ...
For family members
Send a flower from afar
In a dream
In the distant days
Start acacia box
be full of sentiment
At night
In every warm and lonely year.
Carrying my heart
Walk with you
Endless desire
Endless pursuit
Endless hope
await orders
Your favor
Your caress
Your endless prayers
It is the happiness of my life.
You are the most beautiful sunrise.
You are the most beautiful sunrise/come and go.
You are the most beautiful sunrise.
I am a branch sticking out of the fence in the north wind.
Always hold your head high and visit gently in the morning.
Weave a net with a dry body
Collect all the locks.
Not how much I love the world.
Because of you, it is the most beautiful sunrise.
I am the ice flower in full bloom in winter night.
They all say there can't be light in my life.
The harder you work, the more tired you will be.
Can desire soar every night?
It's not that I'm not afraid
Because of you, it is the most beautiful sunrise.
I am a red lantern hanging high in the village.
Old people say I'm like a flaming hope.
Look, how hard I work.
Try to imitate with the brightest colors.
It's not that I don't like my looks.
Because of you, it is the most beautiful sunrise.
I am the dew of thousands of crops in the morning.
Come and go between heaven and earth
Falling and flying
I can't tell the direction of home either.
It's not that I'm keen on wandering.
Because of you, it is the most beautiful sunrise.
I am one millionth of the invisible sand.
I am the most extensive frontier.
I am a fleeting drop of water under the bluestone.
I am the most turbulent and vast ocean.
I like tea after dinner very much.
I am the top of all mountains.
What about you?
Always the most beautiful sunrise.
Disappearing ocean
Disappearing sea/memory
You took advantage of the boss's sadness.
Tell me what the world is like.
I look at you with sleepless eyes.
You look at me with a depressed face.
I have been waiting for a century.
You said I waited for the wrong time and space.
I am too far away from you.
Or do you not know me?
I want to warm you with an inch of sunshine in the morning.
But you are afraid that the world will get warmer.
Then indifference will be everywhere.
I understand your indifference.
My warmth died, too.
I just want to go for a walk by the sea.
I like the sea at the moment.
Quiet and windless
Mixed with a little warmth.
There is a faint wind floating on the sea.
My skirt is frolicking on my leg.
The waves began to rise.
So, on the beach,
Many footprints just disappeared.
Many people are forgotten in this way.
I want to say goodbye to Na Pianhai.
Say goodbye to the world
I know I have no home.
I was born on the most beautiful waves at sea.
But died on the ugliest stone at the bottom of the sea.
A wave came in.
My footprints have disappeared, too
No one knows the girl in a white skirt.
Where did she go?
Maybe she will never come back.
Just?
Far, far away
There is such a legend circulating.
finally
There is a sea.
It is said that everyone who has seen it.
They all went to heaven.
As for whether it is like that.
People in later generations still believe.
My desolation is more fragrant than pear flowers.
My desolation is more fragrant than pear flowers.
Poetry 4 on snow when the cold current rages in the south
I began to miss the snow in the north.
One by one.
gradually
Slowly disappear in my mind
Yididi
non-interlaced
Pretend to be at the end of my pen
Snow in the north
As always.
Without saying a word.
The earth was covered in an instant.
Instantly enveloped my hometown.
Put all the filth in the world
Cover everything up
Put all the ugliness of the world of mortals
Completely buried
Snow in the north
Is the heavy clothes in the north.
calmly
In silence
Moisturize dry soil
calmly
carefully
Cultivate buds in spring
In order to realize the ideal
Snow in the north would rather sacrifice its modesty.
Turn into mud
Flowing on the chest of the north
Disappear into the soil in the north.
Snow in the north
It is a pair of beautiful eyes.
It is also a wall, blocking the cold and freezing.
Snow in the north
It is a pair of gentle hands.
This is a pure flower.
Snow in the north
It's the north.
Endless charm
Snow in the north
It's the north.
A never-ending swan song
Never seen it before.
More snow than in the north.
And white and flawless powder makeup.
Never seen it before.
More snow than in the north.
A place wrapped in white
Never seen it before.
More snow than in the north.
And a clear face.
this present life
No matter where I wander
Never forget the snow in the north.
Because of the snow in the north
It is my lifelong pursuit and yearning.
Poetry about snow 5 wintersweet blossoms, frost deceives snow fragrance. Let Xifeng rely on it and keep fresh makeup for many years.
Natural and unrestrained oblique branches break through the clouds and sky, reporting the drunken scenery of spring soul.
Noble, detached from the world, stand out from the crowd.
Facing the window, taking photos, lonely and pitiful, simple and awkward.
The flowers in Jiangning are charming rather than charming.
I fell into poetry and painting and spent my whole life commenting on it.
Praise, work hard and dress up your hometown.
Poetry about Snow 6 "One Night"
Heavy snow will wrap the earth in the cold winter.
Snowflakes happen to coincide.
Blooming in the corner of the northern city
The delicate and charming flowers have hid in the greenhouse.
Once arrogant, only in
The greenhouse is still charming.
One by one, pure and clean, dancing
Elegant in the silver world
The hot air in the room rises with the glass.
Snowflakes kiss the transparent face from time to time.
Unrequited love turns into tears,
Glass walls are the world of spring and winter.
Minor Snow
There is no snowflake floating in the light snow season.
It is raining everywhere.
Are these Cher's tears flying?
How many eyelashes are wet?
High-rise buildings are blurred in the foggy sea.
Can't see the outside world clearly
I can't understand the impatience in the house.
Did fog or haze kill the snowflake?
Hurt Cher's eternal feelings.
Love the snow
Wind, please rest your feet.
Rain, please dry your tears.
Make way for snowflakes.
Bloom early in the mother's arms
hug
snow grains
Listen, the north wind is howling.
Keep bumping
Stop going south.
obstacle
Dense snow grains
Whistling like gravel
Beating the wet night
Pave the way for the arrival of snowflakes.
puppy
The poem says: A snowy day.
Black dogs turn white and white dogs swell.
Black hole in the well, clever puppy
Like a camera lens.
Smart eyes, naughty actions.
There is no residual snow hanging on me.
The heavy snow kept falling last night.
The little dog was shut out of the kennel.
Those stray dogs
Standing in the romantic night, black and white are inseparable.
How I want to have a home and find a comfortable nest.
Winter window grilles
Shuttle through the freezing night
Looking for a magic mirror that can see through the darkness.
Quietly dawn
Wake up the sleeping eyes
Ice flowers filled the pupils.
The desire for love, hold fast to the window lattice.
Ripples in the Jade Pot
ice
Hongrige
enthusiastic
Open your warm heart.
Hug Cheryl.
Tears after a long separation
Loneliness flows with thoughts.
Condensed into glittering and translucent regret
It snows in Yang Du.
Snow, melting snow
Still in love with the warships of the Three Kingdoms.
Zhuge Liang's feather fan
A faint easterly wind.
Snowstorm in northwest China
Sweep red cliff
Put out the fire
A layer of snow.
Pacify the three kingdoms
Zhaofeng lost his hometown in Yang Du.
Poetry 7 about snow I like these fragrant ones.
Green tea, they always let me
See the pure body of spring.
Hear the sound of tea trees on high mountains or low slopes.
Whispering love words
But I'll leave them hanging.
Their warmth makes me
Can't kill me and my body.
Residual cold germs
Now, I'm going to put those drugs
Put it in my open mouth
Like the man who is going to slaughter sheep.
Butcher, pass me the Ming Dao.
Poetry about Snow 8 Tonight, the world is very bright.
Those skyscrapers will never be built again.
No darkness, all the trees
Lost their soul-like shadows.
Tonight, in my heart
Hidden in the darkness of the old days
All this turned white because of purity.
My dream is also put on a white robe.
Tonight, the surging
The heavy snow drowned the darkness.
Memories or thoughts.
Some leaves are still hanging on it.
There are still some on the branches.
Has been brought by the fast or slow wind.
Where I can't touch it with my hands
Just like it snowed yesterday.
Some people are still sitting on black tiles.
Yes, it has penetrated.
The main body of the tile may fall to the ground.
But what I see is that they
Of course, still sitting on the tile.
This is what I remember.
Poetry about Snow 9 The breeze blows and the snowflakes are intoxicated.
In whose heart is your memory,
After all, you can't be indifferent.
The morning bell and the evening drum, the sword goes sideways,
Ask not where the world is.
Sunset stars scattered, lying on your back,
I can't feel the peace of dawn.
Who is the heart persistent for,
Let you cool the world,
In the dream,
Still don't want to look back.
No, it fell to the ground and broke,
How many parting sighs are reincarnation.
Feelings, for the mind,
How many dreams die, leaves fall and become empty.
Poetry about snow 10 You come from the throb of enthusiasm:
A commotion like a glass paper cup,
You shed tears like a song,
You are swinging in the center of a river like the sea,
You use a flute as an anchor.
I can't hate you,
You disturb my mind like time;
You are as beautiful as the wind in Xinjiang,
You whisper to the stars,
On my slippery heart
You are like a crisp raindrop,
Flowing in my heart;
You are like a paper window separated by gauze,
Flowing in my heart,
You are the rose temptation,
Dropping in the center of the land.
You rise and fall like a kite,
You hang on my drunken heart;
In the boundless starry sky,
Send you a beautiful poem.
Poetry about snow 1 1 That's your back slightly dull and quiet.
That's a conversation between you and me.
Your frankness
My heart is more than helpless.
Looking out the window
In the snow-white snow
Your smile is particularly pleasant.
You are too simple.
A girl with a lot on her mind
Your tears
I can only stand by and watch.
Midwinter night
It's your eyes that shine.
In the bright sunshine
It is you and me who are drifting away.
Numbers that once overlapped
Poetry about snow 12 I am a little snowflake.
Go to feixiang with mom and dad.
Because I like a place.
I never want to go home again.
It is a place where flowers are in full bloom.
There is happiness and fragrance.
I'm afraid mom and dad will be angry.
Dare not say.
Mom and Dad
After all these years.
I am in this favorite place.
Never melted.
I know my parents, too.
Come to me more than once
But I held back
Dare not call dad, dare not call mom.
Mom and Dad
Please forgive me.
Because I can't stand it.
Leave this favorite place
Mom and Dad
If there ever comes a day when
I am sad.
Just melt yourself.
You must take me home.
Give me one more chance.
Let me call you again.
mom and dad
Poetry about snow 13 Last night, I had a dream.
Dreaming that you flew all over the sky
Can't hold it.
From my finger
Disappear and escape
Tonight, I'm waiting
You are wet with snow.
Still coming?
Bring the news of spring
But why me?
Why are you still afraid to touch you?
why
The heart is still so empty
Poetry about Snow 14 Over the past few years,
Always attached to the warmth of the south.
But I can't forget it.
The splendor of flying snow in the north
Oh!
the original
It turns out that I am already a wanderer.
Why not?
Deep homesickness
only
I just can't forget it.
Eagerly looking forward to
That handsome Yin Xue.
Oh!
What about the snow in the north?
Especially cute
Like a naughty child
Always frolicking in dreams
Snow rustled all night.
Forced into view in the early morning
This is a world wrapped in silver.
Xiaoyuanzi
Color tree
Sleeping fields
A winding path
……
Dress up.
edelweiss
It's comforting
This is really a surprise.
Oh!
I can't help sighing the joy in my heart.
secretly
carefully
Leave a trail of footprints
A series of laughter.
And the sunshine after the snow
Brilliant and charming
This is a dream.
Or memories?
while
Touch again
Snow-white elf
Unlimited fun
……
Ah!
Free and chic snow
Poetry about snow 15 met you many times in my childhood.
When you are floating in the air.
A quiet village.
A clearing
A country road
Your arrival disturbed everything. Very quiet
Idle people come out to see you in twos and threes.
Make a snowman with happy children.
Radish and cabbage are the most commonly used decorations for snowman.
This is also our only food in winter.
We will never get tired of eating.
This field has become a happy paradise for children.
Chase and play in groups
Snowballs were thrown into the snowy sky.
Flying around.
The happy childhood disappeared so quickly.
Now you look shy.
Often in infinite waiting.
In the long-awaited expectation
You are willing to fall and scatter shyly.
Without the heroism of the past
Without the heaviness of the past
Are you also sad because you lost your lost childhood?
In this environment, you have no attachment.
Because you don't come as often as in those years.
Your arrival has become the dream of many people.
Remember those years?
We are happy and carefree in the group.
Walk gently on the country road
Surrounded by your salsa, wrapped in a white and dust-free body.
Become our most beautiful and unforgettable memory.
Those winters
It is our favorite season.
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