Modern Poetry in Winter

In normal study, work or life, everyone has collected poems that impress him. The poetic language is concise and vivid, and the rhythm is distinct. What kind of poems are good? The following collected some modern poems about winter for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Modern Poetry in Winter 1 Information in Winter

Roses that bloom in the cold winter,

In the cold corner of the yard,

Holding a torch,

Covered with thorns,

No one dares to go near her.

It was a cold morning,

I grabbed a flower and put it in the glass.

I saw a fire,

Tremble from transparency

The bottom of the water ignited.

Ross,

My friend, in the cold winter,

With your burning flowers,

I write information about winter.

Modern Poetry in Winter 2 "Praise for Winter"

Come to this world

That little artificial fig leaf.

She felt deeply uneasy and guilty.

A sharp knife

Huhudi northwest wind

Is she?

Sound the alarm for the whole life

Covet her beauty

A blazing sun

Incredibly warm and affectionate

This river also has an ice core.

Snowflakes are more passionate.

Suddenly into the arms of winter.

Winter Modern Poetry 3 "Winter Rain"

The first rain in winter

Gently, gently.

As thin as silk.

Ba Jiangnan shuixiang

It was a stroke.

A watercolor painting.

A wet poem

Bridge of this season

Autumn is out of sight.

A distant figure

Winter rain is like smoke and dreams.

But it still has the beautiful charm of autumn.

Weave a piece carefully and closely.

Gorgeous transparent coat

Cold winter

It is also full of romantic poetry.

Misty rain and fog

It's a blur.

The rhythm of singing.

Sneak into a dream

Clean green space

although

This season is gradually becoming desolate.

Depression and decadence

Come with the north wind

however

But I learned from this cool winter rain.

Read it.

A new preface in winter

Modern Winter Poetry 4 "I Love Winter"

I like winter,

That six-petal snowflake,

This is a gift from grandpa Dong.

I like winter,

The snowman made by the children,

It is the joy that Santa Claus brings us;

I like winter,

That snowy world,

It is a playground for children;

I like winter,

That colorful cotton-padded jacket,

Add color to the snowy world;

I like winter,

That white and flawless winter

Winter Modern Poetry 5 "Winter Night"

Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.

The bell of vespers rang for a long time.

The house is ready.

The table is full of rich banquets.

Only a few vagrants.

From the dark road to the gate

The tree of grace shines with golden light.

Suck the cold dew of the earth

The wanderer came in quietly.

Pain turned the threshold into stone.

In the clear and dazzling light

There is bread and wine on the table.

Winter Modern Poetry 6 "Missing in Winter"

Just going out for a while,

I feel the cold wind whistling,

It turned out to be winter.

Rushed to the autumn class,

With its gift for nature,

Come into this world.

if winter comes ,

The sun is cold, too.

The earth turned into a cold steel plate.

The cold wind stripped the trees of their coats,

Standing there naked,

Endure the cold of winter;

Autumn hay

Shrinking his body,

Keep your head in the ground.

Winter Modern Poetry 7 "Winter in the South"

Rural areas in the south,

What remains in the ground after autumn is the scar scraped by the sickle.

Wait until the call of the spring breeze next year.

I began to conceive dreams again.

Maybe our lives are the same?

The scarecrow sprawled on the ground.

Purely organized and undisciplined

Past eyes can't sweep out their hearts.

Emptiness and anxiety

Growing old in the wind and rain is the most corrupt

There is no need to talk about health and achievement.

Maybe it's just a corner

You found it.

Bright and dazzling.

Stubbornly run counter to the season.

But it still ignites your inner weakness.

Hope to be strong

As usual, a piece of paper is flying in front of your eyes.

Maybe it doesn't mean anything.

At best, it shows a depressed rural scene.

But it has given many people life and hope.

Winter Modern Poetry 8 "Winter"

Releasing a magical power,

Painting on the glass window,

Draw a beautiful picture;

Silver-gray clouds

Rolling in the sky,

It seems that a heavy snow is brewing. ...

Dongguniang

Dressed in white,

Stretch out your slender arms,

Touch the earth gently!

So,

Vilen,

Presenting a silvery white world,

Mountain peaks and villages

Birds and me,

Has become a part of nature,

Into the beauty of white,

With you, with me

I can't tell you from me!

Ah, this white and elegant season!

Winter Modern Poetry 9 "Winter"

Sitting in front of the burning stove,

The luster of wood makes me unspeakable shy;

Touching the faded satin,

The black cat whispered.

The blinds are inflated. Fresh,

The stars are near under the pillars of the promenade;

Miss the dust outside the warmth,

How many pedestrians were hit by loud sounds today?

Modern Poetry in Winter 10 Information in Winter

Roses that bloom in the cold winter,

In the cold corner of the yard,

Holding a torch,

Covered with thorns,

No one dares to go near her.

It was a cold morning,

I grabbed a flower and put it in the glass.

I saw a fire,

Tremble from transparency

The bottom of the water ignited.

Ross,

My friend, in the cold winter,

With your burning flowers,

I write information about winter.

Modern Winter Poetry 1 1 Crossing Winter

I went through my winter.

This is my unique winter.

I won't talk about it.

But I don't expect spring.

Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Look blankly at a tree

Branches on the tree

In decline

A pile of firewood on the ground

The higher the cardinality.

Above the old man's forehead

The winter sun shines on him.

The pace of winter is accelerating.

The winter I have experienced

It is such a winter.

I won't talk about it.

That's the truth.

No one can change it.

Nobody can hide it.

Like a bird without a name

Air-dried skeleton

Hanging between the trunk and the fork

Laugh at your eyes

You can feel it

The speed of whistling past

Smash a corpse to pieces

Modern Poetry in Winter 12 "Crossing Winter"

Timely rainfall

I went through my winter.

This is my unique winter.

I won't talk about it.

But I don't expect spring.

Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.

Look blankly at a tree

Branches on the tree

In decline

A pile of firewood on the ground

The higher the cardinality.

Above the old man's forehead

The winter sun shines on him.

The pace of winter is accelerating.

The winter I have experienced

It is such a winter.

I won't talk about it.

That's the truth.

No one can change it.

Nobody can hide it.

Like a bird without a name

Air-dried skeleton

Hanging between the trunk and the fork

Laugh at your eyes

You can feel it

The speed of whistling past

Smash a corpse to pieces

Modern Winter Poetry 13 "Winter Colors"

It's a bit chilly in the late autumn night, so I look out through the curtains.

It's so quiet to see Bai Yueguang outside.

A sudden gust of wind

Blow open the curtains and come at me head-on. I have no time to dodge.

Embraced by her.

No, because of the hug.

Makes me feel warm.

The trembling body tells itself that winter is coming.

I curled up in bed and looked at the ceiling.

Quietly ask yourself

What color will it be this winter?

Modern Winter Poetry 14 Winter Night

Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.

The bell of vespers rang for a long time.

The house is ready.

The table is full of rich banquets.

Only a few vagrants.

From the dark road to the gate

The tree of grace shines with golden light.

Suck the cold dew of the earth

The wanderer came in quietly.

Pain turned the threshold into stone.

In the clear and dazzling light

There is bread and wine on the table.

Modern Poetry in Winter 15 "Let Winter Be Cold"

Walking through the sweet-scented osmanthus night in August, I entered another bright moon.

I'm careful.

Can't bear to wake up the sleeping autumn.

Afraid of you, wake up

Take away my red leaves and fruits, wrinkles on my forehead

It is the mark of winter wind, sword and frost.

The road through the mountains at sunset in September, the altitude here has nothing to do with height.

I am just a wild horse entering the forest from the grassland, and the speed is the speed of an eagle.

I am carefree.

In the afterglow of the sunset

Vegetation rustling under a clear sky.

I want to bury the residual temperature in midsummer, so let it be cold in winter.

Modern Winter Poetry 16 Winter Sunshine

The sunshine in winter is bright and soft, like a smile on the old man's face, which warms the desolation in the season.

Cold wind, crisp, bleak

What is shocking is that the string of the heart

Yellow days, complex and ordinary, fall into poor memories one by one.

Gorgeous time, already in.

Over the years, I have grown old.

Only, mottled scars

When it was hidden, it stung the forbearing chest.

The heart is like a deeply buried grass root.

Chewing lonely fragments.

Satisfy the desire in life with sunshine.

If you are lonely, suck.

Leng Yan, proudly to Mei.

Brilliantly open, full of thin poetic rhyme, lit the dying sun.

In the distance, in the staggered eyes.

A hot song is slowly flowing from the stretched eyebrows …

Modern Poetry in Winter 17 Winter Wind

Text/dragon

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Not as good as spring and summer.

Don't compete with autumn for favor.

The last stick to take the call.

Finish the sprint at the finish line

How to have a clear conscience in success or failure

But to successfully complete the whole process

Hand in hand with the persistence of spring, summer and autumn

Release indulgence at the end of the year

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Winter wind,

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Pure piety

Indulge like a lover

Holding colorful fallen leaves

Chuandajie alley

Dancing everywhere, tired in the air

Wandering in the corner

Bask in the sun

Avoid the cold

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Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Magic incarnation

As skilled as a mage.

The cold stopped the river from flowing.

Cover the lake with a mirror.

Rest in spring, summer and autumn.

Guard the cowardly creatures in the water

/

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Understand what love is and what hate is.

Dust like a bodhisattva

dispel the dark clouds

Eliminating pathogenic haze essence

Stretch with the sun

Send stars, send the moon, send the sky.

Lift the white clouds to the blue sky.

Point out the beauty and light in the world

/

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Xiao Sa Chang Huan

Like a painter splashing ink on a painting.

Fly with winter snow

Sow white silence.

Covered with dust and dirt

Decorate the fairyland on earth

Let the mountains and rivers be everywhere, wrapped in silver

Liliang elite

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Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Idle around, run around.

Like a naughty and lovely child.

Sneak up the skirts of passers-by

Gently soothe the smile of the old man basking in the sun

Run to the street and pester unscrupulously.

Walking girl

Her hair is unkempt.

Kiss the apple-like face comfortably

Climb that abrupt tree early in the morning.

Blow a cheerful whistle

Laughing at hay, laziness,

Teasing the obscurity of wheat seedlings

/

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Perseverance and tenacity

There is a youthful temperament.

Climb the high scaffold

Perspective of towering modern architecture

Race against the traffic

Chasing the ever-changing vision

Urge your partner on your way home.

Walk in a hurry

Look eagerly

The long-awaited baby, stick to the nest.

Eager for the sea-like love of parents

/

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

A sincere and straightforward temper

As wise and steady as an old man

Yeah, a hot-headed person

Face the long life calmly.

Emotions and sorrows, rich and poor are hot and cold.

Don't feel ashamed or humiliated.

Awaken the powerful

"It's better to see bad than good. It's like exploring soup."

bring benefit to mankind

(of officials) maintain integrity.

/

Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Skilled mind

Like a talented woman, beautiful and smart.

Piano, chess, painting and calligraphy are omnipotent.

Embellished with wintersweet.

Shake the willows and play.

There are the magnificence of the Yellow River and the sadness of become a butterfly.

Singing a delicate and melodious serenade.

Skilled manual frosting overnight.

Carving ice flowers in the cold window is pleasing to the eye.

Render hay and Yuzhu coral

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"Like a strong wind in spring, it blows at night.

Blow open the magical picture of petals of ten thousand pear trees.

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Winter wind

Seemingly heartless, but affectionate.

Quietly and gently pestering Miss Chun.

Brew green waves with warmth

Dream sincerely

Send flying snow to call spring rain.

Walk in gently

Colorful, wonderful, with a sweet spring.

Modern Winter Poetry 18 "Winter with a Mask"

This winter,

The sun is far away from us,

Smoke is everywhere,

Travellers,

Wearing a mask,

Can't see the smiling face.

This winter,

Mist obscured the view,

The speed of travel slowed down,

Winter is rainy and boring,

Cold is a gift from nature,

Who gave the smog?

Haze and darkness are intertwined,

Squeezed out the sun,

Every corner suffers from it,

The ecological environment has been destroyed,

People have no choice but to seek protection,

Turned into a winter wearing a mask.

Smoke stretches for thousands of miles,

The traffic is difficult,

Cold days,

To make matters worse,

Who would have thought that the world was bumpy,

When can I stand out?

Old people who exercise,

Reduce going out,

The opportunity to exercise,

Naive children,

Locked in the house,

Can't go out to play.

Smog control has become a major event.

Led by the Ministry of Environmental Protection.

Participate in afforestation

Travel with fewer car numbers,

Drive away the smog and be healthy.

Everyone loves environmental protection.

This cold winter,

You can only travel with a mask,

Wearing a mask has become a kind of,

Helpless scenery,

Wearing a mask in winter,

Hope to stay away from us.

On my daughter's drawing board,

Ask again and again,

When will the smog disperse?

We in Qi Xin work together,

Charge the smoke,

Building our own beautiful homeland.

Winter modern poetry 19 raises the truest love to winter.

Those withered flowers

Where did the soul float?

The flower with the same name as the plum blossom girl.

In the language of love, in the ice

Calling for a good partner thousands of miles away

Gently, into these tearful eyes.

Branches extend to the wings of the sky.

With pure plum blossoms.

Conceive a powerful idea

These plum blossoms

It is a lovely elf in winter.

With natural pride

In the cold wind

Standing on the branches, blooming and lyrical.

How can we not be ashamed of those withered flowers?

The floating of dark fragrance

Is to wake up and dust off the worldly dust.

And the sadness caused by weak human feelings.

The obsession with loving these plum blossoms

As the plum blossom girl realized.

Sing on the ice for a while.

Dance for the winter.

Passionate and unrestrained love

Become a pure and beautiful heart

You didn't-

The delicacy of peach blossoms

Romance of roses

The elegance of Chinese rose ...

But in the ice and snow

An outpouring of love.

As colorful as snowflakes, as powerful as bone nuclei.

In the monotonous winter

Dotted with the vitality of filar silk

Sending out a wisp of fragrance.

Communicate with each other's hearts

Proud of the changes in the world

Love each other and write poems to warm each other.

Dancing in the snow

Hold the truest love until winter.

Modern Poetry in Winter 20 My Perception of Winter

I don't want to plant indifference in the winter wind.

I don't want to hold the pain of the season with bitterness.

I don't want to go further and further until I forget to look back.

I don't want to sing sad old songs with you.

I know that winter is winter, and winter is using traditional emotional appeal.

Playing on the piano at the junction of heaven and earth: low temperature, winter rain, snow, cold current

I use my imagination to perceive the route and scenery of the season.

My country, my river, the world I own.

I wrapped the desired temperature in patina.

Those decadence, laziness and trembling have all gone with the north wind.

My wheat, broad beans, pine, cypress and magnolia trees.

Holly, form my phalanx in my space.

Winter is heavy because of your sigh.

Red elements are active in my sports.

You just walked in my yesterday, imprisoned by the cold.

The bud of my faith spread upward in a ray of sunshine.

Blossom and bear fruit, let go of inner fear and Confucianism.

Hug with winter, communicate with your heart, and enjoy happiness like me.

When it is cold and dry, I call for winter rain in the wilderness.

When I am gloomy and lonely, I polish the sky and bring snow dance.

When I am lonely and helpless, I will burn my life with a poem.

When homesickness is unbearable, drink a thick New Year's wine.

I want to hear you put down your derogatory words about winter.

In the embrace of winter, let the enthusiasm melt the long-term glacier.

Winter is winter, and there are natural laws.

I am mine, and I stand on the heights of winter thoughts.

I want to take you near my winter phalanx.

Face the cold with a smile and face life.

The winter I perceive is not winter, but a winter.

Meridian in the palm of your hand, a motor train heading for spring.

Modern Poetry in Winter 2 1 Winter in Red Gate

The days are very short.

The night is very long.

The row of persimmon trees in the barracks

Drop the last few leaves

The soldiers changed their autumn clothes into winter clothes.

In the winter of Red Gate

A sleepy morning

Can't stop the horn of getting up.

Cold weather

Soldiers can't be prevented from doing morning exercises.

It's freezing

The north wind is cold and the wind is cold.

Sun is a lazy child who is afraid of cold.

Always stay in a warm bed.

Get up slowly.

When the lazy sun

When you smile because of the cold

The fire engine with red flame has left the warehouse.

Neatly arranged in the police camp

The soldiers have long been ready for the battle.

Always ready to go through fire and water.

Winter in Red Gate

Cold training ground

Heavy winter clothes

Cann't wrap the soldier's vigorous posture

A biting north wind

bitter cold

Cold single parallel bars

Hard pipe water gun

Still not as good as

The soldier has a strong will.

In this cold and thin season

Being a recluse

While enjoying the warmth in the greenhouse.

Now is the season of frequent fires.

When the alarm goes off again and again.

The soldiers marched towards the police.

Be in a hurry than usual

Winter in Red Gate

The season has slowed down because of the cold.

The rhythm of soldiers' life

But still nervous.

Just because of the heavy responsibility on my shoulders.

Just because the mission in my heart is sacred.

Just because of the home I guarded for myself.

Warm and quiet winter