Weather code 202 1. 10.8

People all like snow. The arrival of snow has changed the monotony, dreariness and dreariness of winter, and the world is fresh, smart and full of romance and joy.

Perhaps because I was born in a cold winter, I like snow very much. I often say: no snow is not winter, no poetry is ashamed of snow.

Thirty years ago, in the twelfth lunar month, in the classroom of a new teaching building in a township junior middle school, I sat on a stool and watched dozens of older children wearing various cotton-padded clothes to do the final papers. The world was silent and the sky was gloomy. Bored, I lit a cigarette and started smoking-smoking was not strictly prohibited at that time, and no students reported it. Tearing off half of it, I turned around and saw the snow falling outside. As if by some strange coincidence, a sentence popped up in my mind: the sky is a big round cigarette butt. So there was a poem called Snow.

At that time, I just turned 2 1 year-old (or I may not have turned 2 1 year-old).

Thirty years later, one evening near the twelfth lunar month, I took a walk in the vast campus of County No.1 Middle School. When the sun sets, the world is at peace. A wild magpie suddenly flew from the bare paulownia branch. Several students walked by talking and laughing. By the roadside, beside the flower beds, the snow that has not melted is messy. As if it were some strange coincidence, a sentence popped up in my mind: countless whites were broken all over the floor. So there was the song "Dusk after Snow".

At this time, I have been away for 5 1 a few days and have given up smoking 1 1 a year and a half.

About four or five miles southwest of the campus of County No.1 Middle School is the township junior middle school of that year-it has long been abandoned and dense.

Life is a circle. It's just that there is always a gap that makes the invisible ghost sacred and unpredictable.

For 30 years, from youth to hoary head, it snowed for half a lifetime and never melted. Concentrated in the following poems, the style is mixed, the length is scattered, and the meter is rough.

The length of heaven and earth is just a drop in the ocean. These little joys and sorrows are really not enough. However, it is not just a broom, but there is a beating heart in these words after all. Perhaps, there will be a sentence or a song or two that will suddenly make you meet someone in the past.

This is a sequence. 65438+20221October 24th, 22nd of the twelfth lunar month, Office of No.1 Middle School, Old North Building.

1. Snow

The sky is a big round cigarette butt.

Space: transcendence

There is a giant sucking it.

Keep bouncing

White soot

therefore

There is a landscape between heaven and earth.

Very anxious/worried

And gentle.

About 1992 1 month

2. hope snow

The winter in 1995 is a typical warm winter, and there is no rain or snow from winter to New Year's Day. At that time, the weather was dry and colds prevailed. When I lost my bike on the second day of the Lunar New Year, I deeply felt that there were viruses not only in the air, but also in society and humanity: I wrote this poem.

Deep winter and severe winter without snow

No clouds, north wind

Cold becomes tacky.

Sunshine becomes mediocre.

The season masquerades as spring.

Cheat me of my peace of mind

These trees are bare and cracked.

But the root will never wake up.

Why is today like yesterday?

Why are the months the same?

Why is it always reincarnation?

Why is it always expected?

The next snow-

I need nutrition.

I pray for an agility.

Dance in the universe.

Purify the world!

1996. 1.3

It will snow on New Year's Eve.

snowflake

Floating from such a distant place.

Fall into the boundless New Year's Eve.

Countless families

Light a lamp and set off firecrackers

Welcome her.

Old people and children

Become young in your dreams.

And young people

Chasing her all the time.

Fly to spring

At zero o'clock on New Year's Eve in 2004.

4. Snowy nights lead to snow

You have been wandering like this since ancient times.

Cloudy skies indulge your dancing.

How boring winter is without you.

What a boring world without you.

Finally, you came.

Let countless expectations smile.

Let all the mediocrity suddenly escape

At this time, the wind hides because you are the protagonist.

Don't sing at this time, because you are hugging.

Every wilderness whispers on its back.

Every house is quietly praying.

Countless eyes are as still as water.

Swing like countless warm dreams.

Looking at the horizon, my thoughts are surging.

Trembling lines burn silently to you.

When the lights went out, darkness enveloped them.

The soul flapped its wings

Welcome to the dawn of the universe

Friday, 2005. 12.30, Xiaoxue.

5. Singing Snow (Poetry on the same topic for teachers and students)

Title: Liu Hongliang

Sheng: divination operator

The northland dances and flowers fly, and the crowds compete and show.

Fluttering like a feather, only clear into the sleeve.

Xiao Lai is full of flowers. Who are you talking to?

The red makeup is enchanting and the countryside is picturesque.

Teacher:

The crystal spirit of water is condensed and cold, floating lightly and dancing down the earth.

The world is rugged and filthy. How clean can your face be?

About 2007. 1

6.snowflakes

Snowflakes in winter

Piaopiaosa

Sunny days melt into water.

Spring comes to moisten the green shoots.

Snowflakes of the years

Fall into my temple.

Dew condensation is more common on sunny days.

What is wind and rain?

2009.11.12. Morning

7. Confessions of Snowflakes

Are you a descendant of ciel?

Born from the dark clouds

mild

Gently, gently

fail

I dance when there is wind.

Surrounded by a white flower.

I am more carefree without the wind.

I wonder what time it is.

Don't think about where it ends.

mild

Gently, gently

Fall to your side

I know the silence in the sky

I broke the silence.

Whether you accept it or not.

I don't care about happiness.

Never sad.

2009. 1. 18 night

8. Rain and snow Lantern Festival

Rain and snow are far away, and thunder shakes the snake dragon.

Thousands of villages are silent for a while, and the lights are gradually bright.

Who is drunk and dreamy, Xun Mei is a red.

I also know that Dong Jun is full of health, so why not be afraid of mountains?

20 10.2.28 night (first month 15)

9. Sand

sand

God plays the first snowflake

rustle

The wind blew away the last leaf.

descend

The girl walked at a brisk pace.

Falling

In the dream, you smile and don't talk.

Shashasha

20 1 1. 1 1.30 16:5 1

10. Subtract magnolia

-65438+February 65438+Matters needing attention for snow and power failure at night in March

The sky was low and the clouds were dark, and snowflakes fell in the yard.

There was no light all night, and there was a song on the second floor.

Laugh, how deep is the friendship?

Teachers and students laugh and wait for the spring tide to roll in.

Friday night 2012.12.14

1 1. You said you like snow.

-Dedicated to all those who love snow.

You said you didn't like winter.

I don't like darkness.

That cold

You said you like snow.

Like that piece of silvery white.

That's crystal clear.

You said you like walking in the snow.

There are countless elves flying around.

You said you liked to see your footprints.

One by one was buried by heavy snow.

One after another was born in the snow.

You said you like writing on the snow.

Write down a mysterious name

You said only snowflakes can understand.

Only snowflakes accompany you to pursue.

Those shining eyes

You said you began to like winter.

You should collect a piece of snow.

You must have a sweet dream.

You said to wait for the dream to wake up.

You can see green trees.

You can bathe in the warm wind.

Thursday, 20 12. 12.20, 23: 30

12. He Yuhua

Original poem

Look at yourself. Who am I? Fate was destroyed by the world of mortals.

The scenery in the snowy northland is good, but where can I enjoy plum blossoms?

20 13. 1.2 1, 18: 27.

Write a poem as an answer

Who am I after China entered Mo Wen? This has become a resounding call.

Looking at the bright future, keep a plum in your heart.

20 13. 1.2 1, 18:44

13+03 New Year's Eve

Outside the sky, snakes are flying in the sky.

Firecrackers are ringing in urban and rural areas, and the fields are covered with snow.

Cup and plate say home country, vertical and horizontal theory of rise and fall.

Wait for the east wind to blow a hundred flowers.

20 13.2.9 (29th of the twelfth lunar month)

14.4 19 Ode to Snow.

-He Yuhua and Jianmin

Nothing in the world can reach the god of spring,

The demon is red, the emerald is green, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Snow in the sky awakens drunken dreams,

Spring changes people and warns people.

20 13.4.24, Wednesday, 19: 35

Attached:

Rain flower poetry

The snow kept falling,

For whom does heaven tie white flowers?

Ya' an restless?

Both yin and yang are lost!

20 13.4.22,08:50

Jianmin's poems

The lonely east wind annoyed Cui Hua,

Blow the remaining red powder to the end of the world.

Di Qing felt sorry for his old age.

Nine heavy flying snow sacrifices peach blossoms.

20 13.4.24, 12:30

15. Deng Xue

1

The snow in North America is long, and the water in England is surging.

The hot sun bakes Brazil, and the warm winter covers Shunyao.

It's foggy in the morning, and dreams bloom at night.

The people cough for a long time, and the tiger fights for the day.

* * * May the clouds be thick and the illness disappear at the same time.

Laugh and watch the jade dragon dance, and make a toast.

20 14. 1.6, Monday night

1 belongs to Yuhua, whose original poem is as follows:

Once the snow locked Jiangnan, and then shocked Wenchuan.

The twelfth month is still warm, and the order is that it is not cold in severe winter. (The son hit the nail on the head after hearing this: This is a word copied from Wang Bo! -he hasn't learned it yet, but after reading preface to Wang Teng-ting, he has the impression that "the preface in September belongs to Sanqiu". )

I have generally read the theory of cosmic coordination and know a little about the induction of heaven and earth.

I'm worried about mood swings, and I'm also afraid that the disaster will start next year. (To son: This guy can't expect good things! Hehe)

2

When winter comes, you wait for a snow.

But every snow falls far away.

Dancing in the birch forest in Xing 'an Mountains.

Looking up at the sun on Mount Everest

Whistle on the American highway

Blink in the TV news

There are thousands of customs in Baidu pictures.

Around you

The sun is like a rambling old lady.

The heating is tepid.

Birds sing the same love song.

Cell phones are killing power.

You cough on sleepless nights.

I struggled to finish writing this poem.

20 14. 1.8, Laba, Wednesday night

16. Huanxisha

The winter is deep and the day is warm, and the spring is beautiful.

The fog is thick and fuzzy in the morning.

Where can I find the meaning of cloud love snow?

Jade chips fly, the breeze is drunk.

Roses are black and fragrant.

Looking back at this time is also true.

2014.1.19 (la19), am

17. Brother He Jianmin

Original poem:

Ice melt water rushes to spring and autumn, and wine is placed in the old building.

Leng Yun desert half a month, smoke curled up.

Snow powder all over the sky, a hundred years of dreams lie clean.

Today, I will sweep away the haze and get drunk with you!

Back off:

Enjoy a night in Chun Xue and read a good poem today.

Poetry and snow set each other off. How many people are stupid in the world? !

20 14.2.6, Thursday

18. Xiaoxue

Minor Snow

A slight wind

Sigh one after another

White fireflies one after another.

Where is spring?

You can't see the shadow.

I can't find it.

Dream for a while

Do you have me?

There is also a colorful rainbow.

20 14.2. 19

19. Youth Travel Year Wine

The village wine magnate shook his shadow,

Snowflakes are fluttering on the way home.

Childhood playmates,

An old friend of mine,

It's hard to get rid of the nagging problem.

This year's reunion is more mellow.

It is late at night when I am awake.

Frost hit the temple,

Rain hits my heart,

There is no arrogance of teenagers.

20 15.2.22 (the fourth day of the first month) in the evening

20. The first snow in winter

Like snow, angry and crazy about the wind,

Where are the fragrant petals in Xun Mei?

Bare branches and dead leaves can't be covered up,

You must stay in bed to find miracles.

20 15. 1 1.26

2 1. The story of Si Nuo and others.

Snow stories always burn.

And it only belongs to winter.

I talked in the dark countryside.

In the square of the city.

Sea said.

Sharks were in love at that time.

When speaking on the equator

We are all old.

The fire in the snow is still burning.

The story of rain is much more common.

But faintly shining with tears.

The bubble of the past burst and burst.

The impatient thunder roared over and over again.

When lightning is about to end everything

There are still birds flying in the sky.

We are all at home.

Listen to the whispers of plants outside the window.

Falling in a dream is colorful.

The story of fog is the most boring

Nothing more than getting lost

Or go astray

The street lamp is old and dark.

Trees trip.

We met another self.

When the sun unveils the mystery

The world remains the same.

The room was filled with damp laughter.

As for the gloomy story

Let's talk about it in a few years.

Lit the fallen leaves on a snowy day.

Pour wine in rainy days

Or draw curtains in foggy weather.

Sunny days are best.

Let's talk about the absurdity of that year.

Let naive children and stars

Open your eyes together in surprise.

20 15. 12.24 night, Christmas Eve, smog.

22. Qingpingle

At the end of the year,

Snow intruded into the temple.

I hate it all my life,

Ask questions in the middle of the night

The new sky outside the window ushered in the dawn.

Look at the world like smoke.

Do what you want,

The spring breeze was silent.

20 16. 1.3

23. cut plums

After the snow cleared, I didn't feel cold.

Beaded curtains,

And send the fleeting time.

If you want to be elegant,

Meditate for a long time,

How can you play?

There is so much leisure in life.

Injure the waist fibers,

You are hesitating to take care of yourself.

Hate is like a silkworm.

Draw a sword and cut off water,

Still in the brow.

20 16. 1.7， 15: 23 pm

24.Linjiang County

When the wind comes and the snow is thin,

Sit down and have a cup of green tea.

Looking at crows in the cold forest from a distance.

There are many reeds by the pond.

Where can I find plum blossoms?

How many fogs are there in my life,

With a faint sunset glow.

Who remembers the past with Jinse?

In the dream, the mountain is far away,

Leng Yue oblique branch.

20 16. 1. 17

25. What floats in the snow is memory.

snow

What floats is memory.

What is left behind is gone.

memory

see you again

miss

So warm

Every snowflake

Everyone has a longing for spring.

The snow is boundless

Covering all the sorrows in the world

When the sun rises

When spring comes.

Blend together

in one's deep soul

20 16. 1.22

26. Fifteen nights in B.

In snowy winter, a bright moon counts the stars.

Cold forest is like washing eyes, and everything is like a song.

Who got drunk at the party? The fog cleared and I walked alone.

In my dream, I vaguely know the old saying that I won't stand the spring breeze.

2016 65438+1October 24th, La 15 nights.

27. First snow

Xiaoxiao child bride

Slipped away last night

The edge of dreams

Blurred tears

A white flower on the sideburns.

In the howling wind

Drift away quickly

20 16. 1 1.22

28. Meditation (and Yi Xian Zhai You)

Crying at the cold window is a little cold, and the trees are depressed.

It's hard to see the sky is blue every day, and it's leisurely from the haze and fog every night.

Green mountains and green waters know when, who is the oriole beside?

Remembering the snow in the sky reflecting the moon, wintersweet is particularly fragrant in my dream.

20 17. 1. 17

29. Spring snow

How sad it is to come from far away and stumble in the long wind.

A faint expression of cloud meaning, rustling sound of nature.

Xin Lei didn't dare to steal a look, but Lao Gen was more silent.

Have a glass of wine all over the river, thinking about the expenses of the whole city.

20 17.2.2 1

30. Mother's Snow

When I'm white-haired

Mother has grown white hair.

Now, my white hair

This is an autumn reed.

Day and night, resist the autumn wind of fate.

Mother's white hair

It is the snowflake of the years.

Fall, condense and pile up into snow-capped mountains.

No matter far or near.

Will be fixed to safety and warmth.

Yes, snow has been warm since childhood.

She makes cotton-padded jackets, trousers and shoes by stitch.

Let me run freely in winter.

Let my soul go out quietly on a snowy night.

Although, there have been countless cold currents coming and going.

But mom, I'm not frozen after all.

Just because every time I see you,

Seeing your warm eyes

I will melt little by little.

20 17.5. 13, Mother's Day, Saturday night.

3 1. Silence

-Remember the first snow in the winter of 17 and mourn Mr. Yu Guangzhong.

I said the silence in the sky is blue.

You said that the dark clouds had hurried across the hillside.

I said the silence at night is black.

You said that light waves flashed in the eyes of the stars.

I said the silence in winter is gray.

You said the snowflakes had begun to whisper.

I said that the silence of homesickness is colorless, just like this glass of wine in front of me.

You said the poet died, heaven

There is a long elegy

2017.12.14, Thursday night.

32. Snow poverty (this poem comes from the words of snow on the peninsula written by Shaanxi poets)

The sky lacks snow.

Under the scanning of the sun, it is a trembling blue.

The distant mountain is suffering from a snowstorm.

Yellow-faced vegetation, grab the skirt of the wind.

People are poor in snow.

Take poetry pills and shrink them into capsules.

I have snow poverty, too.

Silence, waiting for spring to turn green.

20 18. 1.24, Wednesday

33. Snow scene

Take advantage of the night

Those elves who died young

Came quietly.

Sprinkle one after another

Trivial, sad, beautiful

The past has returned to the world.

The wheels are careful.

tread lightly

The words written by lovers are pure.

in the dark

Fall on my eyelids and cry

Come on, melt with my heart

What fell on me?

Go with me.

Let's go and find it together.

The warmest destination

2018.1.27 (No.la11) at night.

34. Twelve songs of the twelfth lunar month

The cold branches are oblique and noisy,

Leng Yue semicircle reflects the sunset glow.

Until the ice and snow,

My home is in the bright window.

Black and white disappeared one by one,

What's its name, small profits but quick turnover, energy geometry?

I've been too lazy to look back for the rest of my life,

A dream rises and falls with the passing waves.

20 18. 1.29, Monday night

35. Untitled

Walking in the cold wind,

Chun Xue fell.

Looking back,

A little carmine.

20 18.2.20, the fifth day of the first month

36. Snow is coming

Tall and thick

The dark wall stands in the sky.

Birds can't fly

The wind can't blow over.

Suddenly, the wall moved slowly.

Countless paratroopers in white mourning jumped down.

People look up

Moist eyes

20 18. 12.20 Thursday 16:57

37. A snowflake falls on the Yellow River.

a snowflake

Little snowflake.

Escape from dark clouds and gloomy faces

With the relaxation and joy of the festival

soft

Fall on the Yellow River

Viscous yellow river water

The temperature has dropped a little.

The apex of the heart trembled.

Oh, spring.

It's coming.

20 19.2.2 1 Thursday, the afternoon of the 17th day of the first month.

38. Snow in the distance

It fell much at this time.

It's dust, it's notes, or something someone said.

But not snow. Snow is far away.

On the horizon, a cloud is holding the hand of the wind.

Beyond the horizon, a lake is spreading its wings.

Yes, it has snowed in the distance.

She will remain in our memory for a long time.

Will appear on the edge of the dream.

At that time, the whole sky was spinning.

They are all resurrected flowers.

20: 08 20 p.m.19.11.27

39. Recall the snow

The first white, when she came out of the haze and went to the world.

Nobody saw it.

Thousands of white flowers covered the ancient road and melted into the river and sea.

Has anyone ever been surprised?

Throw it out of the child's hand, Joey.

Hit another child accurately

In whose hands, become a person who can't walk.

Dumb on the side of the road, lonely for life?

Who will be like me?

See it in the white flowers.

Meet pear flowers and leave reeds?

In the dark, when my throat can't stand hunger and thirst.

Grab a handful and put it in your mouth.

Full is salty.

20 19. 12.4 Wednesday night at 23:03.

40.in the snow

White flying all over the sky

A large area of land is really clean.

An ant that can't freeze to death.

Moving doesn't change that.

black

2020. 1.7 (13th day of the twelfth lunar month) Tuesday afternoon, snowstorm.

4 1. Snow in the future

When they float slowly from the sky

We will also rise slowly and slowly

When we meet in the air, we can find the eyes of our dreams.

Hug, hold hands and fly to another planet.

Poetic language prevails there.

When the dance moves, flowers bloom and music rings.

They, they, are us.

We, that's them

Name, place of origin, identity ... no need to mark.

So let's continue to practice flying patiently.

Look, their preparations have been gradually completed.

2021.10.21Thursday 7: 00 am13

42. Thunder in the snow

A cup of tea, a pot of wine and a long letter.

Calm down at this time:

Snow covered with wind has rushed to the front.

Returning to the original tree, there is still a deep connection.

The branches are getting whiter and whiter.

It's countless past events.

Like midsummer, thunder comes suddenly.

Birds in the nest look at the sky and roads on the earth.

The echo is long, in a pair of black eyes.

Round and round

2021.1.7 On Sunday in beginning of winter, thunder was heard twice in heavy snow in the morning.

43. Examples and poetic images

A snow has been lurking in the forest.

The leaves are still hanging on the branches as usual.

You don't know.

They don't know each other.

Which piece, when, began to fall?

A crescent moon suddenly lit up and the light was clear.

I left, half a year, and one day was in a hurry.

Slowly precipitate in the body

Follow closely as always.

The fog in the distance was pulled into a wall.

A few faces are as erratic as snowflakes.

A crescent moon suddenly shines, opening the dilemma.

2021.11.09 Tuesday night

44. On a snowy day, I heard that American diplomacy boycotted the Winter Olympics.

In the ugly winter, thunder rumbles, goose feathers fly and the branches are fat.

Today is sunny, sunny, and there are no flying flowers.

The world is changing, and the mountains in China are complacent.

Next year, Silver Lake will scream in spring, which must be my glory.

202 1. 12.7 pm 17: 46

45. Dusk after snow

Dawn will be filled with boundless silence.

And noisy lights.

Wait patiently for this dusk.

At this point, Feitian has fallen at his feet.

I tightened my collar more than once.

An arc on the body

Wandering, winding, backtracking

In the messy sunshine

Red girl came running with a smile.

The foam of time, bright lips

Looking up, the air is full of blue eyes.

The silence on the branch suddenly flew up.

The north wind is playing with a dagger and wandering.

Countless white, broken all over the floor.

202 1. 12.24 Friday afternoon 16: 50.