Snow Dance Modern Poetry

Snow Dance Modern Poetry 1

Friends, you look forward to the eyes, I see; you call the voice, I hear. I'm so grateful to you for your love, I can't return the favor, so I'll let the snowflake I've encountered dance a song. Let's accompany her dance and listen to the bells of the new year together.

Guangzhou snow

A rare occurrence. On this day

Haters shake hands and make peace

Adults become children

This dancing elf is sought after

The whole city is stirred up

It's even better if it doesn't melt on the ground

Guizhou snow

It will omit the illusion of the body shape

Rain in the sky, and ice when it falls to the ground

Nine curves of the bridge and tunnel Road

Walking on the ice

Tens of thousands of years of green mountains are dyed by the snow

The look is still young

Decades of houses are not dyed

All the heads are white

Snow in Jiangsu and Zhejiang

Petals of the heavenly maiden

Sometimes to do the dance of the Goddess of Freedom

Sometimes for the horse that is out of the reins

Racing to the earth.

A mother moved to tears

A beautiful woman with a crystal heart

Pulling a white veil to cover the scars of history

A blurred vision

It's not just the sun and the warm winds that want to see through the veil

An aesthetic eye is weary of looking at what's hidden behind the Mona Lisa's smile

What's hidden behind the Mona Lisa's smile

What's hidden behind the Mona Lisa's smile? What

Snow in Hunan

Words made of alabaster

Words as pompous as lies

Covering up the lushness and the

Dirty colors

The truth will always stubbornly reveal itself

It's time to remove the bloat

And let the green be eternal

Snow in Hebei

Who is it that plays cotton wool in the sky? Who pops cotton in the sky

The quilt is white and fluffy

The sea is still blue

But where is the road?

It melts and melts and melts

Hail freezes on the night road

Like a terrible mange

The car shivers

One mistake and it's there

Waiting to be rescued

The snow in the Liaoning province

Instead of water in the past life it was white bones

Crushed into powder.

When the wind blows, it becomes dust

The road is ground into a mirror

A knife, as thin as a cicada's wing

Into the bone, into the marrow

As soon as the wind from the pass peeks in

Cattle come out of their pens

To nibble at the dry gold

The wilderness is no longer alone

A cold, tense face is soothed

The wind is soft and gentle.

Peaceful, soft, still

Harbin snow

White solitude

Is the cleanliness we want

The mood is deep and far-reaching

And what comes out is something hard

With sharp thorns

The arrogance of the world

Underneath the surface of the near-death

There is a silent gold of nurturing.

The softness on the outside and the coldness on the inside are rich

The gold of the sunlight is sucked in but the sound of the water cannot be produced

The only thing that speaks is the chimney

The warmth of the fairy tale cottage is diffused into the air

The beauty of the Songhua River is also beautiful even when it is chained

The world can be presented any way it wants to be

This kind of Sleeping silence

Explaining the great beauty without words

Snow Dance Modern Poetry 2

The night is long, the thought is small, remembering the Irena, the mountain flowers are full of rotten.

The sky is unkind, the flower is easy to thank, empty in the silence, falling apart.

How can this love be embarrassing, only sad tears .......

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Snow, with the wind, flying in the sky, the dance intoxicated heaven and earth;

Wind, with the snow, wantonly Mercedes-Benz, the speed of frightening the immortal gods and goddesses.

The snowflakes in the sky and the earth, the cold wind in the sky and the earth;

The wind sings for the snow accompanied by the wind, the snow for the wind to dance gracefully;

The wind is fast and slow, the snow on and off;

The wind seems to be in the confession, the snow seems to be in the snuggle and also in the pettiness;

The air exudes a quiet and peaceful, the air flows with the love of the twining;

The wind is the only thing that makes me feel good, I'm not sure if it is the only thing that I want.

The vow will be changed; the lingering will be tired.

One day, the snow fell on the branches of the tree,

The snow said to the wind, "Let's stay here, okay?

The wind looked thoughtfully into the distance and said: I can not stay,

The snow some do not believe what they heard, and asked: also can not stay for me?

The wind answered with some hesitation: "No, I cannot.

Snow is still longing to ask again: really can not stay for me?

The wind this time very dry answer: can not.

Snow held back the tears that were about to come to his eyes and said lightly: Oh!

The wind complex gazed at the snow: want to speak, and finally chose to be silent

Thus, each other stared ......

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet everything seems to stop breathing;

Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet everything seems to be frozen.

Time was forgotten in the gaze,

Space was frozen in the gaze.

I don't know how long it took,

The snowflakes fluttering in the air began to stop,

Slowly, slowly, falling on the branches of the trees, blades of grass, roofs, creeks,

The snowflakes magically draped the earth in a white, flawless white coat,

At last, the snow broke the silence.

The snow said calmly, "Can you take me dancing again?

The wind, if awakened from a thousand years of slumber,

The wind was very calmly answered: a .......

Suddenly, there was a fierce wind in the sky and earth, and snowflakes danced about.

Like each other the last embrace, the last kiss;

Like each other the last passion, the last lingering.

I am not the wind, I don't know what the wind says;

I am not the snow, I don't know what the snow says.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe I'm tired.

The wind is getting smaller and smaller, and the snow is still dancing in the air.

The wind is finally gone.

Dancing alone in the air exudes a trace of sadness,

Snow eerily with gravity, looking at the back of the wind far away alone scattered,

The sky is long, sometimes end, this hate endless.

Finally, the snow turned itself into water to moisturize everything .....

Perhaps she wanted to say in the end: love does not have to be owned, letting go is the true meaning of love.

Letting go is the return of spring to the earth, letting go is the gurgling of the stream;

Letting go is not knowing who cuts out the fine leaves, and the February spring breeze is like scissors;

Letting go is the spring breeze is green again on the banks of the river south.

Afterword:

The wind has no direction, and will not stay for anyone, the wind itself does not know where the road is tomorrow.

I don't care how long it lasts, I just care that I had it, and maybe it's the last thing the wind wants to say to the snow.

The world knows that the wind is the flow of the wind, but also the dashing;

However, the world is not the wind, and how to know the wind thought, maybe it really `love, maybe it really hurt.

Ask the world what love is, and teach the wind to die of love.

Snow Dance Modern Poetry 3

"Snowflakes Dance, I Pray for Spring"

Autumn Strider Garden

Drifting snowflakes fall down in front of you;

A sky full of white covers the world,

You're speaking in a bleak way,

Autumn's dissociation, winter's romance.

The sound of the wind,

is in the fingertips of the strings,

the strings and fingertips of the strings are flowing with vocal music,

tumbling and changing.

The strings are quietly tied to my letterhead,

Playing the winter rhythm, depression and piercing majesty?

Sending the arrival of spring, and the wind,

Bright spring light in my heart.

Relentless years quietly in the change,

Canyon destroyed the face of the middle-aged,

I shouted in the cold wind in the spring.

From then on, my heart is not in a daze,

with the music that you play,

heart surge,

my soul and your melody together

curls and swirls.

My eyes shine with the light of my

hope,

and I am in the midst of the mingling of wind and snow,

longing for the siren call of spring.

From now on, day and night,

In the midst of time, I forced myself to be happy,

I waited, year after year,

The years stepped on my shoulders.

Let the seasons change relentlessly

The spring flowers are still in full bloom

Did my soul and shadow return to the spring?

Let the soul pray in the cold wind,

Praying that I meet the spring again,

Lighting up the spring with my hot bosom.

December 7, 20xx

Snow Dance Modern Poetry 4

I don't know how, suddenly

I feel that there will be a snowflake in front of my eyes

It is a tear that I shed in Delingha

With a piece of pure and deep love

Floating from the distant heavenly palace. With them

not to talk about people go or did not go tea on the cold thing

only want and a kind of attachment, a kind of shoulder edge

and pass by the share of the distance

to communicate with each other's hearts

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those little elves

as if wearing the dress of Snow White

these knot a piece of earthly destiny of the snowflakes

the first time, I was in the middle of the night.

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Very light, very beautiful, very gentle

Snowflakes have their own souls

There is no false reality

The sun can only come in when there is a crack in the life

Understanding is the most beautiful destiny in life -

The most beautiful destiny in life is to be able to understand.

One, two, three, the sky is full of them

With them, there is joy in each other

The distance between them is like a touching white butterfly fluttering in the sky

In the simplicity of it, there is a song from the sea of the heart

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A touch of realization in the surplus

A lamp in the myriad of crystals.

A light

A little bit of warmth

In the red dust, there is a kind of longing

There will not be too much sadness

The warmth of love, a ray

Can melt a cold heart

Even if you think about the roadside

Landscape, eyes will be full of beauty

The roadside of the life of the people, the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the people of the world.

The meeting and parting on the road of life

can also become the scenery of life rolled up and spread out

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With the dancing snowflakes

I also think of the spring of next year in Xining

Standing in the flowers and looking out

In the green forest in the distance, there will be

One after another small bird, the bird of prey

The bird of prey

The bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, and the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey, the bird of prey.