Whether you are in school or in society, you have seen many classic poems, right, poems that are rhythmically distinct and organized, with a beautiful harmonic rhyme. Are you still looking for good classic poems? Here are the modern poems written about snowflakes that I have organized for you, just for reference.
Modern Poems About Snowflakes1Snowflakes
Snowflakes
are the goose feathers
that the cherubs tugged at their pillows
and shook down
and scattered all over the ground
Snowflakes
are the cotton wool that the sky mother
rents the earth
so that it can be a warm blanket
Snowflakes.
It's a gift from Santa Claus
Wishing every child and teenager a healthy and happy life
Modern Poetry about Snowflakes2Snowflakes
I haven't had time to pick you up
and gently put you in the pages of a book
You've already silently
been left to wither
And buried in the damp earth
Buried in the damp soil
Long gone
The winter sun
Scattered warmth all over the place
But how can I ever let go
To give you a token of my gratitude
Bent down
Trying to pick up the last crystal
Shoveling it up is a strand of inexplicable thoughts
In the gentle
In the gentle sunshine
The snowflakes passed away
That kind of
Serenity
Modern Poems About Snowflakes3Snowflakes
Who is it? In the cloudy sky
A long tear
Threw you down from the distant air
Who? Who dressed you up
so beautifully
Perhaps you didn't have time to appreciate it
before you jumped into your mother's arms
Who was it that made you look so beautiful
and so beautiful
and so beautiful
that you were so beautiful. Who forged your form
so perfect
One by one, crystal clear
One by one, flawless
I really don't know
Where the white snowflakes
came from
From the hands of a quasi-handler
Asking the winds and the clouds and the sky
They were silent
Only the earth, the vastness of the earth, and the sky, were silent
They were silent.
Only the vast earth spreads out its
wide and broad embrace
to welcome you
You fly on the sails of the wind
carefree in the sky
Even the places smaller than the tip of a needle
are unselfishly embellished
So the child laughs
And the grown-ups laugh, and the rivers and the mountains laugh, and the rivers laugh, and the people laugh.
But I always feel that you came a little late
Modern poem about snowflakes4
"Snowflakes"
Snowflakes"
A few of them landed on the waist of the trees
Listening to the two swallows who fell out of line
Whispering and embracing on the branches
Snowflakes"
A few of them drifted up to an ancient temple in the mountains
And I'm sure that you will find that you have a lot to offer. The old temples
The monks and the priests
All knocked on the wooden fish
The snowflakes floated
A few wandered to the cape of the wilderness
Sewing quilts on the rocks and weeds
Aiming at the chrysanthemums
The snowflakes floated
A few traveled with them in the boat and swung it to the south
The shepherds, the peasants, and the poor little ones
They found a place for the swallow that had fallen off the path, and a place where they could find a place for themselves.
Finding a home for the winter cats
Snowflakes
A few fell on the tresses of the mother's hair
White roofs, fences and bridges
Smiles on the wrinkled edges
Snowflakes
Thousands of snowflakes are still in the air
Two rows of red fuji are running towards the
sunshine.
A modern poem about snowflakes5
"I miss the days of snowflakes"
The silence remains unchanged
There is the sound of snow falling
A light brush on the forehead
Slightly cooler
Those unmarked sadnesses and joys
Gradually, they become whiter and whiter in the clarity
Warmth can change its face.
In nostalgia
I can laugh
I can cry
And I can fly
Thoughts are birds with wings
I go far away in my dreams
Just to find a figure
The nostalgia is tired of walking in the time of nostalgia
It makes me sad
But the days are new
But the days are new. The days are new
Strange
I don't know where they come from
Modern Poetry About Snowflakes6If I Were a Snowflake
If I were a snowflake
Fluttering in the air
I'd be sure to know where I was going... -
If I were a snowflake
I'd be sure to know where I was going... -
If I were a snowflake
I'd be sure to know where I was going...
Soaring, soaring, soaring-
There is a direction for me on the ground.
Not to the cold and lonely valleys,
Not to the bleak foothills,
Nor to the deserted streets of despondency--
Fly, fly, fly--
You see, I have my direction! I've got my own direction!
Flying in the mid-air,
Recognizing the secluded dwelling place,
Waiting for her to come to visit in the garden-
Flying, flying, flying-
Ah, she has the fragrance of vermillion plums!
At that time, by virtue of my lightness,
I dabbled in her lapel,
and drew close to her soft heart,
and dissolved, dissolved, dissolved,
into her soft heart,
and dissolved into her soft heart,
and dissolved into her soft heart,
and dissolved into her soft heart,
and dissolved into her soft heart. The soft waves of her heart
Modern poems about snowflakes7"Mom's Snowflake"
I dreamt that I had become a snowflake,
happily dashing through the clouds,
and I saw a young girl,
beating the roots of the creeping grasses in the wilderness.
Youth overflowed her whole body,
and the sunshine filled her cheeks.
This beautiful maiden,
was my mother before I was born.
I dreamt that I turned into a snowflake,
happily dashing through the clouds,
and I saw a young woman,
picking the black mud that fertilized the fields in the production team.
Her shoulders were hot from the weight of the burden,
and sweat ran down her cheeks.
This hard-working woman,
was my young mother.
I dreamt that I turned into a snowflake,
and flew to my hometown to see my aged mother.
I saw her collapsed on the sofa struggling in pain,
and her silver hair messed up her cheeks.
I rushed to pull her,
but I melted in her hands,
I woke up to a call that my mom was sick.
I dreamt that I turned into a snowflake,
I went home to see my aged mom with my sickness,
I saw her on her knees praying,
Asking Jesus to bless her four children.
As she cried, she crossed herself on her chest,
Tears streamed down her cheeks,
I threw myself at my mother's feet,
I melted at her feet.
I recovered and came home after my surgery,
I must see more of my dear mom.
Mother, dear mother,
I am sometimes your fourth child,
I am sometimes a snowflake.
Modern poems about snowflakes8"Snowflake, You Come Softly"
The boundless `sky
The cold wind whooshes
Trying to tear all the goodness apart
The leaves are adorned with droplets of raindrops
The swaying branches are still once again vigorous green
Blinking their green eyes, they look out of the window
Inside the window, the The eyes are looking at you with deep affection
2016, the first month of the year
Snow, you've come gently
Elf-like silhouettes
In the air
Elegantly
Gazing at the sky
You're dancing with thousands of colors
Drawing graceful arcs as you float
Blinking your eyes
You're shedding crystal tears on the leaves
You're blending the leaves with the tears of your eyes.
The white snowflakes, you came gently
To my home, the home of the heart
In the vast air, you floated gently
In the arms of the earth, but there was no white flower of your fall!
You came quietly
Why did you melt with tears?
Is it the beloved one, who has made you sad again?
Snowflake, don't be sad
Please come to my arms
Let me accompany you to the end of the world in style! ......
Modern poems about snowflakes9"The Same Snowflake"
In the winter, I see snowflakes
In my dreams, flowers open beside the bed, moist as shower gel
On the withered boughs, the flowers blossom
So brightly that they swell with the thousands of blood that are no longer in the bloodstream
I hear the rising of the blood.
I could hear the creaking of the rising blood
I knew that there was still youthful life in its last moments to burst
So burst it did, and the flower instantly crushed the erupting strip of paper to the waist
Without a struggle, without a groan
It fell to the ground, and then into the snow
The flower really did burst into bloom
It was so white it was dazzling to the eye, and people put on sunglasses but couldn't see it. People wear sunglasses but can't see the passion
Snowflakes are for the vibrant spring
Eyes that have long been addicted to the warmth of the sun, no longer have the urge to
The dead branches are stepped on, making a final sound
Then it rolls down into a few pieces
Snowflakes are followed by the body
It is impossible to see the cleanliness, but the black dirt is already there. What you can see is the black dirt that has melted into your bloodstream
The flower taps on the maiden's pulse
And the maiden gets horny
Her eyes open to the dying of the last night's moan
It's the beginning of her youth, and it's the funeral of the snowflake
The snowflake is in full bloom
The sun comes out
And in the distance, there is a morning clock
I don't know what it is that's ringing. p> I don't know what it was, but the sound came over
but it turned out to be more and more blurred
Modern Poetry About Snowflakes 10"With the Dancing Snowflakes"
I don't know how, but I suddenly
felt that there was a snowflake in front of my eyes
it was a tear I shed in Delingha
with a piece of pure and deep feelings
from the distant heavenly palace. The distant heavenly palace. With them
not to talk about the people left or did not leave the tea on the cold thing
only want and a kind of attachment, a kind of shoulder edge
and passing share of the distance
to communicate with each other's hearts
those little elves
as if wearing the dress of the Snow White
the snowflakes of the knot of a period of earthly destiny
with a flower bloom time
the snowflakes of a period of time
the snowflakes of a period of earthly destiny
Very light, very beautiful, very gentle
Snowflakes, all have their own souls
No false reality
There is a crack in the life so that the sun can come in
Understanding, is the most beautiful edge of life -
One, two, three
A kind of longing
will not have too much sadness
The warmth of love, a trace
can melt a cold heart
Even if you think about the roadside
scenery, there will be a beauty in the eyes of the spring waves
The life of the road to the meeting and parting of the ah
can also become the life of the rolled up and opened
Together with the dancing snowflakes
I also think of next year's spring in Xining
Standing in the flowers and looking out
In the green forests in the distance, there will be
bird after bird, fluttering
Cocking their tails, full of white affection
A landscape that will become more beautiful because of the snowflakes in the sky
The snowflakes will make the landscape more beautiful.
Dancing in the square, swinging upwards with open arms
The soul approaches the blue sky in the posture of a bird
A hand reaches out and touches the smiling clouds
What I want is to be so spontaneous
The soul of a bird is in the posture of a bird.