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The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

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The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

On the twenty-first day of the winter month, the snow met in the morning, the students of the second year of high school 2005 were excited, and the teachers and students appreciated it together, and then returned to the room to sit quietly and express their nostalgia. With a mixture of literary and linguistic, modern prose or modern poetry, different styles, unlimited thoughts, let the snowflakes fly, sprinkle with words, collect a number of small texts, in order to feed teachers and students.

Words and eyebrows or women are calm and gentle, or men are cheerful and straightforward, or contemplative philosophy, there are high ambitions, but also emotional self-qi, and so on. Suddenly, I thought about my study, and when I encountered snow, I didn't know what I liked. During the appreciation, the period of remembrance is like in front of you, the smell of snow, repeated chewing, beauty and beauty, happy and happy!

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

Pear blossom Li Jiayu

Snow in the south is so rare that on the morning of the sixteenth year of this world, the snow gently envelops the city in a delicate and gentle manner.

Snow, coming slower than rain, is more solemn than fog. It was cold, but the things that came to mind were round and warm, with burning fires, hot pots, a lit lamp, and plush clothes like snow.

Snow mixed with the flavor of the year sprinkled all over the earth, children's innocent eyes sparkling... Everything is under the snow.

Millions, thousands. In the old days, every piece of snow is a piece of paper full of stories, and they are endless poems.

All beings perish, all beings do not perish!

Greater

Snow

"Jianning. Winter Moon Twenty-Six Shocking Snow" Qiongjiao Jinghua

Yuan Siyi

Dawn is dark, it is the early winter of Jianning, and the weather is cold. Foreseeing the white leaves in the dark, why not? Look at it, it's amazing! This snow also, shout my mother to enjoy the snow together, surprised!

To the academy, the field is like a mirror, snowy, calm and boneless; rushing to my face, like rubble; on the hand of the hand, it is necessary, melting, and rejoicing.

Looking up at the snow, the snow presses the branches, the dead branches are not low, the sky is not fading, and the nostalgia is that in ancient times there was Yue Fei resisting gold, Zhou Yu burned Chibi, and cherished the heroes; now there are the founding of the country to save the people, reform the rich people, revive the strong people, and all are the pillars of the country.

Cha young, the wind is flourishing, why prick the snow and be afraid? He must first suffer his mind, work his body, and want to compete with the wind and snow, and in the following year, the great test of the war life, the title of the gold list.

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

Snow thoughts

Zhao Xiangrui

snow

It is a special gift brought by Heaven

The winter coat of the earth

Surprise people

It's happy

Hidden on the roof

Stand in the treetops

Exposed to the laughter of children

snow

It's a touch of winter

Take the old year away

Bring a new year

It's alive

From a sleeping smile

Footprints in the snow

My vision

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

Snow in search of winter

Zhou Siyu

The first snow at the end of the year came suddenly, and in the early morning, through the faint sky light and dim street lamps, I glimpsed the white of the clouds, which made me realize in a trance, as if this was winter.

A little joy that floated up from the bottom of my heart, like chocolate swallowed into my mouth, the unbuffered sweetness quickly swept through the dull mouth, occupied the excessive sleepiness, and lifted the spirit at once.

Nearly an hour's walk from home to school, the surrounding snow has changed from snow to snow, and the snow white of the eyes makes the heavens and the earth seem to be one.

The fine snow makes the wind chaotic, and the posture of throwing fire into the earth is not good, but I think it is beautiful, falling into the plump white under the eyes, and the scaleless is unbearable to be finger-stained.

When I arrived at school, I didn't expect that there was a thick blanket of snow on the umbrella, and it was as if it could shake out a winter.

I walked to the classroom with the wind and dust washed in the snow, and I inexplicably felt that my heart was extremely quiet.

The wind arched on the side of the road, and the heavy branches fell and sprinkled on the ground, but unfortunately people could not hold back, they were free, and sooner or later they would return to heaven from heaven, and in the near future they might turn into a ball of ganlin and come to the earth again, and their direction was clear.

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

Snow

Yuan Liangying

The land of snow, the forest of snow, the desert of snow.

Snow and silver came to earth,

Here the admiration is dedicated to the gods with laughter.

Dress up for the snow feast,

Snow as clothing, snow as decoration, snow as a footwear.

Purify the autumn of depression and dissolve the helpless winter

Remove the burden of deep pressure,

Remove the dust and greet with unstained purity.

Why is it different from the sky?

Only snow clad in silver.

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

December

Tang Rui

December

With the afterglow of autumn,

Enter the silvery early winter.

Snowflake after snowflake,

Like a beating note,

With the wind blowing,

Mixed with each other,

It's like playing a symphony that belongs only to winter.

Hula hula, hula hula,

Listen, it's the sound of winter

The first snow arrives, the poetry rises - 2005 class appreciation of snow poetry collection

Snow in the South

Wang Wenlong

At dawn, snow is first seen, and everything is wrapped in white clothes.

In the dream, the summer cicadas chirp, and the dream wakes up with snow.

It was not dawn, and it was time to go to the academy.

There was no one in the hall, so I thought alone.

Contributed by: Zhang Guanghua Weng Chongyang

Edit: Integrated Office

Review: Xu Chen Zhang Guanghua

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