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"Snow" (Nanyang Old Cadre University Writing Class Winter Camp Showcase 112) Author: Jiao Yong

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Author: Jiao Yong

You come from the boundless firmament

You are from that distant Siberia

Another tough trek

It can't stop your commitment to winter

Another long journey

Nor will you live up to the concerns of all sentient beings

Carry thousands of miles of wind and dust

With all kinds of emotions

You finally arrived today as promised

It seems that you are feeling a little guilty about being on your toes

You can feel that you are talking to the land that has been dry for a long time

You are silent

You fall from the sky

Paved the wilderness

Dressed up thousands of families

The mountains are wrapped in silver

The river was draped in light veils

It's not what it was yesterday

It's like a teenage girl waiting to be married

A good northern scenery

What a beautiful oil painting

This sympathetic snow

Shade the sky

Fluttering

Mountains are everywhere

Heroic

Like a white elf

It's like a romantic fairy tale

You dressed up the silver world

You dance with a unique style

You have no remorse

Melted into the hot land of looking forward to you

You're endless

Cover the crops that desire you

How many surprises you bring to the children

How many laborers' hearts have you opened

Although you know

I am just a hurried passer-by between heaven and earth

Although you understand

Sooner or later, I will disappear and melt in the sunlight

But you still hold it with sincerity

Only for that bright spring to return to the earth

Just to let the grass and trees sprout new shoots in the next year

I love you

Flying snowflakes

You are a precious gift from Heaven

You are nature's sincere reward

I love your selflessness and desirelessness

I love your simplicity

I love your sparkling beauty

I love your whiteness and flawlessness

You are so holy

You are so dashing

You're writing like that

You are so hard to draw

I hugged the snow of winter

Let you kiss me on the cheek

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Rewritten in the winter of the Year of the Ugly, Nanyang