The sound of snow falling
There is no sound when the snow falls
And snow falls from the sky
It washes moist air
Let winter dance happily
It covers the desolate earth
Let Spring be willing to smile happily
And the snow falls on the dirt
The dirt had once walked in the speckled footprints
Roll over the rolling wheels
Grasses and wildflowers have also grown
Experienced the baptism of wind and rain
Snow is the purest spirit in heaven and earth
It turns into pieces of white petals
The desolation that buries all things
Bloom with the joy of winter
It turned into teardrops of emotion
Let the earth be in the four seasons of the coming year
Harvest more hope
This Spring Festival
I heard the sound of snow falling
The sound of the five-ring flag fluttering in the wind was heard
Hear the cheers of victory at the Winter Olympics
I heard the rousing national anthem on the podium
I feel good to hear
Be confident
I was refreshed to hear it
Passionate
Heard the rising spirit of Huaxia
The gongs and drums are noisy and jubilant
Hear the warm and bright east
Laughter that erupted
I have mixed feelings
Thoughts roll over
I was overwhelmed by the excitement
Blood boil
(Photo: Yan Qing)
Author: Lu Xuanlin, member of Hebei Recitation Association, member of Tangshan Municipal Association for the Promotion of Culture Recitation Committee. He has a fourteen-year military career and enjoys writing, reading and painting. Words are a person's soul, and when the soul flashes, even if it crosses the night sky like a meteor, it will leave an eternal and beautiful landscape!