Wen | falling geese
The first snow of this winter in Beijing quietly fell, like a long-lost agreement, inadvertently, quietly arrived.
At this time, there will always be endless poetry in the heart, gentle and silky, like a dream.
"Days of Flying Snow"
Chen Ang
Days of flying snow
Be sure to meet someone you like
Get out and walk around
From this end of the village
Go over there
After going home
Discover each other
If you are not careful, you will hold hands
Walked to the whitehead
Big hands holding small hands
Cling to each other's chests
Such a beautiful view
No one in the world will see enough
"The Joy of Snowflakes"
Xu Zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Dancing in mid-air,
I must recognize my direction -
Flying, flying, flying,——
There is my direction on this ground.
Don't go to that lonely valley,
Don't go to the miserable foothills,
Don't go up to the deserted streets to be sad—
You see, I have my direction!
Flying in mid-air,
Recognizing the quiet dwelling place,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Ah, she has the fragrance of cinnabar plums on her body!
Then I relied on my lightness,
Yingying, stained the hem of her clothes,
Close to her soft heart-
Dissolution, dissolution, dissolution -
Dissolved into her soft heart!
Snowflakes are blowing
It's as beautiful as a fairy tale in a dream
Reach out and pick up a cold petal
Let her melt in the palm of her hand
Heart, intoxicated in this romantic winter
No one doesn't like snow
Didn't like her crystalline and pure
No snow in my memory is as beautiful as this winter
Winter as a child
Always cold
We were in the snow
But it was very happy
Play, play
accidentally
Just grow up
Snow, every year
Those childhood playmates
Gone are the traces
How many times
Walk through the snowy night
How many times lost in the snow
Like a river
Meandering sorrow
Wake up
Snow is full of Chang'an