Do you have any winter poems?

Poetry recitation about winter snow.

In real life or work and study, everyone has heard or used some classic poems, and the content of poems is the most concentrated reflection of social life. So what kind of poetry is more infectious? The following is a recitation poem about winter snow that I have carefully put together, I hope it can help you.

The snow on Mt. Fuji is about to melt, and the warm wind from the Mediterranean, accompanied by the whistle of oil tankers, is anchored in the Strait of Malacca.

Light a cigar and sip a glass of mocha and the island will be unveiled.

It was last night, the cherry blossoms that I picked up fell, and the ice and snow were like a gentleman's white horse.

The lovers, like Adam and Eve in the Bible, stared at Santa Lucia in the gold-encrusted watch.

The pocket watch will not answer, just watch the petrel rush towards the fish and shrimp.

Didn't you say okay, let's go to see the snow together? "

Last night, I dreamed.

You who dreamed of snowfall.

Can't grasp it firmly, can't hold it.

From my fingers.

Disappear and escape. Tonight, I waited.

You of Rui Xue Feifei.

It's still coming. Bring the news of spring.

But why should I.

Why don't I dare touch you?

Why. The heart is still so empty.

Beautiful snowflakes.

Is it really you?

Brilliant and holy.

Float down leisurely.

Intoxicating beauty. It's all in my heart, in my dreams.

Take one in the palm of your hand.

You are silent.

In an instant, it turned into cold raindrops.

Like tears in the corners of the eyes.

It's warmth and gratitude.

Or the joy after all the hardships.

I have sought you through the north wind.

I have missed you through the night.

It's a rugged mountain road.

Love as a crutch. Boundless'Autumn water.

The heart is a boat. You and me.

Always missed one encounter after another.

I have also lamented your indifference.

I also had no choice but to fold my heart.

Close your eyes. Let the lonely soul.

Drift with the wind. You're here anyway.

At the end of winter, in the desperation of waiting.

You turn around unexpectedly.

Flying like pear blossoms.

It is like a white pink butterfly shuttling through the air.

It is to drive away the loneliness of plum blossoms.

Or rush to a spring appointment.

There's your world.

There is a fairytale-like silver wrap.

I'm smooth, holding you in my hand and hiding you in my heart.

Let me have it in your ear again.

Ask quietly.

Can you be the protagonist of my fairy tale?

Lifetime. Okay.

The poems of winter are as follows:

Winter Poetry One

Waiting for winter, waiting for a snow, covering everything in the world, at that time, I walked under the leafless tree, remembering the appearance of flowers, some dreams, still give me the beauty of a smile, there are so many, I didn't have time to do things, and I didn't have time to say the words, just like that, buried in the passing of Shaohua, in my heart, in the artistic conception that can not be described, please let me, clear all the regrets, let me deal with it calmly, a year to look forward to.

Appreciation: It expresses the mood of waiting for winter, hoping that a snow can cover all regrets and unfinished things. The author remembers the beauty of spring flowers and laments the passage of time, but still hopes for a New Year full of expectations.

Winter poems II

Winter night, the soul will tremble the body tightly, baby, don't be afraid, the cold night will pass soon, the light is coming, listen carefully, a small snowflake, mourning outside the window, I am so beautiful and holy, why can't I escape the fate of falling to the ground without a trace, I said: I am so strong and optimistic, but always follow the footsteps of death, the snow said: The season gave birth to me, and the darkness strangled you.

Appreciation: Describes a scene of listening to snowflakes singing in a winter night, snowflakes ask themselves why they are beautiful but doomed to disappear, and people say that although they are strong and happy, they can never avoid death. Through the dialogue between snow and people, this text expresses thoughts and feelings about the fragility of life.

Winter Poetry III

When I was a child, in my eyes, the wind was the wind, the air that flowed outside the body, but in winter, I used to avoid the cold wind, and when I grew up, I gradually understood that more sharp winds came from our empty hearts, and now it was winter again, and the north wind was very cold, writing this, I remembered you, Mom, your wrinkled face drifted like a cloud shadow over my eyes.

Appreciating the bridge: This text expresses the changes in thinking and perception brought about by growing up by recalling the perception of wind when I was a child. The author came to understand that the emotions and thoughts in people's hearts can be as sharp as the wind, and more difficult to avoid.

Finally, the author remembers his mother during the winter and describes her wrinkled face.