The teacher asked us to write a poem about winter

Warm winter sun.

Winter is a beautiful picture, carrying a year's expectations, to our side.

Look at the soft sunlight shining on my face.

On this cold winter day, it warmed my heart.

The warm sun of this winter gives me infinite hope.

The warm sun of this winter gives me a beautiful yearning.

At this moment, I firmly believe that my future is full of sunshine.

- Kozen original.

It's not well written, see laugh

Stand on a cold campus.

Dead branches cut the blue sky into it.

Wire paintings.

Breathe. White weather playful birds.

In front of the nose. Eyebrows jumping.

Red beanie.

Red radish fingers.

Beckoning—come, let's have a game!

The yellow leaves fall and the white flowers bloom, and the sunrise melts and is difficult to pick back.

Is the red furnace a short time, and the wind wanders alone in the long wind of heaven and earth.

The piano is bleak and the west wind blows.

There are no flowers and willows, and the cold is strong.

Point to Bai Xiao Xiao Luo Kun noodles.

The sun is covered with plum red.

I don't know last night when it snowed.

When does the jade shavings fall.

Dawn got up and looked.

Qionghua is still late.

Snowflakes are falling. For whom.

Silent singing.

Cold days.

Who is it. Sunlight in captivity.

Winter's past.

How many memories. Like heaven.

The first time I wrote a modern poem, I found out that I couldn't do anything but press enter.

1 Jiang Xue.

Liu Zongyuan's thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

2 Wang Anshi [Works]: Plum blossoms.

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

3 Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Nineteen".

Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove, late day snow desire, can you drink a glass of no? ”

4 Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain in the Snow".

The mountains are far away at dusk, and the white houses are poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

Yong haze and haze into the fog day and night, and there is no way to go to work in peace.

Si Cheng's daughter asked each other, and a cloud of dust was in the valley of the lungs.

"Night Snow".

Bai Juyi was already surprised that the pillow was cold, and he saw the window bright again.

I know that the snow is heavy at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

Liu Zongyuan: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of people disappear, lonely boats, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Jiang Xue: Don't Dong Da.

Liu Zongyuan: Gao Shi.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of miles of yellow clouds and daylight, and thousands of paths and people disappear. The north wind blows geese and snow.

Lonely boat, Don't worry about the road ahead without a confidant, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. No one in the world knows you.

"Furong Mountain People in the Snow".

Liu Changqing is far away in the twilight, and the white house is poor in the cold weather.

Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night.

Jiang Xue" Liu Zongyuan's thousands of mountains and birds flew away, and thousands of people disappeared.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Quatrain: Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Spring In early spring, the water department is Zhang 18 members, and the light rain on the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass is close but no.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

Summer In early summer, Wang Anshi's stone beam thatched hut has bends, and the splash of flowing water is two.

On a sunny day, the warm wind produces wheat, and the green shade and grass are better than flowers.

Autumn Autumn words Liu Yuxi since ancient times autumn sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky.

Winter River, Snow Willow Zongyuan, Thousand Mountains and Birds Fly Away, and Ten Thousand Paths and People Are Wiped Out.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

The wind blew the sky and the snow drifted one after another. (Colorful and dazzling snow) all trees are shivering in the wind, and the dead branches are powerless to shake with the wind. The frost sky is bleak and the dark clouds are condensed, and the cold clouds are frozen on the surface of the lake.

Farmers all praise the snow day, (farmers praise Ruixiang year) the next year's crops will be best-selling.

See for yourself if it helps you, thank you, I hope you take it! I'm just tinkering it a little!