(1) "Heavy Snow" (group of poems).
Why don't you tell me.
and shut up my door.
Wash my soul.
A piece of land. Dry and clean.
Wan Die Hand in Hand Alliance.
The sight. Premeditated happened last night.
Still pouring out his heartfelt feelings.
I love with cedars.
Unfold your soft palms. Accept your coming.
It is best to moisten magnolia flowers.
or the roots of primroses.
Hope like flowers.
It's going to be pulled. A torrent of flowers.
From now on. The world doesn't need it.
A butterfly-like alliance.
Similar to the Russian-Ukrainian war.
I pray in the honor of snow.
Mutual visits of heads of state.
Just for the sake of development and stability.
In other words. Economy and peace. Uh-huh.
(2) "Looking Up at the Sky".
Lift your heart. Look at the sky.
Bright and dust-free. Empty.
Foggy. The mountains are high and the people are the peaks.
My voice. Echoing in the clouds.
It's like a spring thunderstorm.
Vientiane lock crystalline.
It all starts with the décor.
Please move around.
Tiptoe stones in the courtyard.
It doesn't matter if the snow is blown or not.
It presses down on the eyes of the spring buds.
(3) "Writing in the Snow".
Write it on. I love you.
Learn from Nahong's claw slush.
Press the stroke to the end.
Don't let the snow drown the traces.
With the dream of plum blossoms.
Then put the mark of the heart.
I want to uncover the scene of the red hijab.
My dear. Do you want it or not.
The auspicious day is chosen. Marry you on a snowy day.
Let the snow testify. You are the Snow Elf.
A pure and youthful knot.
Let the clouds turn into water.
Hydration clouds. Is the dragon playing in the water?
Mandarin ducks playing in the water. Who is forever bathing in the snow.
The fragrance of love is snowy.
(4) "Listening to the Snow".
Chang'e is shaking her dreams.
Heavenly Soldiers. Crab Soldier Crab Brother.
Whisper. You push me.
Rushes. Spin.
Floating. Stagger. In an endless stream.
The heart of the dream. Demonstrate the six-fusiform shape.
Is it water after all?
Or the soul of the clouds.
Does ice turn into water?
The water freezes. There is another story.
Say this. Dense mosquitoes.
Always dreaming. Or the heart.
There is no end. There is always something new.
Like this Ruixue. It's always shaken off and not clean.
Wen Heming).About the Author
He Ming is a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association, the Artists Association and the Collection Association. Everything is casual, and the childlike heart has not sleeped, so he can still write poems. Writing, good calligraphy and painting, like collection. Forget about the sun when you're busy, and watch ants go up the trees when you're free;When you're not busy or idle, you can tinker with your hobbies!Usually live like a commoner and think like a god. The style of painting has changed, go into the mountains to see the clouds, and the style of poetry has changed, so move the furniture!There are "On and Off the Stage", "Crane Song Anthology", "Crane Song Prose Collection" and "Sun. Lover" and "Poetic and Picturesque" were launched.
Editor: Zhou Fengchuan.